Elias roars his release as well, fingers tightening on my hip bones, before we collapse in a sweaty, tangled mess on my bed.
Cassian wastes no time in doing a belly flop, landing half on Elias and half on me.
“Dude, I can feel your cock against my thigh,” Elias mumbles, but he sounds too tired to do anything about it.
“Don’t care,” Cassian snipes. “Maybe lick it and it’ll go away.”
“I thought you lick things to keep them,” Karsyn murmurs, voice already laden with sleep.
“In that case…” Cassian twists his head to lick a long trail from the column of my neck to my boob. “My tit.”
I swat at him.
“Shut up.”
And this…
This is perfection. This is something I never knew I needed until I had it.
It only occurs to me then that something is missing. Or rather someone.
I push myself onto my elbows to see Lucas still sitting in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. His cock is tucked back in his pants, almost as if he never had it out in the first place. Not a hair on his pretty red head is out of place. It makes me sad that I didn’t get to see him come. The memory of the last time he jerked off in front of me plays on a continuous loop in my brain, causing flames to ignite down below.
Lucas’s lips twitch when he meets my gaze, his blue eyes softening ever so slightly.
“Sleep, my beloved,” he whispers.
And I do.
Chapter 51
I wake up in a body that isn’t my own.
Well, obviously, it is my own, there’s no doubt about that. Same pasty skin with a hint of gold. Same short nails, the purple polish peeling away. Same white hair cascading around my face. I’m sure that if I were to look into the mirror, I would see amber eyes staring back at me. That I would have a few barely visible freckles on my nose. That a slight flush would color my cheeks from last night’s activities.
But I have no control of myself.
I feel my feet touch the ground a full minute before my mind catches up. The last thing I remember is falling asleep between Elias and Karsyn with Cassian draped between my legs, his hand on my stomach. And then, I dreamed the most perfect dream. I can’t recall the explicit details, but I know that all four of my Devils made an appearance.
I try to open my mouth and scream, try to demand to know what is happening, but my lips remain shut. All I can do is move forward one painstaking step at a time. Tears burn my eyes as I find myself at the hole to the attic, pulling it open and slowly climbing down the ladder.
What’s happening to me?
I’m reduced to nothing but a marionette, and a puppeteer somewhere pulls my strings. These legs are no longer my own.
I’m still naked as I walk barefoot through the halls, the only light from the crescent moon dangling precariously in the inky black sky. That makes this entire experience ten times worse. I feel vulnerable and afraid. Why is this happening?
Once more, I try to open my mouth and scream, but it’s like my lips have been sewn shut. I can’t do anything more than release a muffled, choked sound.
“Peony?” Lucas. He appears around the corner of the kitchen, holding a steaming mug of coffee in his hand. I’m not even surprised to find him up before the sun is even a speckle in the sky. “You must be freezing.” He places his coffee cup down on the hallway table and then removes his sweater one-handed. Instead of giving that to me, though, he takes off his white undershirt and gently slides it over my unresponsive limbs. It reaches the middle of my thighs. “What are you doing up already?”
I try to open my mouth to tell him that it’s not my doing, that I don’t want this, but the words remain trapped. Tears continue to wordlessly cascade down my cheeks as his blue eyes narrow in suspicion.
He takes a step closer, hands raised as if he means to calm me like one would a frighten horse, but my own hand is already moving before he can make contact.
I can feel my fingers form a fist as I pull my arm back and punch him as hard as I can across the face. Pain reverberates through my hand as a tiny whimper escapes me.
“What the…?”
Before Lucas can finish his