Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (98)
Behind the pumpkins and festivals and polite hellos, Ash Grove harbored pain and longing. Whatever the curse, everyone was stuck and immovable—my boys and the people here. But Ames was right. There was nothing I could do. We walked the rest of the way in silence. We stopped at a house with a yard full of crunchy dead leaves. I stood on the sidewalk, rifling through my candy. By the time I pulled out a green apple sucker, they’d raked the yard. “Miss Doris’s house,” Wolfgang offered to my questioning glance.
They stuffed the leaves into orange garbage bags that were on the front porch, but instead of leaving them on the side of the road, they hauled them over their shoulders, walking to a dark house across the street. They chuckled, talking softly as they walked up to the front door . . . and dumped the leaves, creating a tower blocking the front entrance. I gasped and looked around to see if anyone else noticed. “What the hell are you doing?”
Ames shrugged and wiped his hands. “Just thanking Marcelene for taking such good care of you the other day.” When I turned, looking over Ames’s arm that was already around my shoulder, a stream of white flowed through the air and into the tree in her yard. And then another. “You can’t toilet-paper her house,” I said in horror. Onyx and Wolfgang made quick work of it, pulling out toilet paper rolls from under bushes, almost liked they’d planned and executed this very thing for years. “This is so wrong.”
“So you don’t care that we’ve killed people, but you draw the line at vandalism? Interesting.” Ames smirked, kissing my painted cheek.
I crossed my arms, shaking my head as the guys laughed, joining us on our walk back to the square. “You’re awful.”
“You’re just now figuring that out, B?” Onyx’s green eyes glowed again.
We weaved between the pumpkins in the yard and up the stairs of Lamb’s Blood. “She’s going to turn you all into toads and feed you to Raven.”
Wolf chuckled. “I’d like to see her try. Her magic doesn’t work on us.”
“Why not?”
“There’s a lot about the curse we don’t know because the Devil who did it disappeared. As most Devils tend to do.”
We reached the echoey stone room that led up to the attic. Wolfgang complained, “Dude, fuck all those stairs. I’m drunk as hell. Let’s dump our loot and trade in the sanctuary.”
“When have you been drinking?” I asked, laughing.
He gave me a wolfish smile. “We do lots of things when you aren’t looking.”
“Demons,” I muttered and shoved open the sanctuary doors. The stained glass was floor to ceiling, and hundreds of glossy pews lined an aisle to the altar and pulpit.
“Creepy,” I whispered.
Onyx shook his head and walked to the front. “You hang out with monsters, but church is creepy? I’m sorry to tell you, but I think you may be fucked in the head.”
Ames shoved his friend’s shoulder who chuckled and sat on the front pew. He turned his pillowcase upside down, spilling out the brightly-colored packages. I sat on the bottom step of the altar with Ames and Wolf, and we did the same. I felt like a little kid, trading candy, aiming to score everyone’s caramels.
One of which fell down my shirt as I tossed back a few. “Allow me,” Ames said to my surprise. He slowly pushed off my trench coat and tugged off my T-shirt, revealing my tight, lacy crop top. The candy had fallen right down the center of my cleavage. I gasped at the sudden feel of his mouth exploring the tops of my breasts, his tongue sinking down the crease. Wetness pooled in my center, and I glanced up to see Wolf and Onyx watching intently. Ames found the candy and sucked it into his mouth. “Here you go, Little Ghost,” he said, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my lips to his. He parted them roughly, pushing the orb of sugar onto my tongue.
My pulse quickened as he stood, bringing me to stand with him. “Come here,” he said, leading me up the altar to what looked like a throne. “Sit.”
I swallowed, looking over his shoulder, confused, as the guys looked on with hungry stares. “Are you . . . sure?”
His palm pressed against my chest, and I sat as he dropped to his knees. “This seat is called the bishop’s throne, the cathedra, or the presider's chair.” He spread my knees with his rough palms.
I startled at the rough rip of my new pair fishnets . . . along with my silk underwear. It was the second pair he’d torn tonight. Heat flushed my cheeks, and I bit my lip, knowing we had onlookers. “Ames,” I whispered.
“The priest leads prayer and worship here, in this seat.” His mouth dropped, finding my exposed folds. His back to his friends, when he lowered, I caught their greedy gazes. Onyx sat forward, elbows on his knees as he rubbed his chin, green eyes glowing. Wolfgang leaned back in the pew, arms on either side next to him, eyeing me darkly under a heavy stare. My head lolled back as his tongue swiped me, circling my wet opening, then slowly dragged up toward my bundle of nerves. “What are you doing?” I whimpered, breathless.
“Leading prayer and worship,” he muttered against my wet pussy, meeting my gaze with a mouth full of me. “I told you I always wanted to be a priest.”
I groaned, lolling my head back.
“Fuck,” I heard Onyx whisper through the echoes of the cathedral.
Ames continued licking, plunging his long tongue inside me. I swear I felt his demon lap at my cervix. The feeling both tickling and instilling a deep buildup of pleasure.