by L. A. Boruff
“I want us to all be together tonight. Tomorrow is so uncertain and scary. I want tonight to be safe.” I wiggled my eyebrows at them. “No funny business. We need our rest.”
They crammed the beds together and we climbed in. As much as I joked about getting rest, we lay there wide awake and talked for hours. We talked about our hopes and dreams. I found out Michael dreamed of having more children. When I told him I was on birth control he seemed disheartened. He perked up when I told him how easy it was to have it removed. “If we survive this, and I can stay with you for the rest of your lives, I’d love to have as many children as my body can handle.”
Elias told us he dreamed of learning more about biology and one day cracking their DNA. He wanted to study the Unseen and find ways to use science to make them safer. He even thought there might be nothing more to magic than science we didn’t yet understand and he wanted to discover those secrets.
Anthony, as smart as he was, wanted to work in security. He loved figuring out how the Unseen were vulnerable and how he could increase their safety. He wanted to work with the magical practitioners of the community and further secure their homes, meeting places, and official buildings.
Michael revealed a passion for teaching. I guess it tied in with his desire to have lots of children. He wanted to educate young Supay, teach them about their history, and how to survive in the world once they were grown. He also loved to teach defense, and turn them into competent fighters, something he wanted to work with Elias and Anthony on in their spare time.
Of course, their history would have to be rewritten now. Hopefully, we would be able to get more answers tomorrow and be able to fill in the rest of the Unseen in the near future.
All I wanted was to have a future. I would either succeed, or I would die. I might not die specifically the next day, but if my journey didn’t kill me, the Junta would. They’d either kill me for all the trouble they thought I’d caused or by breeding me to death. Please let me succeed tomorrow. I prayed, to anyone that might listen. Let me find my people and please, please let them have a way to keep me with my family.
I also hoped that even if my people couldn’t extend my life, the guys could bring water from the spring. The magic might not pass through the portal, but then, it might. If we could find a way to extend life, we could create more Unseen. That was a dangerous concept, but it would be good for them to have options. When someone fell in love, they could be with their beloved. They might not have to face the life Michael thought he was in for, to watch me die of old age.
We grew silent, thinking about each others’ hopes and dreams. Sleep was slow to come, and then the nightmares came with it. I was woken by Michael thrashing beside me. I shook his shoulder and shouted his name.
Elias and Anthony were beside me in an Unseen second. They appeared without me actually seeing them move. They sat Michael up and Anthony slapped his face. By the time his palm connected with Michael’s face, he was screaming out in earnest.
When Anthony hit him, Michael lashed out. He kicked and hit and he was yelling, “Don’t touch me! Riley! Help me, Riley!” He cried, fat tears coursing down his cheeks. It broke my heart to watch and not be able to comfort him. As soon as he got physical, Elias snatched me across the room, out of harm’s way. Anthony pinned Michael down, and I was pretty sure he was trying to use his calming ability on him, based on the stabbing pains in my forehead.
“Does it work on other Supay?”
“It does, but it’s much harder to do. If Anthony hit a human with that much power they’d go straight to sleep,” Elias explained.
Michael eventually drifted off. They moved him over to the cot in case another nightmare plagued him. “He only got violent because you slapped him, Anthony.”
“I know, Coya,” he replied. “I feel bad, but I was trying to wake him up. I’ve never known him to be such a deep sleeper.”
“Neither have I.” His violence was concerning. “Most likely he has PTSD. We’ll have to be there for him in coming months and years.” I turned to Elias. “Do the Unseen have any sort of Psychiatry? Or therapists?”
“We do, actually. That’s a field the Junta has always been comfortable with, so we’ve been allowed to study it. We have several in the Supay clans alone.”
“Good. We’ll have to convince him to go. He needs help, more than we can give.” I lay down in one of the beds. Elias and Anthony sandwiched me and we snuggled the rest of the night. My sleep was patchy and interrupted, even after Anthony tried to give me some help. I was too nervous and paranoid about our mission the next day to fall into a deep sleep. Sighing, I rolled over again, putting my back to Anthony.
Elias’s eyes twinkled at me. He was awake, too. “Can’t sleep?”
Pursing my lips, I shook my head.
“Want to go explore?” Grinning, he looked mischievous, like the old Elias—the one I’d become best friends with.
My mouth split into a wide grin, and I nodded my head.
He helped me out of the bed so we wouldn’t wake anyone, and I leaned over Michael before we left, making completely sure he was out cold and resting.
Once I was satisfied he wouldn’t wake up while we were gone, I tiptoed past Elias into the hallway. The door made a barely audible click as he closed it.
I scrunched my shoulders up and stifled a giggle as I looked around the moonlit hall. “Now what?” I asked.
On tiptoes, he walked to the top of the stairs, then motioned for me to follow. Before he descended, he crouched down and pointed at his back. Yay, a piggy back ride!
Knowing they were hyper-strong erased all of my qualms. Michael had done this several times in our life, and I’d let him, but I hadn’t had fun; I’d been worried the entire time that I was too heavy for him and might hurt his back.
Not anymore! I launched myself—quietly—at Elias, hopping up as high as I could. He clutched my legs and hoisted me so I was secure, with my arms around his neck and face hovering near his ear.
“Onward, noble steed,” I whispered in his ear. All I got for my sass was a swat on the thigh.
In retaliation, I bucked and swung my arm around like I’d seen bull riders do, but I ended up slamming it into the wall of the stairwell as he began the descent. Snorting, he shook his head at me.
I shook the sting out of my hand and stopped trying to ride my friend. Boyfriend. Whatever.
At the bottom of the stairs I pointed toward a door I was sure we weren’t supposed to go through. He grinned and stuck his ear to it.
“Anything?” I whispered.
“No,” he hissed back as he carefully turned the knob. “Silence.”
Maybe the owner sleeps upstairs, too. He stuck his head in the door. It was pitch black to my eyes, but I was sure he could see more.
He looked sideways at me, grinning before stepping inside and flicking on the light. The sudden brightness hurt my eyes, and I buried my face in his neck.
“Look, Riles,” he said, bumping my head with his.
I peeked out to find a spotless, homey kitchen. It was like I’d stepped into my Gigi’s kitchen, twenty years before. Yellow floral curtains billowed in the open window, and the countertops were faded from years of use. The white cabinets had more than a couple of layers of paint on them and ugly flowers as handles.
Sliding off of Elias’s back, I walked over to the refrigerator and peeked inside. It was completely stocked, no doubt to keep the guests fed. “Do you have any cash?” I asked, looking back at him while the cool air washed over me.
“Not down here, why?” he said with a strange look, probably wondering why I wanted cash right at that moment.
“Because I’m about to eat some of this food, which will inconvenience the owner. I want you to pay her and pay her well.” I pursed my lips and gave him a pleading look.
He laughed at me, popped a kiss on my forehead, and disappeared. I’d just begun to look around the kitchen, my imagination searching for places a boogie man could hide—are they re
al, too?—when he appeared again. “You moved so fast it looked like you teleported or something.
“Nah, I was so close to the door it gave the illusion of disappearing. I just ran.” He held out his wallet. “How much are you planning on eating?”
I pulled out a can of whipped cream. “Just this,” I said with a wicked grin.
His eyes widened, and he opened his wallet. “Bless that woman for having that particular type of whipped cream in this house.” He pulled out a fat stack of bills and put them in the fridge in place of the container.
Without any preamble, I found myself sitting up on the counter, back pressed into the cabinets with some small appliance or another digging into my hip.
Elias pulled my hips forward, thankfully, until my core was pressed to his. He was tall enough that the counter was a great height. I’d slept in one of Anthony’s t-shirts and my panties, and hadn’t given a second thought to exploring the house so scantily clad. I found myself glad for the lack of pants as Elias swept the crotch of my panties to the side and rubbed his finger inside my lips, searching for my core.
Finding it quickly, he inserted his two middle digits deeply inside, turning his hand palm-up.
I sucked in a steadying breath, fighting the desire to cry out. “Eli, they prepare food here!” I said, feeling like a jerk for putting my butt on her counter.
Instead of responding, he pressed his mouth to mine, caressing and coaxing me to open my mouth. I pushed my tongue toward him, and he took it into his mouth, letting his teeth graze it. The thought of a bite from him pushed all thoughts of propriety out of my head.
Completely eradicating my reservations with his fingers, he stroked in just the right spot until I was bucking against him, arms wrapped around his shoulders, riding his hand through a violent orgasm.
He finished me off by pulling his fingers out and pressing them against my little nub of nerves. I cried out, being quiet becoming impossible once he moved his mouth away from mine and put his lips to my neck.
He had a monster bulge I hadn’t even noticed until my brain began working again. Sticking his fingers in his mouth, he looked me in the eyes and licked and sucked my juices off of them while keeping eye contact with me. Oh dear lord, that’s hot.
“We’ve gotta find somewhere more private,” I whispered urgently as I jumped off the counter.
“Hell yes,” he said. “Though, I’m happy to fuck you right here on this counter.”
His audacity caused me to burst out in laughter as I rooted around under the sink until I found an all-purpose cleaner. I sprayed down the counter and wiped it clean with a paper towel. “There,” I said before turning to Elias, who waited for me at the kitchen door.
“That was very nice of you. Now can we go?” He raised an eyebrow and nodded his head toward the door.
I checked the room to make sure it was the same as when we’d entered. I almost left the whipped cream sitting beside the refrigerator. Snatching it, I turned back to Elias, who had moved while I was turned and was right behind me.
Scooping me into his arms, one hand behind my back and one under my knees, bridal style, he got us out of the kitchen. His lips swallowed my gasp, and even though his eyes were closed as he kissed and licked my mouth, his path was true. He walked slowly up the stairs, clutching me close and covering my face and neck in kisses.
Once we reached the upstairs hallway, he put me down to explore the rooms. Pressing his ear against each door, he nodded his head until he got to the last room on the right, two doors down from ours. He grinned at that one and pushed the door in. It hadn’t even been fully closed. I tiptoed down the hall to him, excited by our naughty adventure.
My hands found the light switch as he followed me in and closed the door. The room was exactly like the one we were staying in, without the extra cot. Two twin beds, a dresser, and an ocean view.
Twirling on my toes, I pulled Anthony’s shirt over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties. Elias’s chest rumbled, like he was fighting off a growl. The bulge in his pants twitched, and I pointed at it. “Off,” I demanded.
He obliged, pulling his pants and underwear off in one swoop then his tee as well. The planes of his torso led to the V of his hips, that sexy sort of V that begged to be licked. His cock sprang to attention, ready for some attention of its own.
Pointing to the bed, his voice was scratchy and deep. “If you please.”
Hell yeah, I please. My lacey panties caught between my thighs—no thigh gap for me—and I sort of flopped onto the bed, onto my back, all grace.
Apparently he didn’t notice, or care about, my awkwardness as he stalked toward me with the whipped cream in his right hand. I wiggled, anticipating the fun.
Throwing one leg over me, he straddled my hips, his long, hard erection resting on my stomach. Staring down through my breasts at it, I imagined the feel of it gliding in and out of me.
He leaned forward and sprayed a line between my breasts. Sucking my stomach in when the cold cream hit my skin, I sighed in relief when his warm tongue followed, lapping it up.
Grinning at my reaction, he latched on to my right nipple, swirling his tongue around and around it. Why isn’t he using the whipped cream?
My question was soon answered. He was warming my nipple up. Once he had it good and warm, and had me wound up, he shook the can and sprayed a blob on the tip of my breast.
After his warm mouth, the white sweetness was ice cold. I let out a small shriek, followed by a moan as he repeated his attentions on my other nipple.
I clutched his hair as he sprayed my left breast, feeling my areola tighten and pucker. He sat back, watching me writhe for a moment, and then licked the cream off. When I was clean, he shifted his hips and slid his cock up and down my stomach while he nibbled my neck.
Groaning, I pulled my hands out of his hair and clutched his neck. “Eli,” I begged. “Why are you teasing me?”
“Because I’ve wanted to sink my cock into your pussy for five years, and I finally get to. I’m doing it right.”
He was right. I hadn’t thought much of it, and while we’d definitely had a good time, we hadn’t actually fucked. “Do it right then,” I whispered.
My words spurred him on, and he lowered his weight down on me, grinding his dick between us. As he moved, he bit my neck, and I cried out in pleasure.
Every pulse of my heart gave me pleasure as his venom entered my body. My body jerked against him of its own volition as he sensually pumped his hips.
I squirmed, so wet I could feel myself dripping onto the bed. He pulled his fangs out, and I sank slowly back down from the high of the orgasm. “That’s amazing,” I gasped, breathing hard enough to burn calories.
“I need you,” he said, voice husky.
“You can have me,” I replied. “Always.”
Pulling me up, he climbed off the bed and took my hands so he could help me position myself at the edge of the bed. He stood in front of me, looking down, which put me eye level with his dick, the tip glistening.
“Please,” he said, voice strained.
Placing my hands on his hips, I stared up at him, making my eyes as big as I could while slowly massaging his upper thighs in a circular motion.
He twitched his cock so it nudged me in the jaw as I stared upward. I laughed and stopped teasing him and took it in both of my hands, so the head poked out of the end. Squeezing gently, I licked the tip, and he shuddered.
I moved one of my hands and sucked him deep into my mouth, until he hit the back of my throat. We both froze as he put his hand on top of my head. No pressure, just resting. Breathing deep, I relaxed my throat and pushed forward, ignoring my gag reflex to take him as far as I could.
“Riley, holy fuck, what are you doing to me?” He moved his hand to the back of my head and clenched it, dragging my hair up in to his grip. I squealed around his cock, as my hair being pulled impacted how turned on I was.
My noise served to make him grip harder and twitch his hips,
pulling his dick up my throat and almost out of my mouth. “Don’t do that again, Riles. I’ll come in your mouth and that’s not where I want to end this night.”
I had to take a moment to breathe deeply and swallow a few times. After having him so far down my throat it was scratchy.
He kept his hand in my hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. If it gets to be too much, pinch me, okay?”
I nodded, lips wrapped around his cock just behind his head. He grabbed my head with his other hand and pushed in, going slowly at first. I created suction when I could, used my tongue when I could, but mostly I just hung on for the ride.
He paused. “Would you touch yourself while I do this?” I looked up at him again, hands at the base of his dick, and nodded.
I moved my hands down to touch my clit, parting the lips so he could lean over and watch. It was fairly uncomfortable, I had to arch my back to give him a clear view, but in the end, totally worth it. He loved seeing me pleasure myself, and he moved faster in my mouth. I figured out how to close off my throat with my tongue so he didn’t go too far in.
My jaw began to tire, and I accidentally let my teeth graze his shaft. He shouted out when I did that and clenched my hair almost to the point of pain. “Please, do that again,” he said as he moved.
He watched my mouth instead of my fingers, and I moved my lips so that my teeth scraped him.
Pulling away, he released my head suddenly, without warning. I fell back onto my elbows, gasping for breath, near an orgasm from the feel of his cock in his mouth and my fingers on my clit.
He dropped to his knees and grabbed my feet, flipping my legs up, causing me to lie all the way back on the bed.
Pushing my knees far apart, he fell face first onto my pussy. It was my turn to grab his hair as he split my lips apart and sucked my clit as hard as he could. I pulled one hand away from his head to grab a pillow and push it against my face.
He sucked and licked, and then he bit. He’d sucked my clit into his mouth and let his teeth sink into the swollen, aching flesh of my sex, and that’s when I unglued. I came in his mouth violently, jerking against him until he had to let go and grab my hips to keep from being bucked off of me.