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The Imam comes around; Joseph may have found a plot.
He pleaded to take me home, promising to awaken me as early as I needed. I shook my head no, realizing that he wasn't taking no for an answer. His lust was taking over. Sensing the danger of it, I leaned my head back on Seth's shoulder and whispered the signal: "help."
Knowing that I didn't want to hurt Angel, Seth sprung into action. He pulled away from the sweet girl, wrapped his arm around my waist, and pulled me from Angel's pleading grasp. I reached my arms to Angel, and his face showed such sudden loneliness and betrayal; he reached toward me, but Seth had already whisked me too far from his reach. Seth and I spilled outside and the cool night air made me shiver in my scant costume.
"Akasha, are you OK?"
"Oh my god. My god, Seth, I want him so badly."
"But you don't want to kill him, right? You're afraid you'll drink too much."
"I don't even want his blood. I want to fuck him. I want to fuck him hard. You felt how wet I was earlier? And that was before I even kissed him."
"Akasha, ma petite, I want you with that intensity. I never knew how much before."
I was not shocked. All night, I had seen Seth in a new way. We had always been friends, but never crossed the line into lovers, not in all of these years. But tonight, I could tell we both felt something new. I kissed his mouth, trying to forget Angel. Seth reached for my wetness. It soaked through my underwear, the tops of my thighs wet with anticipation. Seth searched my eyes, then softly spoke.
"Maybe all three of us can have what we want, then." My eyes questioned him, intrigued.
"Ma petite, it's too cold for you out here. Take my keys and go to my car. I will go find him for you." He kissed me with a sweetness I recognized as transference from the girl on the dance floor. I went to his car.
A few minutes later, he returned with Angel, whose eyes showed the haze of alcohol and confusion. As soon as he saw me, the fire of lust returned. Seth drove to the North side of the city, to a bed and breakfast near his house. He left the car to check in, and I looked into the back seat. Angel was lying back, barely conscious, his prosthetic teeth biting his lower lip. I put my hand over the seat and stroked him, feeling his erection swell under my hand. I wanted to pounce on him.
Seth and I supported his weight as we moved to the cottage door. We laid him on the bed and heard a knock on the door.
"Room Service, sir."
The waiter moved in the room with a bottle of champagne and a silver pot of coffee, plus several candles. As he lit each one around the room, he avoided my gaze. I can only imagine what he was thinking. It was obvious what was going to happen. Seth paid him and locked the door. I uncorked the champagne, and Seth poured Angel a cup of coffee.
"Drink, man, she's a tiger. You're going to want to be awake for this." Angel sipped, and Seth and I poured champagne, sitting by the bed, softly speaking over glasses of champagne. We toasted and drank, I spitting mine into a coffee mug. Even if I can't swallow it, I can still enjoy its silky taste on my tongue. Seth whispered to me.
"I don't know why tonight feels so different. I've loved you as my friend for years. I knew we could never be a couple, so I wrote it off. But seeing you tonight, seeing your real eyes, seeing your lust? I feel something new. I want to show you how much I love you."
"I love you too, mon chou. The lust in my heart for Angel has stirred my feelings for you, churning up the dusty desire I had for you- the desire I buried when I realized we would never be together. I want you for tonight, I want to love you."
"I love you as much, m'amour. Nous suckons, non?" I smiled at his joke. "Now, Akasha, what shall we do with him?" He motioned toward Angel, still nursing a cup of coffee.
"Keep me from killing him, Seth. Hold back my bloodlust. Let him take me, and you can control me gently."
He leaned toward me, our breath mingling.