Page 62 of Always Eros

“Scream,” I demand. “Scream and I will show you mercy.”

The man releases a bloodcurdling scream that titillates my beast, and I launch myself at him, straddling his body as I finish him off, my teeth shredding the man until he is unrecognizable. I turn on his friend, now slumped on the ground with his back to the wall as he too bleeds out.

I scoop him up and toss him over my shoulder, and since he’s still alive, the pain it causes him is like a siren song to me. I drag the other man by the collar of his shirt, tearing off into the night to a cellar where I can deposit both bodies to rot away undiscovered. And if anyone does find them, they’ll just be two losers whose bad deeds caught up with them.

Finally satiated, I return home covered in blood, my heart still heavy but the agitated discomfort appeased. I still want to find Justice and lock him away to prove my intentions, but the rational part of me that still exists won’t allow it. Instead, I will bury my face in my sheets, inhaling the scent he left behind.

After peeling out of my bloody clothes and washing up, I crawl into bed and rub my forehead. Yes, I’ve satisfied my bloodlust, but the restlessness of missing Justice is too fresh. With my eyes closed, I run my hand down my chest, imagining it’s Justice touching me and not myself.

I conjure his perfect face with his curious eyes, pretty mouth, and sunshine smile. I’ve written poetry about men I never thought to exist, but I was wrong. True beauty amongst mortals lives in Justice.

Flipping to my stomach, I press my nose into the pillow, catching the hints of sweetness left behind by him, and rut against the sheets and bedding. My cock swells with need, my skin tingling with desire. I flick my tongue over my lips, hoping to catch a lingering hint of his kiss. Breathing into the pillow, I can smell him, hear his sweet moans, and practically taste him on my tongue. Given the chance, I could lose myself in his body. No—I could find myself again. He could be my soul’s home, if only I can convince him that he is safe with me. So safe.

I run my thumb over the sensitive head of my cock, catching precum to ease the friction as I slide my hand down my shaft. I indulge in thoughts of entering his body, becoming one with him, and tasting his essence in every sense of the word. His cum, his kiss, his blood.

Fuck! My body tenses as a powerful orgasm rips through me, unraveling the tension I’ve felt since he left me hours ago. But it’s not enough.

I roll over onto my back, continuing to stroke myself as I scramble for the rarely used dildo in the drawer beside my bed. Yes, I need this.

Using my cum, I slick the dildo and impale myself with it, hissing at the sting and stretch. Fuck, would Justice do this to me? Would he like to be inside of me, owning me as much as I desire to own him?

Nearly delirious at this point, I rock my hips up and down on the rubber cock, twisting my head back and forth against the pillow as I barrel towards a second epic orgasm, Justice’s name on my lips like the sacred prayer it is.

I have to get him back. I simply have to.

Chapter Twenty-Four

JUSTICE

I sit straight up in bed, my body tingling strangely. My breath catches in my throat as my skin heats and goose bumps dot my flesh. Tugging off my pajamas, I lie naked, staring at the ceiling as lust takes over out of nowhere.

My cock twitches, filling quickly and drawing my hand there for relief. The simple act of touching it makes me hiss with pleasure. I close my eyes, immediately flooded with images of Eros hovering over me, his hypnotic eyes focused on my face as his hands roam over my body.

I try to shake it away, but I can’t seem to. I open my mouth to speak but no words come to me. All I can do is give in to the intensity of desire gripping me.

Rolling over onto my stomach, I grab a pillow and shove it between my legs, humping like a horny teenager. I reach behind and finger my hole, whimpering with need and almost crying out for Eros.

I squeeze my eyes shut. No. I can’t run to him. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

Justice.

I gasp, frantically searching the room but seeing no one. I swear I heard his voice say my name. Am I going crazy now?

“Eros?” I whisper. “Are you here?”

There’s no reply. Of course not. I sit up, trying to shake off the unexplained lust, but my cock has other plans, twitching and tingling. I touch myself again, accepting that this is something I can do now without punishment or fear of discovery. I can feel this way and I can fantasize about Eros even if I don’t want to.

I spit in my hand and fist my erection until I’m nearly delirious from the need to come. I want Eros here. Want him inside me. Want to taste him. Want everything.

No. No, brain. Don’t betray me.

I squeeze my eyes closed, trying to push away any thoughts except the pleasurable tension building deep in my core, but no such luck. All I can see is Eros. He’s smiling down at me, his brow furrowed with exertion as he fucks into me, claiming me. His lips part, revealing sharp fangs, but instead of scaring me, I find myself reaching up to touch them.

His eyelids flutter as his breath catches. “Justice,” he whispers again. “Be mine. Always.”

It’s a dream. A fantasy. This isn’t real. He couldn’t want me like that. Why would he?

“Justice.”