30. Level Five- Double Dog Stuff Ya
CHAPTER 30
Level Five- Double Dog Stuff Ya
JP
“ W hy does this place look so familiar?” Ryker asks as we find ourselves smack dab inside a rave. I study the room and notice it’s only Ryker, Knots, and me from our group. I don’t know where everyone else went, but we apparently got separated at some point. Again.
“What is this place, and why does it smell so bad?” Knots asks, covering his nose with his shirt.
“It’s a party, and you’re smelling all the shit that goes down at one,” I tell him, raising my voice to be heard over the noise of the dance floor.
“Let’s go this way,” Ryker yells, guiding us out of the room and into a hallway where a young lady is waiting with a salacious grin on her face.
“Well, took you long enough to get here,” she teases, and Ryker scoffs at her.
“Yeah. Okay. I don’t know who?—”
“I wasn’t talking to you, mutt,” she spits out with disdain before looking at me with interest. “This is your trial, Jacques Pierre, and I’m curious to know how you will handle it. Have you been holding on to your secret all this time? Still believe it’s dirty and shameful?” She clicks her tongue and gives me a knowing look. “Hmm. Too bad you’re about to uncover it. I wonder what your comrades will think. You have three hours to make it to your safe house, that is…if you can live with yourself.” She turns to walk down the hallway, her heels clicking on the concrete, and my stomach drops with Deja vu as I see a group of guys pass her, heading my way, exactly how they did that night.
Fuck.
I know exactly where we’re at and why this place is significant to me. We’re at one of the old warehouses in the cultural outskirts of Nova. Most businesses have moved closer to the center node, and these abandoned buildings are left for us to use for raves, parties, or to practice magic. And the group of guys heading my way used to be a group I had hung out with prior to this particular night.
“JP? What did she mean?” Ryker hesitantly asks, but he grips my shoulder and forces me to face him. Deciding to own up to it before the other group spills my secret and he actually sees it, I take a deep breath before looking into his green eyes.
“This is the first night Zeke and I hooked up.” Ryker squints his eyes in confusion, and I continue. “It wasn’t my idea to do it,” I confess and bow my head in defeat. Turning back to the group shuffling up behind me, I face my trial head-on and hope my friends won’t look at me differently.
The group stops in front of me, and a tall, dark-haired beauty steps forward as a malicious smile appears on his face. “Well, looky here, guys.” His voice leaves an oily feeling along my skin.
“Hello, Reed,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Imagine our surprise to hear you failed your test and we won our bet.” He sneers while the groupies in the back cackle.
“Just tell me what I have to do since I lost the bet.” I glare at my old friend.
“We’ve talked it over, and you have to make out with Ezekiel Abernathy, get him in a vulnerable position, and take pictures of him for us,” he tells me with a twinkle in his eyes.
“Are you fucking serious?” I hiss and then lower my voice. “We haven’t even seen him with another guy. He only hangs out with his brothers and the occasional woman,” I argue.
“The terms are set,” is his answer.
My jaw clenches as I let out a frustrated breath and run my fingers through my spikes before trying to get another task. Anything other than taking vulnerable pictures of the jokester prince. “There’s got to be something else I can do. I mean, why him? And what’s going to happen if it doesn’t work?”
“First of all, his last prank was on my brother, so he deserves payback. But he’ll be watching for me. And I’m sure you could get close and get the pictures we need. Besides, the worst thing that will happen to you is having a prank done to you as well. I mean, isn't Dean Cauldron your pseudo-father, so you would be untouchable for the Princes.” Reed smiles contemptuously.
“Fuck,” I say under my breath, knowing he’s right, but it doesn’t sit well with me at all. I originally started hanging with these guys because they noticed Moni was getting picked on and offered to help keep an eye on her if I joined their little group. I didn’t see any harm in it since it was like giving Moni her own little protection force, but now it has come back to bite me in the ass. Accepting my fate, I nod, giving up the fight.
“Look on the bright side, JP. With your talents, this shouldn’t be an issue for you,” Reed says, patting me on the shoulder before walking off with a few of the guys lending helpful remarks.
“Good luck.”
“Have fun.”
“Make sure the pictures aren’t blurry.”
As they walk past, I feel someone step up behind me, and I hold my breath waiting for the other shoe to drop and Ryker’s anger.
Instead, it’s Knots. “Why?”
“I originally joined their group as another way to protect Moni, but I had no idea they would be this ruthless and cold-hearted,” I confess as tears gather in my eyes, my feelings of shame seeping in.
“I have to ask,” Ryker starts, and I turn to face him even though I’m terrified to see his expression. I don’t move to wipe my tears as they fall, glancing up to take in Ryker finally. There’s no hatred like I feared but confusion and hurt.
Fuck. It’s worse than I feared…he doesn’t trust me.
“Did you go through with it, and did you have feelings for Zeke before this night?”
I open my mouth to answer the first question but gag as something stops me from answering. I grab my throat and cough before wildly patting at my neck.
“He’s been spelled so that he can’t answer that question,” Knots provides, and Ryker frowns but nods in understanding.
“Can you answer if you had feelings for him before tonight?” A small smile appears out of relief that I’m no longer gagged, and I nod.
“Of course I didn’t, Ry. Zeke and I had a few classes together, but he never gave me any indication that he was attracted to me or any guys for that matter. There was interest on my end, but not feelings”
“Oh. Well then. No harm done,” he says, gripping my shoulder. “It seems like they did you a favor then. So where are we off to?” he asks, looking around the hallways at the multiple doors.
My jaw drops as I glance back at him, and he shrugs at my astonished look. I was afraid he was going to yell, scream, knock me down, and take it out on my face. Ryker is the most unpredictable out of the group since he’s a lover and a fighter. Plus, I have problems reading him at times.
“What? You’re talking to a man that fucks to live, but you think I’m going to judge you on how you hooked up with my brother?” He rolls his eyes. “Please, this might have been your past, but I already know your future. You and Zeke are meant to be, so nothing here will change that in my mind.”
I understand everything he’s saying, but it still doesn’t stop the churning sickness rolling in my gut as I walk to the room where Zeke awaits me. They have no idea what happened in this room and if I betrayed Zeke without him knowing.
“I never admitted to Zeke that he was a bet. That I lost a fucking bet, and he was my punishment.” I groan and clutch my stomach. “So unless you want to watch me and Zeke fuck, you might as well stay out of here,” I spit out between heaving breaths.
God, I feel sick and lean against the door frame, trying to catch my breath. Why am I having such a visceral reaction to this when I haven’t even moved?
“Guilt,” Knots utters, and I try to look up at him from my stance.
“What?” I groan through gritted teeth.
Ryker steps forward to look at Knots and then me, taking over the questioning. “What happened here that makes you feel guilty? From what I can remember, haven’t you and Zeke been an item ever since this night?”
“Yes.” My words are barely a whisper as tears gather in my eyes. “But our beginning wasn’t as pure as he thinks,” I admit, dropping to my knees to cover my face. A hand squeezes my shoulder, and I gently shake my head as I try to suck up my feelings to face my family.
“This night was someone’s payback,” The words barely make it past my lips as the weight of humiliation crashes into me. I don’t even think I can move from this position and face what I have to do. I don’t want to relive this moment. Yes, it turns out great in the end, but knowing how we started and the guilt I’ve been holding…I just can’t.
Knots kneels next to me and runs a hand down my back soothingly before helping me stand up.
“There are a lot of things that we must face in life: mistakes, fear, anger, jealousy, and even death. But the best part is, you don’t have to do it alone, JP. Ryker and I are here to help you. Yes, this might be your trial, but we are doing this together, and we won’t let you fail.” His brown eyes bore into mine with determination, and all I can do is nod while still feeling completely miserable and sick to my stomach. Words are easy to say, but will they change their mind once they see how I act?
“Of course, if you need some pointers, I’ll have no problem calling them out to ya. We have less than three hours to get out of here, and I’m not about to get stuck in despair. So this is really all about me,” Ryker jokes, and I throw a stream of water at him that he easily dodges.
Ryker’s laughter follows me into the office, where I find Zeke sprawled out along the sofa facing away from me, absently channel-surfing. The small office is set up so that immediately inside the door, there are two lounge chairs to the sides, and the old desk and chair are pushed into a corner. I freeze as I look at Zeke lying there, clicking from channel to channel. I know what I did before. The cocky and flirtatious me had just strolled up and teased him. But now, I’m somehow filled with apprehension.
“Need my help?” Ryker purrs, and a bolt of heat hits my core that instantly relaxes me.
“Just remember, JP, this is what started your epic love. It’s not what’s going to end it,” Knots encourages.
Ryker plops himself into one of the chairs and raises his hands like he’s directing an orchestra. “Don’t worry,” he winks, “You’re in good hands.” He chuckles, and another bolt of lust hits, causing chills to run down my spine, and I suppress a groan. I glare at him, but he just blows me a kiss as he continues to move his hands to a tune that only he can hear.
I swear payback is going to be a bitch.
Turning, I focus on Zeke’s lean body and notice how his shirt has come up slightly, showing off his porcelain skin. His shorts are riding dangerously low on his hips, and I can spot the beginning of his V dipping below the waistband. Gathering my nerves, I take a step closer and run my finger along the fine hairs at the back of his head and down his neck.
“Find anything interesting?” I ask, indicating the TV. My fingers continue their light caress as I walk the length of the sofa and make my way around. I know they burn a path through his clothes and onto his skin by his thoughts and the way his breathing hitches. Zeke’s excited to see me.
“Well, now I have,” he states, sitting up and addressing me. “This party has been a crap shoot, and TV seems to be a bust. I was thinking about going back home,” he admits. His green eyes take in my form as I stand before him.
“Oh really? Do you think I might be able to tempt you to stay a little longer?” I ask, my voice cracking on the last word. My original past thoughts seep back in, causing more doubt. I quickly look up at Ryker in a panic, but he just winks before I feel my body react to another hit of lust.
“And how would you do that?” Zeke asks, a fang popping out of his mouth, making me smile. Damn, he looks so adorably cute right now. My heart lurches for a moment as I fully take in my love. This night might have started as a lost bet to gain blackmail material on Zeke, but being with him, falling for him, and loving him, that was all me.
“Well, I’m thinking I could make one of your fantasies come true,” I tease, smiling when Zeke’s eyes go wide and his jaw drops. “If you drop that jaw any lower, you’ll be doing exactly what I daydreamed.” I smirk, and Zeke quickly shuts his jaw, turning bright red. Before he can do anything else, I straddle his legs and sit in his lap, facing him.
I slowly cup his jaw and lean in, giving him time to pull away, but he surprises me and allows me to kiss him. Even more surprising is the fact he kisses me back. Tilting his jaw, I deepen the kiss and seek entrance to his mouth with my tongue, and he gladly accepts. A groan leaves me as Zeke’s hands explore my body, finding my chest. His nimble fingers seek my nipples and lightly pinch them, causing me to growl against him, and he smiles.
“You like that?” he teases.
“There’s a lot of things I like. Would you like to find some of them out?” I suggest.
Zeke’s eyes turn molten for a moment as he uses his vampire strength to flip us around, him on top and my back pressed against the sofa’s seats.
“Is that an invitation? One of the many you give out?” Zeke hurriedly asks, knowing about my flirtatious way.
“Not anymore. That’s a promise. The only invitations I’m giving out will be to you and Nerezza,” I state, baring my soul. I can’t help the flirtatious side of me, but I’ll be faithful to him if he wants me.
He jerks back slightly, his brows drawn down in confusion. “Who?” he asks.
“Shouldn’t you be focusing on something else?” I probe, and Zeke smirks at me before he claims my lips while trying to wrangle my shirt off. We chuckle as we notice it’s a moot effort when we can’t take it off without separating our lips, and I rip off his shirt while our lips are apart as well. He stands up to pull down his shorts, but I grab him and pull him against me, needing to feel his skin against mine.
I moan against his lips as he digs his fingers through my hair and gently pulls on the strands, bringing short bursts of pain along with his gentle and exquisite kisses. It takes everything in me to break away, but I’m dying to taste him.
Zeke reaches for me again, but I grab his hands and quickly pull my belt free, smirking at him. “Now be a good boy, and I’ll reward you,” I say as I gently pull his hands behind his back and loop the thick leather around his hands so he can’t touch me. I guide him against the wall and tell him to stand there and watch the show.
Moving back to the sofa, I pick up the discarded remote to switch to a station with music and am blessed by the Fates with a good song that I can dance to. I catch sight of Knots and Ryker actively watching, but I quickly push them out of my mind and face Zeke once again. As I take in his semi-tented shorts, I start dancing and stripping off my clothes and watch as Zeke’s body starts to respond to mine. His panting breaths, his racing mind, and the full-blown tent in his shorts are enough to almost make me blow my own load.
As I take off my pants, I feel the weight of my phone in the back pocket and almost stop breathing. This would be a perfect opportunity to take pictures of Zeke for Reed and his friends. Zeke’s pupils are dilated with lust, and he’s definitely in a position to be humiliated—pitching wood and tied up to a bookcase. I can take the pictures and give them to Reed or keep them for myself. Or stay true to myself and not do it, losing out on the protection I tried so hard to gain for Moni.
But I’ve hung out with Zeke in the past, and I find him to be an amazing person. There’s a deeper side to him that most don’t get to see, which is what attracts me to him. Yes, he’s funny, charming, and cute, but he’s so jovial and he gets me. Not many do.
Something shifts to my left, catching my attention, and I see Knots standing there with a look of reassurance and confidence. “No matter what, JP, you are family, and we love you always.”
His words and trust in me make me want to cry, knowing he believes in me and knows how hard this is for me to go through.
Tossing my pants to the side along with my phone, I focus back on Zeke. Completely naked, I’m feeling cocky as hell as Zeke takes in my form. I slowly saunter over to him and wipe the drool from the corner of his mouth.
“Enjoying what you see?”
Before he can answer me, I give him a scorching kiss and break away before it can consume us, working down his neck and eliciting moans as I go. I pave my way down his chest with my hands, teasing his nipples before my mouth and teeth lightly bite and leave kisses behind. I nip and suck along his abs and watch as his muscles flex and jump under the attention I give them.
“JP,” Zeke moans. “Please,” he begs, and I glance up. I’m momentarily shocked at the heat in his eyes as he watches me get closer to where he desperately wants me.
“Don’t worry, mon amoureux . I will take care of you,” I assure him, gently sliding down his shorts along with his boxers. My breath catches, glimpsing his cock as it springs free of the fabric. It’s as magnificent as I remember back then—and it still is—and it’s all mine.
I run a fingertip up the underside of his familiar cock and watch as it bobs in the air. Zeke hisses before he whines and shifts his feet, wanting to move, and I decide he’s waited long enough. Although I want to take my time and enjoy this moment here, the fact this is a trial and that I’m in Hell filters in the back of my mind, urging me on.
I quickly take Zeke into my mouth and swirl my tongue around his head as I ease him down to the back of my throat, easily taking him without gagging. Using one hand to fondle his sack, I use the other to run it over his abs. Zeke groans and bucks his hips, causing me to deep-throat him, and he hits his head hard against the wall.
“Shit! Are you okay?” I ask, popping off of his cock like a lollipop.
“God, yes. Your mouth is like coming home to chocolate covered hearts.” He moans.
“I take it that’s a good thing.” I smirk up at him, and he gives me a dopey looking nod before his eyes roll back as I take him into my mouth once again.
This time as I bob up and down his length, sucking and licking him, I gently squeeze his balls and watch as his movements become almost frenzied. He’s almost there.
I release his sack and focus on stroking my cock as I start humming and taking Zeke deeper into my mouth.
“Fuck, JP. You’re gonna make me come.” He pants and tries to pull away.
Hell if I’m not going to let him do that.
“Then come down my throat,” I growl out quickly, pulling him back to me by his dick and deep-throating him as much as I can. The action alone makes Zeke explode into my mouth with a roar as thick ropes of cum shoot down my throat, triggering my own release. I try to swallow everything he has, but some drips down my chin, and I don’t care. I look up and find Zeke giving me a look I can’t decipher. His arms are no longer bound behind his back, and he reaches for my chin, wiping away the cum that’s left there.
And suddenly, I get it. No matter how things started between us, what happened in this room was our choice. It was my choice to follow through and continue our relationship, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. This was a blessing, not a curse.
Slow, dismissive clapping breaks the moment, and I turn to find my old group leader standing outside the room with a smug look on his face.
“Congratulations. You’ve completed your trial. Now get the fuck out,” he says, nonplussed, and points over his shoulder before going in the opposite direction from which we came.
“No wonder you left his group,” Ryker points out and heads in the direction the guide pointed us. I quickly get dressed as Zeke’s form disappears, following Ryker and Knots out of the room. There’s an exit sign on the door with a timer counting down, and I’m relieved to see we still have an hour before we’re stuck here in this hellhole.