“Don’t touch it.” I demand, while my thumb taps the button that starts the vibrations again. She sucks in a breath and drops her head back but forces her eyes to stay locked on me. I use the app to control the strength, and move it higher while I continue listing my instructions. “I own you. I own this. All of it, Aura. Do you understand that?”
“Ruby, seriously?” she says, tiny whimpers filling her tone while she continues struggling. Her hips begin moving again, working through the waves of pleasure she’s trying to fight back.
“Deadly,” I reply, and then I stop the vibrations in the second she starts finding her rhythm.
She groans out in frustrated pain. “Yes, I understand. I’m always yours.”
A smirk pulls at my lips while I press my chest against hers and run my hands down the front of her dress, smoothing it out so nothing looks askew. I lean down, brushing my lips against hers and consuming her with our kiss. Her lips work against mine, her tongue slipping into my mouth while my hand moves up and grips her jaw tightly. I fucking love this, the constant push and pull between us. The need for fulfillment and overwhelming intoxication that flows in our space.
She pulls back momentarily, catching her breath while she meets my gaze. “This is fucking cruel.”
I lean forward and take her mouth one more time, tasting her own arousal on her tongue and lips, knowing I’m the one who put it there. “I’ve never been nice, Vibe girl. You should know that by now.” I bite her bottom lip and pull back, until I hear her cry out in pain and then let it go.
Stepping away from her, I reach for the door handle, letting her move to the side while I open it and step out. She follows behind me, her movements already altered slightly by what’s still inside of her. I let her step ahead and just as she passes, I lean forward and press my lips against her ear one last time.
“Be a good girl, Aura, and I’ll let you come tonight.” I laugh, pulling back and straightening my shoulders. “Eventually.”
Chapter Seven
Leon
Is this what fucking anxiety feels like? I'm being suffocated in what if's and maybes, drowning in the possibilities and potential of the future.
Somethings coming. I can feel it, my entire nature is lighting up in irritation and impatience while we stand around this fire pit in the back yard. Stella has once again, decorated everything in greenery and holiday styled florals. She's put together an entire table of treats and food—that she didn't fucking cook, I'm not crediting her for that—and everything to make this time of the year seem somewhat normal.
News flash. It isn't fucking normal.
We aren't fucking happy.
None of us are. We're all miserable, me being the most uncomfortable of them all. But still, every day that passes is a reminder to Luna and Stella that they may not ever reconnect with their sister. They only tolerate me at the moment because I'm the one tether they have to her. My presence alone reassures them she's still alive and breathing somewhere.
Not for long though.
I have the strangest sense that while we may be getting closer to finding her, we're getting further and further away from the true Amelia. I knew she was gone a long time ago, but this feels different. This is stronger, the distance more prominent and destructive with each passing minute.
My eyes glance to the side as I lift the red champagne flute to my lips and sip.
"What the fuck—" I bite out, spitting out the bitter liquid. "What the hell is this, Stella?" She looks to me, a sly smile pulling across her face while her eyes twinkle with satisfaction.
"It's champagne, Leon. Haven't you ever had it before?" she replies, her tone happily content with my discomfort.
I glance back at the glass again, and instead of finishing it, I tip it over and spill all over the ground in front of me. I don't care that it splashes on her feet and leaves little wet droplets on her expensive shoes. She shouldn't have given this to me in the first place. It's her fault, really.
"It taste like dry ass fizzy sand." I cough, and lift my eyes to meet Stella's when something shifts underneath my skin. I can feel it, the black haze slipping over my eyes and slithering in my blood. I don't fucking understand what's happening, or why, but it's rare and uncomfortable when it does.
My entire reality slows down, and suddenly Ruby and Aura step into the space outside where we all are huddled in a circle. The heaters are keeping us all warm, but it's the darkness in my flesh that heats my own blood.
Fuck, something else is happening. Along with whatever is triggering my demons, I can feel the sexual tension spilling through the space. I glance up, finding Stella's eyes trained on Aura while she fights back her own phase. Nathanial's stepping up behind her, his hand sliding around her waist as he tugs her against him.
Looking towards Aura, I can already feel it radiating from her. The fucking need, the ache, I can practically sense the pulsing in her pussy while Ruby stands at her side. What the fuck are they doing?
But there's something else moving around us too. A feeling completely unrelated to the sexual tension coming from Ruby and Aura. This is heavy, drowning me in a need detached from anything Incubus. No, this has more to do with Amelia than my own Demons.
I drop my head, shaking it out while I try to fight back the waves of inky darkness sliding across my vision. I can feel Luna at my side, and Elijah on the other. Both of them have seen this the most, they know I slip into something I don't even understand while it's at work.
Luna's gentle touch lands on my shoulder, but I shift out of her hold while a growl builds in my throat. "Don't fucking touch me."
"Maybe this was a bad idea," Stella whispers to Nathanial, as if I can't fucking hear her. But I can, I know what she means.
And she's right.
"Yeah, it was a horrible fucking idea," I snap, darting my black gaze towards Ruby and Aura. Revealing something different, something they will never be able to understand like we do.
Why the fuck did Stella invite them into our world? This is too much for them. They won't recover from this.
"What—" Aura's quiet voice mutters in confusion when I look away, and Ruby's eyes widen at what she thinks she saw as well. Stella is quick to jump in front of them, attempting to shift things in a different direction even though we know it's too late.
"Leon, maybe you should go inside," Luna offers, stepping a little closer to me but maintaining a safe distance. I'm starting to feel suffocated in more ways than one. My skin is pulling tight and my muscles are beyond tense. My head is pounding while the darkness continues pooling in my chest and the sharp sting of something in my blood echoes in my ears.
Amelia.
Amelia.
Amelia.
Amelia.
"Something's wrong," I say, my voice strained and hoarse in my chest while my mind goes black. I'm fighting whatever this is, but the pain is growing and strangling my thoughts while I feel Amelia fight against me. "What the fuck is going on, Millie?" I whisper to myself as I slap the palm of my hand against the side of my face. I stumble backwards, and for the split second I glance up, I catch Ruby's gaze in my face as she stalks towards me. Stella is reaching for her arm in the same instance, but something snaps inside of me and I launch towards her.