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You’re one to talk. You hid everything about yourself for most of your life.
…until Eliseo. He freed me from that guilt—he took that burden I carried and distributed it among the men.
Dammit!Maybe it would have been better if none of this happened. But then I would have never felt Eliseo’s embrace—the love he poured out of himself to fill the hole in my chest left behind from my parents.
Needing to feel something other than the hurt from this betrayal, I took the knife and sliced it across my chest. The pain grounded me, clarifying my mind as I concentrated on feeling my wound stitch back together.
The smell of blood tickled my nose, and my mouth watered. What if I kept changing? Was it possible for me to become a bloodsucker like the rest of them? The community would exile me, if not kill me. The guys didn’t deserve that kind of trauma.
Standing up, I walked back into the house and stared at the weapon’s cabinet. Grabbing my bolts, I stared at them and made a spontaneous decision. The doctor and that stranger weren't going to stop and leave us alone. Not now. We were fools to even think it.
Taking the bolts out one by one, I cut my chest with their pointed tip. My pussy throbbed by the fourth one, but I needed to prepare for what may come. Once it was done, I fingered my wound and brought the blood to my mouth as I walked up the stairs to take a shower.
Taking off my clothes, I grabbed them and threw them into the tub while I showered over it. I didn’t need Eliseo feeling the effects of my ability by accidentally touching it. My skin stitched itself back together, and my pussy ached. Running my hand down between my legs, I swirled my clit and sighed. Dipping my fingers inside the slick heat, I tried to satisfy myself under the spray but only ended up frustrated from not being able to reach what I needed.
Eliseo had ruined me in the best possible way. I could still feel the phantom sensation of his dick inside of me from this morning.
Quickly washing my hair and body, I stepped out of the shower and wrung my clothes, hanging it on the curtain bar. Rummaging through his dresser, I grabbed a shirt and put it on as I descended the stairs to the first level.
Eliseo was still there, looking peaceful in his sleep. The nights after his surgery brought many nightmares. What a pair we made when we would both set each other off. But I had come to find that the more I told the men, the more my nightmares died down.
It was why I appreciated and cared for them so much. They had done more for me than anyone else—besides my mother. My sour mood returned with thoughts of my father’s disappointment in me as a daughter.
Climbing on top of Eliseo, I undid his pants and pulled him out. Swirling my tongue around his crown, I swallowed him whole.
He shifted and groaned, growing harder inside of my mouth, making me hornier. Popping him out, I licked up the underside of his shaft, savoring his taste. His hand went to the back of my head and I moaned, taking him deep inside of my mouth again.
“Fuck.”
His hips slowly thrusted into my face while his hand kept my head still. My hands crept under my shirt, continuing what I started in the shower while Eliseo tried to go down my throat with his cock.
Humming and swirling my tongue around the crown on my way out, I nipped at him and climbed up, forcing his hand out of my hair, pulling my scalp ever so slightly. His hands grabbed my hips harshly, dragging me up until the head of his cock lined up right at my wet entrance, and slammed me down.
I moaned aloud, digging my nails into his shirt as I rode him. His hands squeezed my breasts and pulled at my nipples hard, sending lightning through my body. Since my enhanced strength had come out more, Eliseo’s been rougher with me, and I loved every bit of it—neededit.
He sat up and wrapped his arms around my lower back, pounding into my pussy from below. Pushing his chest away a little, I grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head, throwing it to the back of the couch. My nipples rubbed against his and I bit my bottom lip, squeezing his cock inside of me on every downwards grind.
He groaned into my chest, and I pulled his face up for a kiss. I had worked myself up in the shower, the hunger inside of me exponential. What would it be like to carry Eliseo’s child inside of me? The world was so fucked up, and I shouldn’t want to bring another innocent life into this, but damned if this man before me didn’t give me a taste of hope. I needed to bury everything about him inside of me, I wanted to become one with him at this moment so desperately. Life was so short.
Licking his jaw, I clawed at my chest, making myself bleed. Grabbing his face, I lowered him down to the top of my breasts where he lapped up the blood, tonguing the wound before it closed. It was so hot, so dirty that I could feel my pussy fluttering around his hard cock inside of me.
“I need you to fill me up, Eliseo. I want it so bad. Don’t stop.” Wrapping my legs tighter around him, I clamped my pussy down, trying to keep him inside.
I wanted him to chase away everything I had been feeling today and he didn't disappoint. He cursed under his breath as his hips slapped against my ass so hard, the sting took me over the edge.
“Fucking hell,” he exclaimed against my chest right before he pulsated and exploded inside of me, some of it leaking out, wetting the couch beneath us.
Chapter 14
Eliseo
Silikept me up all damn night and morning with her appetite. I should be more tired than what I was, but I was currently stroking my cock to the sight of her sleeping soundly beside me on the bed with bloodstains on the sheet beside her chest.
Last night was the first time she wanted me to taste her directly instead of the other way around. We stumbled into the bedroom towards the end as her hand clawed at her neck and chest for me to taste her. I never knew it could be that hot, and I found myself wondering if I could sneak another taste of her now. Thinking about the way she came into her confidence and constantly emptied my balls made me tense up and come all over my damn hand.
She was the beauty the world kept trying to take from me. What the hell did Crazy Otis want with her, and where the fuck was Hannah? I would have to get some intel about who this Rick guy was.
Wiping my hand on a nearby makeshift towel, I leaned over her and ran my nose along her cheek. She sighed happily and I crawled down her naked body. I felt energized today and extra horny. My dick was already at half-mast again as I pushed her legs apart and licked her swollen pussy lips.