Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (99)
“These sanctuaries were built to amplify sound. We can hear your every breath, even without our heightened senses.”
The sound of a primal growl reached my ears. I opened my eyes to see Wolfgang palm his cock overtop his jeans. “Go ahead and sing like an angel for us,” the werewolf encouraged, his voice rough and sexy.
I ran my hands through Ames’s hair and pulled him up to look at me. “I can’t believe you’re okay with this,” I panted, feeling the cold air of the church hit my wet center. He’d been so protective. Any glance, or touch his friends had offered me angered him. Confusion peppered my mind at how this was acceptable for him. Not that I minded . . . I didn’t mind one bit. Their eyes on me from their pews made me feel like I was beautiful and sensual and wicked. Arousing them made me feel a sort of power I didn’t know I craved.
“They can come to our church and worship you . . . from down there. Let them pray to you, baby. Watch them wish you were theirs.”
My breathing accelerated, and I noticed Onyx bite his lip and bounce his heel, seemingly struggling not to charge forward and participate. He smiled when he noticed he had my attention, revealing the points of his sharp white smile. Ames went back to work, nibbling my cunt as I squirmed, feeling my juices pooling on the holy throne below me.
Onyx’s fangs glinted in the moonlight, shining through the stained glass as he stood. I whimpered, watching the hybrid dragon unbutton his jeans and slowly unzip. They dropped to the ground, and he kicked them aside. He glanced over at Wolf, who stood and walked up behind him.
I gasped, watching Wolf hook his fingers into the band of Onyx’s dark-green boxer briefs and shove them down. His erection sprang free. Onyx straightened, boldly allowing my eyes to assess his manhood as he tugged off his shirt. He was naked, and we were undoubtedly defiling this sacred place, but Onyx looked like he fit here—like a statue of an angel. Ames’s two fingers nudged at my soaked entrance, pushing in slowly. The dry roughness of them caused me to cry out.
Wolf, standing taller and broader than Onyx, reached around, flicking Onyx’s hand away and taking his cock into his large palm. I moaned as he slowly touched him, base to tip, before offering his hand to Onyx. I don’t know what I expected. I’d never watched two men together, though I’d always wanted to. Onyx grinned at me before running his tongue slowly up Wolf’s wrist. Suddenly, he bit down on the flesh of his palm, and I yelped in surprise. Ames chuckled against my clit as his fingers continued their agonizingly slow pace. “I smell a blood offering,” he purred. My body felt as if it had been electrocuted. Every touch, the cold hard chair under me, Ames’s pumping and licking, the sounds coming from the guys . . . Everything in me was hyper aware. I watched as two thick streams of crimson blood dripped down Wolf’s fingertips, who then promptly lowered it from the vampire’s mouth to Onyx’s cock. My mouth fell open, watching his erection become coated in blood as Wolf pumped him, slowly at first, and then rougher. Onyx grunted, smiling at me with blood dripping from his pale chin. God, it was evil, and so fucking sexy. “Oh fuck,” I breathed. “I’m going to come.”
Ames moved then, to the side, allowing the guys full view of my pussy as he continued thrusting his fingers in and out. My demon extended his snake-like tongue, swirling my nipple. The fork shape pinched and rolled the hard buds, causing me to squirm and pant. My congregation’s gazes immediately took in the sight, and they awed in appreciation. “Goddamn,” Wolf said, still handling Onyx’s cock.
“Let’s come together, B.” Onyx winked, a drop of Wolf’s blood dripping from his fangs.
My resolve exploded as I screamed my bliss, echoing it through the holy halls of Lamb’s Blood Church. More like Wolf’s Blood Church now. I was the lamb amongst lions, being fucked, slaughtered, and bleeding passion before my predators.
Onyx groaned, mouth opening as he eyed my clenching cunt, still full of Ames’s fingers, still riding out my orgasm. His release shot out, drenching Wolf’s red knuckles in milky white. Wolfgang let go, bringing his hand to his lips and sucking his fingers, meeting my delirious gaze. “Delicious,” he whispered. His eyes were wild and yellow as his long hair swayed free. Fuck. Each one was like my own personal sex monster.
I stood then, Ames still on his knees, looking at me with a devilish grin. “My turn,” I ordered, pushing him onto his back. He undid his pants and jerked them off, then removed his shirt. He sat up on his elbows, watching me, seemingly oblivious to the guys having their own fun at the bottom of the altar. I unhooked my crop top, though my breasts were already spilling over the edges from that glorious tongue’s assault. I left my torn fishnets and panties on. They were wet now, and I liked the way they accentuated my ripped silk thong still pressed between my ass cheeks. Ames palmed at his cock, “I want to turn. Let me turn, Little Ghost? Show The Halloween Boys how good you take a monster cock?”
I swallowed, hearing the ragged breathing of both men below us. When I looked over, Onyx was on his knees, taking Wolf in his mouth, both of their gazes fixed to Ames and me. When I glanced back, it wasn’t Ames beneath me. All eight feet of muscled and lethal Ghost lay before me. He put his hands under his head as he watched me strain to climb on top of him and spread my legs around him. He was so wide, so big. If there had been no light filtering in, he would have been invisible. A demon concealed by darkness. When I was in position, I lined my dripping center over his throbbing, ridged cock. “That’s it, Little Ghost. You’re such a good girl. My little demon slut. Aren’t you?”