Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 85029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 425(@200wpm)___ 340(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
I should look away. Should get up and try to leave, because I know where this is going. But I can’t. I’m watching his fingers as he unbuttons his white shirt. It opens, revealing his muscular chest.
It’s an illusion. I know this. I’ve seen the real him. He’s gross. Blue-black skin and horns. He literally looks like a demon. But that’s not how he looks right now. Right now—as he slips his suit coat off and lets the dress shirt slide down his arms—he looks like a god.
My eyes slide down his chest and once again find his fingertips, watching as they unbutton his trousers, then pull the zipper down. I might even be holding my breath at this point, that’s how captivated I am.
Ryet groans and rolls over and my gaze immediately goes to him. He’s hard. Like he knows what Paul is doing. But he can’t possibly—his eyes are still closed.
I get up and walk over to the bed. “Ryet? Ryet, wake up.”
“He can’t wake up.”
I look over at Paul. We are on opposite sides of the bed with Ryet between us. “Why not?”
“Because he’s busy taking care of you. Out there. Where your physical body lives. You’re sick. He’s fixing you. So his spirit is otherwise occupied.”
“Why bring him into this at all, then? Just… stop.”
“I brought him here for you, Syrsee.”
“If that’s true, then you would leave. And let us be alone. But instead, you’re taking off your clothes. So if you brought him here for me, then why are you doing that?”
“You really do think the worst of me, don’t you?”
“You’ve given me no reason to think the best of you, that’s for sure.”
“Haven’t I? I seem to recall that I was the one who saved you. Just like I saved Ryet’s children by burning them alive all those years ago. Your soul is filthy and so is Ryet’s. And although those children of his were innocent, they were tainted. I’ve already explained it to Ryet. He’s accepted it as truth. And now, dear Syrsee, it’s time for you to accept your truth.”
Once again, I feel sick. Like I might throw up. “What is my truth?”
Paul’s smile is warm now. “Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as his truth. You’re going to have Ryet’s baby, Syrsee.”
I let out a breath and a little bit of relief washes over me. I knew this. I mean, not exactly knew this. But that is my destiny as a Black witch, right? That’s our purpose in life. To make new Black witches. So I’ve known for a while now that this was coming. “OK. Is that it? Just… make a baby with Ryet?” I point to his naked body displayed before me on the bed.
But as soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know this is not it. Why would Paul be here, undressing himself in front of me, if all I had to do was make a baby with Ryet?
“You’re part of this baby as well?” I have to force these words out past the lump forming in my throat.
Paul nods. “I am. I play a different role than Ryet. I won’t be inside you. Well”—he stops to chuckle—“I’ve already been inside you. Many times.”
I’m shaking my head. I did have that dream, but—
“It wasn’t a dream, Syrsee. It was a dreamwalk. There is a very big difference. But that’s not what I’m talking about. You see, I am Ryet.”
I replay these words in my head. “What… what does that mean?”
“We’re connected. I made him. I’m inside him. Which means every time he’s been inside you, I’ve been inside you.” He whispers these last few words, making them intimate. “Sometimes I take over. Like that first time, when he was very sick. It was me between your legs, Syrsee. It was my mouth. It was my tongue. I was the one who made you come.”
I’m shaking my head again.
“Do you want me to describe it? Do you want me to tell you what your pussy tasted like? Shall I tell you how you moaned and screamed?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I already told you. I’m preparing you”—he nods his head to Ryet—“for your future.” He slips his trousers down his hips and grabs his cock, fisting it as he looks me in the eyes. He smiles, then kneels down on the bed next to Ryet. Positioning his hips right up next to Ryet’s.
Then he lies down on his side, tilting his head to look at me. “Join us?”
“Syrsee?” I look down and find Ryet awake. “What are you doing? Get back in bed.”
I blink at him, then look at Paul. “He can’t see me. This is your space, Syrsee. Not his.”
“Why are you dressed? Are you going somewhere?” Ryet sits up and when I look back over at him, he looks a little bit scared. Like I was trying to leave him.