Felice and I locked eyes, and I waited no more. I pushed into her in one swift thrust, my path easy since Ian had been inside her just moments ago. Her inner core was slick and wet, ready to take me just as it had taken him. A shaky breath left her once I was inside, and then it was over. I became a slave to my body, to the pleasure that grew from pumping in and out of her.
Ian still wore that dastardly smile. “She feels amazing, doesn’t she?”
I grunted an affirmative, my balls slapping against her ass as my hips pushed my cock into her.
“So tight, right? Like a wet hug for your cock,” he said, giving me a wink.
As much as I didn’t want to listen to Ian’s words, I couldn’t do otherwise, because he was right. Her core took my cock easily, but she was still so very tight, and each time I pulled myself out of her, her inner walls tightened, as if not wanting to let me go.
“Like she was made for you,” Ian whispered, lowering himself to place a kiss on Felice’s shoulder. His hand, I noticed, went to his cock, which was still hard, and still very much covered in the juices of their time together. He began to pump his hand along himself, nibbling on her shoulder as I fucked her.
Felice kept her injured hand aside, her eyes rolling into the back of her head, her back arching. Whether it was me or the fact that she had two horny men around her, she came again, crying out, her inner core clamping down on my cock and furthering my own release.
My body nearly collapsed when I came, every nerve in me exploding with the amount of pleasure sweeping through me. I saw stars, nothing else in the world mattering in this moment except the woman beneath me, the woman whose body took mine in and accepted my seed.
I leaned down, pressing my chest against hers, both of us heaving for breath. Foolishly, I’d thought that was that, but Ian wasn’t quite done yet. I supposed I did come twice, while he only came once, and if there was ever a man that could keep going, it was him.
“Switch,” Ian said, and I went to get off Felice, pulling out of her and laying on her other side on the bed, but apparently that wasn’t quite what he meant. “No, I mean you lay under her, put her on your chest. I want her back.”
Oh.
I helped Felice lift herself up, scooting myself to where she’d been lying and flipping her so that her chest rested against mine. A smile grew on her lips as my hands went to hold the sides of her back. “If someone would’ve told me that I’d have a threesome with the men I was supposed to be teaching, I probably would’ve punched them,” she whispered, “or set their house on fire.”
My eyebrows lifted at that comment. That was not something I expected her to say.
“Does our little minx like fire?” Ian mused, positioning himself behind her. My cock was flat against my body, being held down by hers. My balls were free though, and they felt his as he pushed into her from behind. “I’ll tell you what,” he spoke, his voice husky as he went inside, “your body is certainly on fire.”
Felice hummed against me, biting her bottom lip. Her mouth was swollen, her cheeks pink. Her hair sat messily on her head, and still she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Her lips found mine as Ian fucked her, her body rocking against mine with each thrust.
This…this could go on for an eternity and I wouldn’t care. In fact, when this day ended, I’d still want more. Ravenous and hungry, I wanted nothing more than to make this moment last forever.
After all, time was the one thing we had aplenty in Grimmstead.
Chapter Sixteen – Felice
Cold air enveloped me, bringing me back into my mind. I stood, wearing my nightly slip, in the dark hallway of Grimmstead’s first floor. The problem? I didn’t remember how I got here, or why I had no shoes. Why my heart beat with a rapid, unsettling pace in my chest.
The weirder thing? I was walking.
I mean, I immediately stopped walking once I realized I was doing it. I’d never been one for sleepwalking, so this was new to me. Although, it wouldn’t be the first time, as that night in that room with the red velvet chair hadn’t been a dream. That had been real, somehow. To this day—er, night—I still didn’t know how I’d gotten into that locked room.
Everything was a blur. The last thing I remembered was kicking Ian and Dagen out of my room, too tired to do much of anything else. My inner thighs were crusted in dried cum, so a bath was necessary before I called it a night. They’d worn me out well, those two.
And seeing Ian do that to Dagen…let’s just say it was something I’d never forget. I got all hot and bothered just thinking about it.
Which was why I had to touch myself in the bath, and then…then I couldn’t recall anything. Then I blinked and I was here.
I reached up to my hair, running my uninjured hand through it. Still a little damp, but not completely dry, either.
What the heck was happening to me?
A cold gust of wind blew past me, which was odd, because I was certain no windows were open in any of the rooms near me. Most of the doors were shut, anyway. I stood before the locked room with the red velvet chair, and my mind flashed back to being inside it with Victor.
Seeing my ex again, seeing the fire eating away at his flesh like a hungry, starving beast, was not something I could ever forget. I loved fire more than I loved life itself, and I wasn’t sure if that was just sad or alarming.
I set a hand on the door, dragging my fingertips along it. A part of me wondered if Lucien still went inside. If he was still with the me he’d been seeing his whole life, or if he’d kept himself from it because now he had the real me. Was it strange to be jealous of myself? Technically the woman who appeared to him in that room wasn’t me.
Technically she wasn’t real, which meant, technically, Lucien wasn’t having sex with anyone else.
A lot of technicallys, and I wasn’t sure what to think. Maybe I’d bring it up to him.
Coldness swept over me after the breeze died down, goosebumps rising on my arms. The tiny hairs at the back of my neck stood up in apprehension. Something here wasn’t right. Of course, I’d known that before, but…this was different.
My ears heard something. A faint sound, coming from deeper in the hall. In spite of myself and what I knew I should do, I crept further down the hall, towards the one place I was never supposed to go to alone: the basement. The further I went, the louder the noise became. I still couldn’t quite make it out, but my heart skipped a beat when I realized this sound was what Dagen heard constantly.
A thumping. A beating. A…two-tone sound. A shorter, lighter thump before a deeper one. I might be growing crazy here, but I could’ve sworn it sounded like a heartbeat.
A heartbeat this loud…coming from the basement?
Well, that definitely wasn’t right. A part of me wanted to investigate, but it was late. Everyone else was asleep, as I should be. Why the heck was I even here…
“I’ve missed you,” a familiar, deep voice spoke directly behind me, causing me to whirl around. I saw no one there, and yet I knew for a fact I’d just heard someone speak. A man. A man who’s rough, stern voice haunted me in the best of ways.
My heart began to beat fast for another reason entirely. “Victor?”
“Yes,” his voice purred out, a coldness emanating from my shoulder, as if he was right behind me, speaking directly to my ear. But when I turned again, I found I was still alone. “I’m glad you remember me.”
What in the world was going on here? I should know by now to expect the unexpected, but still, I was flabbergasted.
I swallowed. “How could I forget you?”
“Your attention is divided between the others,” Victor spoke, “so I was not entirely sure if you would.”
“Well, I do,” I whispered, feeling weird, as I was pretty much talking to myself. “Why can’t I see you?” I felt cool air brush against my cheek, and I let out an uneven breath. Like fingertips, almost.
Almost, but not quite.
“Because I am not truly here, not yet. I need you
r help, Felice.” The cool air fell to my stomach, and I backed myself up to the wall, my breathing hitching as I felt a tingling sensation rise in my lower stomach.
How could I be turned on when no one was around?
“How can I help you?” I shouldn’t even be talking to him. Lucien had some ill-will towards Victor, though I wasn’t quite sure why. Lucien had been made from his blood—whatever the heck that meant—so they were related but not quite. Even after all this time, I still didn’t understand it.
“I told you,” Victor’s voice murmured, the coolness of the air brushing against my legs. The bottom of my slip started to lift, moving past my hips to reveal my panties. “I need you.”
And then, as if like magic, my panties dropped to my ankles.
I had no idea what was going on here, and I should probably stop it by walking away or something, but I was rooted in place, frozen against the stone wall, my body refusing to move an inch.
My thighs quivered when the cool air caressed them, and I bit my lower lip as an invisible pressure slid along me, smoothly rubbing against my clit, applying just enough pressure to make me crave more. A soft whimper escaped me, and I could only imagine what I looked like: leaning against the wall, my underwear at my feet, my slip hiked up of its own accord, moaning because Victor Grimmstead’s spirit was touching me.
It was a good thing no one else was up and wandering. The ones who couldn’t sleep were either chained in the basement or tuckered out from our lovemaking; though it was difficult for me to call that threesome lovemaking. A cruder term would work better, but I really tried not to swear when I didn’t have to.
“I need you, Felice,” Victor cooed, a soft breath on my neck. “Without you, I am nothing. I will be nothing. With you, I can be everything.” The invisible hand running circles around my clit started to pinch it, and I stifled the cry that threatened to come out.
“Why me?” It was near impossible for me to speak, the heat of my own body continuously stoked by the coolness of whatever Victor was. A ghost? A spirit? Someone on another plane of existence?
And then I wondered if he needed me because he was trapped there. If, perhaps, I could bring him back. He’d disappeared off the face of the earth, his body never found, and yet his spirit was still here, still haunting these halls.
Waiting for me.
“Why does the earth need the sun? Without it, life would cease to exist. This world would be a barren, cold place. You,” Victor whispered, the coolness slipping inside of me, causing me to gasp, “are my sun. You are my fire.”
My hips started to rock, warmth trickling up my stomach and down my thighs even with the cool addition to my body. An orgasm burst within me soon enough, my knees turning to instant goo as I groaned as softly as I could.
“I need you,” he repeated, the coolness leaving my body. His voice sounded fainter, further away.
Though my body still rode the high from the sudden orgasm, I called out, “Wait. What do you need from me?” Answers would be nice, but as I stood there, leaning against the wall for support, my chest heaving and my skin heated, I realized I would get none tonight.
Victor was gone. I was alone in the hall.
My slip fell back down to my thighs, and it took me a few moments to bend over and pull my panties up. At least, I then thought, that sound had stopped.
Hmm. I was probably crazy.
I wandered back to my room, collapsed on the bed, and immediately dozed off. My sleep was a dark, black, endless thing. No dreams of any kind to be had. No nightmares. No anything. Just a black expanse of nothingness, eerie and strange, even after I woke up, greeted by a cloudy day outside.
Normally, when you slept, you didn’t remember the blackness. Normally you dreamt and simply forgot your dreams the next morning. This wasn’t like that. Each and every minute my mind spent in that blackness I could recall, to the point where I woke up with my heart practically leaping from my chest, worried that I’d never wake up.
I dressed myself, too lost in my own head.
Last night had been strange, and I didn’t mean the threesome with Ian and Dagen. Was Victor always roaming these halls, invisible to the eye, or had he mustered up strength to appear to me, to talk to me, to remind me that he needed me?
Why the heck wasn’t he explicit when I asked him why he needed me? As if I was supposed to know, inwardly, what I had to do. Something about my blood?
Again, specifics would’ve been nice. These sorts of guessing games were new to me, believe it or not.
After brushing my teeth and doing all of the other stuff I had to do to freshen up, I left my room. I didn’t have any sessions today; would’ve been with Koda, had Koda been…not locked away inside Bram. My goal was to find Lucien, to talk to him, to try to come up with a plan about Bram and Koda.
And maybe ask him about that room…perhaps mention last night off-handedly.
That was before I spotted Midnight in the hall, though. That black cat sat, its tail swishing back and forth, its yellow eyes on me a good fifteen feet down the hall. I wouldn’t say the cat was blocking my way, but…for whatever reason, I felt strange beneath the cat’s stare.
I was hesitant to walk up to him, even more cautious in bending and picking him up. Midnight did not like anyone else handling him like this, only me, which was cause for some concern. My eyebrows furrowed as I gazed into his slit eyes. “You’re not,” I paused, feeling strange simply saying it out loud, “Victor, are you? In, like, cat form?”
All Midnight did was blink slowly at me.
I frowned, setting the cat down. Of course the residential feline wasn’t Victor. That would be impossible—although, the line between what was possible and what was impossible grew harder to distinguish as the days wore on. Grimmstead was playing with my mind, and it showed no signs of stopping.
My feet took me past Midnight and down the grand staircase. I found Lucien in the dining hall, grabbing a muffin off the table. Today’s breakfast was either muffins or scrambled eggs, plates arranged if the residents under this roof wanted to sit and eat together. We always had dinner with each other, but breakfast was usually spent alone.
Lucien’s wide back was covered in a dark blue suit, and I spent the next moment simply staring at his muscles. He certainly was a burly, strong man, wasn’t he? Just one look from him could set your panties aflame.
Or maybe that was just me and my propensity for fire.
“I still have no idea where all the food comes from,” I spoke, watching as Lucien turned. One of his large hands curled around the wrapping of a big, blueberry muffin. It looked pretty good, as delicious as a muffin could look.
Lucien’s brown hair was combed to the side as it usually was, his beard just as short and neatly-trimmed as yesterday. God, this man was a lumberjack in a suit, more than fifteen years my senior, and yet he made me feel like a twelve-year-old girl with her first crush. He also made me feel like a worldly, experienced woman, too.
He made me feel a lot of things.
“Hmm. I’m sure the answer to that wouldn’t be pretty,” he answered me, giving me half a smile as he started to head to his office.
I trailed after him, thinking about the food. Did ghosts make it? Were ghosts even a thing? Was the food in our imaginations and we were, in reality, not eating anything? I could further that thought by wondering what was real and what wasn’t, but now wasn’t the time to really sit down and think about the big picture.
Lucien set the muffin on his desk, sinking into his tall leather chair, his hazel eyes on me. I closed the door before moving to sit across from him, fiddling with the length of my dress. “Is there something you want to talk about, Felice? Something other than the food?” He made no moves to eat his muffin, folding his hands across his lap as he leaned back, his chair creaking with the reclining.
I knew I probably looked like a deer in headlights, and that’s because I was a deer in headlights. My gulp was louder than I thought it would be, and I gave him a tiny, u
neasy smile. “Yes. I, uh…wanted to talk to you about Koda, now that Payne is okay.”
“I’m not sure I’d use the word okay,” Lucien stated. “He’s refused to eat, and every time I check on him during the night, he’s pacing his room. He might be breathing again, but there’s still something wrong.”
He checked on Payne at night? Did he see me sleepwalk? No, he would’ve told me if he’d seen me, I thought.
“Well,” I tried to look on the bright side, “at least he’s up and walking around, right?”
“At what cost?” Lucien’s gaze fell to my hands. “How’s your wrist?”
“Oh,” I said, bringing my injured wrist up. I peeked under the bandage; still scabbing. Not miraculously healed like my hand had been after touching the fire that had appeared on Lucien’s desk just before I’d seen his corpse. Still chugging along and healing at that slow, natural rate. “Fine.”
He grunted, which apparently was all he would do.
I’d check on Payne after this. Right now, my main focus was Koda. Koda was such a kind man; I really didn’t like the fact he was trapped inside his brother—or alter ego, or whatever the heck you’d call Bram—so I wanted to help him. Plus, no one deserved to be stuck inside that basement forever. Anyone in their right mind would go mad, and all of us here were already in our wrong mind, so…yeah. Not good.
“I want to talk to Bram,” I told him.
“You already did.”
“Yeah, but that was in the basement, where he was chained up. I…I think I’d like to try to have a civil conversation with him.” I knew Lucien wasn’t going to go for it, so I added, “With you and the others as backup, of course. It isn’t like I want to be alone with him or anything.”
Lucien shook his head. “You think you’ll be able to talk Bram into letting Koda come back? You might’ve brought back Payne, but that doesn’t mean you’re a magical cure-all to everything wrong in this place—”
“You said it yourself: I’m connected to Grimmstead. To this place, to you guys. I didn’t realize it at first, because I was trying to focus on my new position, but I knew the moment I came here that…” I trailed off, no longer confident in what I was about to say.
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