Chapter 7

I haven't left the dorm since yesterday. Finding out that Maria and Candace are dead is really fucking with my head, and I don't want to chance anything. I just know in my gut that this is the Ouija board's doing. My friends are as scared as I am, that's for damn sure. We don't exactly know what's going on, but based on how brutal the murders of our friends have been, it's not farfetched to think that we fucked with something beyond our control.

I just got done talking to Noah, who has agreed to stay in his room as well. The only one we can't get a hold of is Ian, which is weird because he always answers his phone. But I'm really hoping he'll contact one of us by the end of the day. Which is approximately in two hours.

Kaelin has been really supportive, even letting me sleep in his bed last night, and this time he didn't walk out on me in the morning. It was nice, which makes me question why I've never allowed myself to let anyone sleep over with me. I've never slept in bed with a girl before—or a man, for that matter—but I can't deny it was the best sleep I've gotten in a very long time. Even if it was on a twin bed.

Now here I am, waiting for some takeout Kaelin ordered for us on DoorDash. He asked me what I wanted, that he'd order my favorite, so we're eating pasta. I still can't get over the fact that he makes me call him Kaelin now. Well, I wouldn't say he's making me, but it's still weird that he suggested it in the first place. I thought maybe it was just during sex that first time, but it seems to have stuck, and he hasn't corrected me. In fact, every time I call him by that name, his eyes light up, which makes me act crazy. Clearly. I'm doing unhinged things with him if the graveyard was any indication.

What the hell possessed me to let him cut me up and fuck me with blood as lube? I don't really want to think about it—but I loved it, and that scares the absolute shit out of me. The cuts are healing now, they still hurt, but in the moment it felt incredible. Just like he said it would.

Sex with a man has been life changing for me, and I don't really want to dwell on my sexuality for too long, but if the way I'm falling hard for him is a sign, I'm definitely bisexual. The realization doesn't scare me as much as I thought it would. At least, not as much as the first time we had sex. I guess that's what happens when you're introduced to your prostate. Even so, I can't deny something with him feels off. Everything I've seen is weird, starting with his eyes turning black and the shadows that seem to follow him everywhere. I don't know if I'm being paranoid and hallucinating this shit, but it's starting to freak me out. Is everything with him happening too quickly? Is it because I'm vulnerable right now with the deaths of my friends? Or would I still be handing myself over on a silver platter if the circumstances were different?

I can't deny there's just something about him that draws me in. Something that fucks me up and blinds me. How is he making me this stupid? Maybe I'm misreading the situation and he doesn't feel the same, but I have a feeling this little infatuation is not one sided.

Is he as obsessed with me as I am with him?

I guess there's really only one way to find out, and that's to continue offering myself to him. Eventually, he will give me some signal that the feeling is mutual—which I know it has to be. Especially after last night, when I fell asleep with my head over his heart and his fingers threading through my hair.

We're sitting in bed together right now, naked, after having finished yet another round of the kinkiest sex of my life. Well, we finished an hour ago, but we still haven't gotten dressed. The lights are off again with only the light in the bathroom on, and he seems to prefer it that way. But I'm not done with him, I'm not even close to done, and I look down at his half-hard cock and smirk. The piercing on the tip glistens with the low lighting, and my mouth waters. What would it feel like to have it deep in my throat? Would his cum taste as good as I think it would?

"If you want my cock in your ass again, all you have to do is ask, baby," Kaelin murmurs, pressing his lips to my temple.

I smirk and turn my head to look at his face, just to find him grinning back at me. His blue eyes are dilated, and suddenly they turn completely black. Fear rushes down my spine as he blinks at me, completely unaware of what's happening. My hands begin to shake, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from jumping the fuck off this bed.

"Your eyes." My voice trembles as I whisper. "They're black."

Kaelin frowns. "Must be the light."

But that can't be right. It's not the first time I've seen it happen. In fact, I saw it yesterday when he was fucking me. I saw it a few days ago too. There has to be a different reason—"What the fuck are you?"

Kaelin's frown deepens. "Baby—" he sighs. "Are you okay? You seem to be a little on edge."

This time, I frown, because he never answers the fucking question.

He suddenly straddles me, cupping my face and kissing me slowly. His tongue teases the seam of my lips, requesting entry, and I grant it to him. It's a sweet kiss, so unlike him that it takes my breath away. My heart pounds in my chest, the sound whooshing in my ears as he thrusts his tongue between my lips, tangling it with mine softly. He strokes it languidly, as if we have all the time in the world for this.

Kaelin moans when I suck on his tongue roughly, and the kiss turns heated quickly. He rubs his ass on my cock. The friction makes my eyes roll to the back of my head. What the hell is he doing to me?

"Kaelin—" I moan, gripping his hips and rubbing against him harder, faster. "If you don't stop, I'm gonna come."

"So come," he mutters against my lips, increasing his pace until I'm panting. "Give it to me."

"No," I groan, halting his hips. "I want inside you."

Kaelin freezes, pulling away to look at my face. He searches my eyes for something. I don't know what, before he nods slowly. "If that's what you want."

My hands begin to tremble, because the truth is, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. I would probably suck at it, now that I think about it. I didn't even know what a prostate was until he introduced me to it, and I know for a damn fact I won't be able to find his?—

But Kaelin is already ahead of me, uncapping the bottle of lube and prepping himself. His hand goes behind him to thrust into his ass, stretching himself for me. And by the time he slathers my cock with lube, I'm so keyed up I feel like I'm not going to last at all. He presses my cock to his entrance, and I frown.

"You sure you're prepped enough?" I ask him softly. "You feel so tight."

"I like the pain," he groans as he bears down on me, trying to take me deeper into his ass.

The velvety softness of him has a gasp getting stuck in my throat, and my toes curl the deeper my cock gets into him. His tight warmth envelops me, squeezing my cock like a vise, and my hands grip his hips as I hold on for dear fucking life. I have no idea how I'm going to survive this.

"That's it, Kaelin," I murmur as he takes me all the way to the hilt, and bounces on it immediately, not even giving himself time to adjust. "Just look at you, so fucking mine."

" You're mine," Kaelin growls, leaning in to take my bottom lip between his teeth and tugging it roughly. "You were made for me."

I can't look away as he goes up and down on my cock, gripping me like I'll fly away from him. My hands on his hips tighten until I know I'm going to bruise him, and he moans, grinding himself on me. My eyes threaten to close, but I can't stop staring at his face as he uses me for his own pleasure. His lips part with soft groans as he takes us both closer to the edge, promising ecstasy with every bounce of his body over mine.

"Come all over me, Kaelin," I plead. "Give me your cum."

"How bad do you want it, little human?"

My toes curl as he grinds on me again, throwing his head back in pleasure, lips parted, soft pants coming from him. "I'll die without it," I whisper.

He grins, looking down at me once more, looking like he's in pain as he keeps himself from finishing. "Then grab my cock and make me come."

Kaelin speeds up, fucking himself on me at a pace that seems inhuman, and I close my eyes to the feeling enveloping my body. I grab his thick, long cock, jacking it as fast as I can, and he moans so loudly my stomach flips. My spine tingles the faster and harder he bounces on my cock. The bed creaks loudly as he brings me closer to the edge, and suddenly my balls draw up.

"You've fucking ruined me," Kaelin growls as he bounces on my cock even harder, my legs beginning to shake. "Ruined me for everyone else."

"Oh, fuck, baby," I moan, my cock beginning to leak cum into his body. I dig my nails into his hips, knowing damn well I'm drawing blood. But I'm powerless to stop it as pleasure drowns me, crashing over me in waves that tangle me up and don't spit me out. "Please?—"

I blink and see a shadow behind Kaelin, a tail, a face with horns. I stiffen in fear, and close my eyes, but when I open them again, it's gone. Kaelin stares back at me, his deep blue eyes focused on my face, and I shake my head quickly, as if it will help me remove the weird image from my mind.

Suddenly, there's a booming sound as the headboard breaks, splitting down the middle where my back is against it. The lights in the bathroom flicker, then go completely out just as Kaelin's cock throbs in my hand, spurting cum all over my chest and abs—all the way up to my chin. As soon as he's done, the lights turn back on.

There's an eerie feeling in the room, and the hairs on my arms stand on end. My body is covered in goosebumps, and when I look at Kaelin, his head is thrown back as he breathes hard.

"Fuck." Kaelin breathes. "That was?—"

Weird.

Amazing.

Scary .

Kaelin leans into me, kissing the tip of my nose, then my lips. "You fuck me up," he groans, tracing his cum on my chest and bringing his fingers to my lips. I part them, licking his fingers immediately and moaning at the taste.

"I know, baby," I say as he withdraws his fingers. "You fuck me up too."

He leans in for another kiss, making my stomach flutter and my heart squeeze in my chest, and I know he's not far off from how he makes me feel.

And that weird feeling in the room? It only grows. Because now it's freezing here, the temperature drop taking me back to that night in Maria's room, when the balcony doors flew open and the temperature decreased. I know something isn't right.

I just can't figure out what it is.