ḾṎᕍ⁅ᖇṈ ℄Ṏv⁅ | The Lost Boys

ᏨᏲᾀᑬt⁅ᖇ ⁅ḭgᏲt⁅⁅Ṉ

⚠️Warnings: tiniest bit of smut, blood consumption, comfort⚠️

Exhausted, I collapsed into (what they call) my nest, eyes far too heavy to keep open. My body was spent—my bones might as well've been jelly. I wasn't sure I would be able to move for the next week.

My buzz—or whatever it was—was wearing off. My head felt less hazy, my body more alert to its needs. I tried not to think about my earlier worries, though without the constant high, it was hard not to.

I was almost asleep when the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Someone was in the room. Sleepily, I rolled over to acknowledge the figure.

"Dwayne?"

He shifts, "Do you mind?"

I shuffled over in the nest and allowed him to climb in with me. We laid side by side, facing one another. His dark eyes studied my face. He was so close I could've counted his eyelashes had I not been so tired.

And yet, there was a burning question in my mind that prevented me from sleeping.

"Dwayne?"

"Hm?"

I propped yourself upon my arm. "What am I doing here?"

"The cave?"

"With you guys," I correct. "David and Paul and Marko—and you. What is this?"

His brows furrow as he considers my words. Finally, he asks, "Are you not happy?"

"Please stop doing that?"  I huff.

"Doing what?" He tilts his head to the side in confusion.

"Stop answering my question with a question." I tuck one of the throw pillows under my arms, hugging it tightly loose. "What are you doing with me? Am I some kind of  game? Or conquest?"

"Have we made you feel like that?"

"I don't know." I pick at the pillow's fabric, pulling in a lose thread. "I've never had any experience with things like this, so most of my knowledge comes from friends. How guys will pass them around with their buddies and then dump them."

"And you're worried that's what we are doing to you." It's not a question but a statement.

"Curious," I correct, "but yes."

He answers instantly. "We're not."

His hand, which up until now had been resting on his stomach, sank into space between us. I looped my pinky with his much larger finger.

"Then what are you doing?"

Dwayne pauses, playing with my fingers. "I like you—We like you."

"All of you?"

"Yes." His dark eyes flash to mine. "Do you like us?"

"I-" I purse my lips. "I don't know."

"You don't?" I could hear the genuine worry in his voice.

"I like you all more now that I know you better," I say. I flash Dwayne a cheeky grin. "Before, you guys seemed like assholes."

"Language."

I roll my eyes, "It's true. I thought you guys just wanted ... I dunno, a game, a flirt. I figured it was just what you did.  Especially because of Star."

"Star's not like that." Dwayne released my hand, rolling onto his back. "She's more of a sister, not like you. She helps with ..." He trails off like he'd caught himself before he said something bad.

"Helps with what?" I press, "Cleaning?"

Dwayne grunts. It's not a yes or a no, but I take it as Dwayne is usually a man of few words "Rowan," he says softly, "Hypothetically.  If you could stay with us forever, would you?"

"Forever is an awfully long time," I state. "I'm sure you would get tired of me by then."

"I doubt it. When we all like something, we tend to hold onto it for a very long time."

"A very long time is not forever."

Dwayne smiles, "We haven't gotten there yet."

The both of us fall silent, sharing a secret grin, one that spoke volumes. Dwayne untangles his hand from mine and touches my face. His thumb brushes my cheek softly. My eyes flutter shut, melting into him.

He leans in, nose nudging mine. For the longest time, I only sit there until I finally make the first move. I push forward, capturing his plush lips. His reaction is instant, body curving into mine.

His hand trails down my back until he reaches the dip just above my ass. He pressed me close, and my leg drapes over his hips.

Dwayne lazily grinds against me, knee making a home for itself between my legs. I whimper. My body is sore as it is, yet he somehow awakens it's with the simplest touch.

He breaks the kiss and brings his arm up to his mouth. A delicious scent wafts through the air, and my seek it out. Dwayne puts his forearm to my lips, and cool, thick liquid drips onto my tongue. I lap it up, licking his arm with a fervor.

It doesn't strike me what I'm doing—what this liquid is, or the fact that the boys seem so adamant to feed it to me. Because as soon as it touches my tongue, my mind shuts off. Warm, fuzzy feelings take over, and all I can do is what I want.

This is what I want, I think, as Dwayne guides me to straddle him. This is what I want, I think as I grind against him. This is what I want, I think, as I'm slipping down his pants and sinking onto his cock.

This is what I want. But, if I'm being honest with myself, this is what I need.

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A/N: sorry that this was a short chapter