Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (73)

I tilted my head back in a breathy whimper, attempting to gather myself. Ames had begun having sex with me but transformed into a demon fucking me. A terrifying and huge thing, stretching me, pulling me. Wetness pooled and dripped down my ass. I cupped his face, searching those haunting eyes. He moved, then, with a thrust that sent chills through me and pushed another moan from my lips. “Oh, my god,” I cried, looking down and seeing the massive appendage impaling my center. I had no idea how it was fitting, and all of it wasn’t, but some was. Somehow it felt better than anything I’d ever experienced.

He growled deep with an ancient and knowing tone. “No gods, I devoured them all. Only me, fucking my virgin on my grave. Watching you take my demon fucking monster cock.”

I cried out again, screaming in pleasure, pain, fear, and ecstasy as he plunged forward, the sound of my wetness proof of how turned on I was by this new form. “You’re mine now, do you hear me? Fucking mine. Forever.”

“Yes,” I agreed, feeling another orgasm build. “Forever.”

He pushed in to the hilt, or as far as he could possibly fit, and I gasped, still bound by his smoke. I wanted to reach around him, feel the bones that sat along the dark muscle. “I Claim you, Blythe Pearl.” A strong wind whistled past, throwing my hair forward and then back. “I Claim you,” he repeated, pushing in. Again and again, he said it, thrusting in and out. Then the tendril of smoke flicked steady at my clit again and I broke.

“What does that mean—” A shrill scream tore through me as my pleasure erupted under his massive, evil form. My Archdemon picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster. My pussy could hardly take it. He went so deep, stretched me so far. And then he growled, groaning like a roar through the forest. Warmth filled me as he shoved in farther, emptying himself inside me. The smoke released my wrists but caught me by my back so I didn’t fall. He gently pulled out, staring down at my thighs. When he stood, he was at least seven, maybe eight, feet tall and a massive, frightening thing. “What is it?” I asked breathlessly.

When I looked down, I saw it. Black smudged all over my pussy and dripped down my thighs. Him. His wet and dark release.

Then his fists balled at his sides as I slipped off the defiled stone and stood, gaping up at him. He shut his eyes and ground his teeth. “You need to go.”

“What?” Shock rippled through me. “Why—”

“Walk away calmly, Blythe. You don’t know what I’ve done. You don’t know what it means.”

“I won’t leave you,” I breathed, panic pressing in on my chest.

A growl rumbled through his throat. “If you don’t calmly walk away, I will fuck you again, harder. And I won’t be able to stop. I will fuck you so hard, so many times, you’ll be raw and begging me to end it. I will cover you with my demon seed until you’re drenched in me, head to toe.”

I swallowed, already feeling the soreness aching between my legs. “That was me being gentle,” he warned. Though I still wanted more.

He tilted his head back. “That can’t possibly turn you on.”

“How do you know that?”

He turned his back to me, and a wave of blue smoke pressed my dress to my chest. Gently, it turned me around, pushing me toward the open gate. “I don’t want to leave you, please,” I begged. “Don’t make me. Not now.”

He made a vibrating sound in his throat as the smoke pushed me farther. “This is your last chance to get away, Blythe. To leave. I will find you, of course. I will have you again. But if you want a chance to leave, to take a break, you best take it now. Because I am a thin thread away from losing control.”

“You said I wouldn’t have to chase you,” I breathed. “Don’t leave me.”

Suddenly, the smoke shoved me forward and I fell into a pile of leaves. The gates cranked and groaned as they slammed shut. I sat up in a flurry, still naked, in only ripped fishnets and heels. A growl echoed through the forest, shaking my bones. Then I saw the size of him, the full mass of how huge he was as he stalked toward the gate. Another growl rattled the wood. And now I was afraid. I grabbed my dress that was wrapped around one ankle and stood on shaking knees, fear and adrenaline propelling me forward. Without looking back, I broke into a run, grabbing onto trees and stumbling over branches and stones. Another roar shook through the woods. Darkness surrounded me, and when I looked back, a sea of blue smoke glided slowly toward me—searching. What if he told me to go because he’d hurt me now? I couldn’t believe it to be true, but then again, this form, this . . . demon . . . was something I never could have imagined, not in my worst nightmares. None of the church stories or scary tales could have prepared me for the terror of what he looked like. What his terrible roar sounded like. I couldn’t imagine that anything existed in this world, or others, more fearsome than him.

And he was Ames.

Somewhere in there, it was him.

And I still wanted him. And Ghost

I wanted them both.





CHAPTER 27





Ghost





RADIO SILENCE





On the other hand, what I like my music to do to me is awaken the ghosts inside of me. Not the demons, you understand, but the ghosts.

David Bowie