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It makesboth me and Kali ecstatic that he can feel the pull to me. He isn’t sure what it is, but he looks for me in the crowd and follows me when I’m out of sight. His friends are an unforeseen obstacle that I’m very willing to overcome. Once I get him separated and get his blood to complete the binding, he won’t even care about them anymore. I will be the only thing in his sight.

His friends are in my tent, laughing and chatting as they make their way around the circle, pointing and looking at all the crystals and herbs I have set up for the act. He and I are still standing outside in the cool air, staring at each other in a silent battle. I know he wants to come in—I can feel it. I can see it in his mind. He wants to come inside more than anything. But there’s a part of him that’s fighting it, a part of him that doesn’t want to be the one to give in and lose whatever fight it is we have between us.

That only makes me want to fight harder for him, for us. I want to break that part of him down and mold it into what I need. I want him crying and bleeding at my feet, begging me to take him in as mine. I want him in a puddle, weak and needy for anything I could possibly give to him or take from him. I smile at the thought and see his body respond and react to me.

His brain isn’t sure what to make of me yet, but his body is already making decisions for him.

“Cash!” one of his friends yells at him from inside. He drags his eyes off me and through the tent flaps I’m still holding open.

“Cash?” I ask him, the name gliding off my tongue like honey. His skin breaks out in goose bumps. “Like Johnny?”

“Funny,” he murmurs. “Never heard that one before.” His voice is melted butter, and I want to hear him say my name with it. My cock stirs as he looks up and down my body one last time before walking past me with a little shove of his shoulder. That small touch makes my heart kick up, and I can feel my mouth salivate with anticipation of what he’s going to taste like as I take him for the first time.

I moan and follow him inside, watching as he takes a seat on the side, not wanting to go first. That suits me just fine—it will be better if he goes last. It’ll be easier to keep him with me. The small, loud one sits down first, and her scent overpowers me. She reeks of synthetic chemicals and sugar that make my fucking teeth hurt.

As I put on a show for each of his friends, he watches me out of the corner of his eye. His body is constantly in alignment with my own, and when it’s his turn, his entire body stiffens with anticipation. I can sense every little emotion that flows through his body like a tidal wave. I’ve never been able to read anyone as easily as I can read him. It’s like I’m flipping through the pages of a book.

“Go on, Cash,” the little one says in her high-pitched voice, pushing him out of his chair and into the one across from me.

“Yeah,” I urge him on in a playful voice. “Come on, Cash.” He narrows his eyes at me, then reluctantly gets up, watching me the entire time, and walks the few feet over to my little table. He rests his beautifully tattooed arms on the green velvet cloth and extends his hands out to me, palms up. His smoky scent invades my nostrils, making me almost drool with hunger.

I slowly look over his palms, tracing the lines that move across them with the very tips of my fingers. His hands are calloused and warm. There’s an energy moving between us, and with every little movement, his fingers pulse like they want to reach out and touch me back.

“Something big is coming into your life, Johnny,” I tell him.

“Cash,” he says, staring into my eyes with a warning. I smile at him and then continue dragging my fingers across his palms. I lean my head on my free hand as I move to the heel of his hand with the other and then across the small lines on his wrists that his tattoos try to cover. I move across his horizontal scars, and I hear his breathing pick up as I continue up his arm.

“Don’t be afraid of it,” I tell him in my smoothest voice. I reach the inside of his elbow and trace the bright green vein and feel the slight raising of his skin there. His skin is dotted with goose bumps. I can feel myself getting hard as his fingers move in circles under my elbow where I’m hovering. I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it, but his touch is like a lightning bolt straight to my dick.

“Afraid of what?” he asks in a whisper. When I look up, his eyebrows are scrunched together, making a small line of worry form between them. I stare at him for a moment, tilting my head to take him in. I lean forward, the table creaking slightly under my weight.

He leans forward as well, unknowingly drawn in by the connection we share. He’s mine, and he’s so blind as to not see it yet. I smile, knowing that he can now see how my teeth are sharper than anyone’s should be. When his eyes drop to them, he swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and I watch sweat break out across his forehead.

“Me!” I say with a wide smile, leaning forward quickly and grabbing his mouth in a kiss. He tastes like the smoothest milk chocolate as his mouth opens to me for a split second before he realizes what’s happening.

He pushes me off him, and I fall back on the floor, laughing so hard I feel tears slip from the corners of my eyes. His friends begin to grab onto him as he stands over me with a hard look. Cash shakes them off and squats down next to me. His eyes are so dark in this light, they look like two black holes. I smile up at him.

“You don’t get to touch me,” he says, taking my throat in his grasp and pushing me into the floor. His knee finds my chest, and he digs into it. He thinks he’s holding me down, making it difficult for me to move and breathe. He has no idea of the strength I possess or how I’m going to turn the tables on him tonight, so I let him soak up this small moment of power.

“But you like it when I touch you,” I whisper, moving my hand up the inside of his thigh. I grip his rock-hard cock, and he jumps off me and falls to his ass like I’ve stung him. I grin and roll my neck. “I can’t wait to see the monster you’re hiding underneath those jeans, Johnny,” I tell him. “It felt very…sizable,” I say with a wink in his direction.

“Cash, come on,” Alyssa says, trying to pick him up off the floor.

“In your fucking dreams, psycho,” Cash swears, spitting in my direction.

“Can you please let me know when you’re going to do that?” I ask him as I stand up and brush myself off. “I’ll open my mouth and move into the line of fire. You’re being wasteful.” He looks at me like I’ve lost my mind. He stands and backs up toward the entrance of the tent with his friends. “And you got my new skirt all dusty,” I pout.

“Fuck your skirt, asshole,” he says before pushing his way out of the tent. I smile as I watch him go, knowing I’m going to break in that bratty little mouth later.

“You shouldn’t touch people without their consent,” the little one huffs in my direction. I bite in her direction, my teeth clacking together. Her eyes widen, and she rushes out of the tent with the rest of them.

“Oh, this is going to be fun, Johnny,” I say aloud to myself before blowing out all the candles in the tent and following my prey through the festivities.