Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (100)
I lowered myself slowly onto him, taking in his tip. It felt even bigger in this position. I whined, and his huge, boned hands took my hips in his grip. “Your very own corrupted and taken girl,” I repeated. “Your Little Ghost.”
“Mm . . . that’s right. Hear that, boys? Mine. All. Fucking. Mine.” He guided me gently, lowering me until I could fit no more. My thighs and pussy stretched, straining to take him in. My walls were tighter on top and his cock was enormous and throbbing. The pain felt immaculate, and I could already feel another orgasm building deep within me. The thunderous crash I’d always longed for. My demon’s growl vibrated through my skin as he commanded, “Watch your parishioners worship you. How devout your subjects are.” I liked the way his sharp smirk glinted in the low and colorful light of Lamb’s Blood Church. He didn’t have to tell me twice. The wet sounds of sucking pulled my attention, and while I adjusted to Ghost’s size, I watched as Wolf braced himself on a pew, one hand on the back of Onyx’s head, pushing his mouth onto him roughly. Onyx groaned, meeting my gaze with a mouth full of Wolfgang’s cock. When he noticed he had my attention, he pulled off. I stared, a thrust from Ghost wincing my eyes. When I opened them, Onyx’s devilish smile radiated as he gave the wolven’s cock a flick of his red coated tongue. Then he moved to the side of his shaft and opened his lethal mouth before clamping down in a strong bite. Wolfgang cried out in what started in a deep moan and ended in a soulful howl that shook the candlesticks around us. Blood dripped from his girth as Onyx eyed me, still smirking, before taking his friend in between his dark crimson lips. His green eyes rolled back and he sighed, savoring the taste. I wondered what blood tasted like. Did blood from a cock taste different than from elsewhere on the body? What would it feel like if he bit me . . . down there.
It was too much, too hot to handle, and my hips began thrusting of their own accord. Erratic, and probably not sexy at all to watch, but I couldn’t help it. The amplified sounds of wet bodies moving together, magnified by this place built for a much different type of song, the echoes of our collective whimpers and cries of pleasure, made my bliss peak as my hips bucked wildly. I took in every agonizing ridge of Ghost’s huge demon cock. The stretch was bittersweet and wretched. I couldn’t fit all of him, but I damn well tried. I locked eyes with my Archdemon as he squeezed his sharp claws into my ass, watching my stretched pussy struggle to accommodate him. I gave it my best try, pushing myself farther down than I thought possible. Ghost growled a deathly swear, and in in my periphery, both men below grunted along with him. Wolfgang finished in Onyx’s mouth. The vampire drank the blood and pleasure like his own personal drug, his emerald gaze glowing. As my pleasure shredded me, I screamed, letting it bellow through the halls of the sanctuary. My demon roared alongside my song. At that same moment, I felt the warmth of Ghost’s release shooting inside me, black ink slithering down my inner thighs, shading me the same colors as my ripped fishnets. He sat up, still holding me, filling me, and took my lips in his. I kissed my Archdemon, tracing the outline of his long, forked tongue with my little human mouth. Onyx stood, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, while Wolf pulled up his jeans. After minutes, or maybe an hour, of Ames and I coming down off our sex, he gently eased me off of him, and I hissed at the soreness that remained. He stood and helped me up on my wobbly knees. Grabbing my shirt, he tenderly tugged it over my head until it dropped over my bare breasts and loosely covered my hips. I glanced over at Onyx, who was still staring at me with a faraway expression. “My new favorite shirt. My lucky shirt.” I smiled.
His answering grin warmed my heart, while Wolf walked over and put an arm around his friend. They bumped fists. “Fucking good, Dragon,” Wolfgang said. “And the two of you . . . Fuck.”
“You’re divine,” Onyx said, looking at me, green eyes glowing again. I swallowed and pulled my gaze back to Ghost, afraid of what would happen if I were sucked into that pool of emerald.
He tucked me under his arm like I was his precious, tiny thing. “You’re welcome,” he said lowly, though there was a lightness in his tone that pulled at the corners of my lips. He didn’t regret letting them watch. Something inside me thrilled at the thought this could be the first of many similar experiences.
The Halloween Boys would surely be the death of me. Small deaths and big deaths. I wouldn’t make it out of their crossfire of immortality alive. And Marcelene was right. They’d damned me to never be able to love another, to fuck another, or be with another.
My mortal soul was a small price to pay for some sort of comfort in this life. I was damned, all right.
And I was so incredibly okay with that.
CHAPTER 35
Ghost
THE THINNING OF THE VEIL
Hope not ever to see Heaven. I have come to lead you to the other shore; into eternal darkness; into fire and into ice.
Dante Alighieri
I was too busy admiring the rose tint of her cheeks, distracted by the tastes of her fluttering emotions and the pulse of my cock that already wanted her again. My body was still in my true form, a form I was preferring more and more often, though my experience fucking as a mortal earlier wasn’t so bad, either.
I didn’t sense him come inside.
The wail of the organ pierced the air and made my Little Ghost startle. I may have been vexed at my friends flirting with my Claimed, but I couldn’t say I wasn’t both thankful for and impressed by their instant response. It took only a singular second for each of us to position around her in earnest protection. She spun, not even knowing what happened, as she still processed the source of the music.