Page 24 of Ghosts of Halloween

It’s been so long since I felt special.

I moan and shake harder, trying to keep myself from coming even as a part of me still doesn’t believe it will happen. I haven’t had an orgasm for so long. So why would I…

Strangler’s hand kneads my ass cheek, inching inward until it stops over my asshole. He teases me gently through the silk, and I sob, all of this feeling so good, too much, not enough…

“Not yet, princess,” Groomer says, his voice breathless and hoarse. “Don’t fucking come yet.”

He drags his teeth down the side of my neck while Strangler takes as much of me into his mouth as possible and sucks, his tongue running over me in a tight pattern. God, he’s so good at this. He taps gently over my asshole, and Groomer keeps teasing my nipples, and I… and I…

“Such a beautiful girl,” Butcher says, voice tight. “Such a good fucking girl you are, Harlow. You’re perfect, angel. Just fucking perfect.”

I arch my back, all my whimpers and moans stopping when my throat squeezes tight. All of me is tight, hard, buzzing… Until that final jolt comes from my clit, and the orgasm rolls through me, slow, powerful, growing. I shake, silent, suspended in the pleasure. It hurts, but it’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever felt.

When it ends, and I slump in Groomer’s arms, boneless and in shock, he kisses tears off my cheeks.

“See? Told you we’d get you there,” Butcher says. He isn’t angry at all. I guess I was supposed to come despite their orders. “Such a good girl. Let it all out.”

I sob, cringing, because who even does that? Who cries after having a mind-blowing orgasm? I don’t get myself, but it’s an instinctive reaction, something I can’t stop. It’s visceral, coming deep from my gut. The animal in me cries.

“You did well, little bird,” Strangler says, groaning when he gets up. “Fuck, I’ll need a pillow next time.”

“Don’t complain, old man,” Butcher says, humor in his voice. “I’ll get you a pillow. And you’d better get ready.”

They move away, and suddenly, there’s just Groomer and me. I’m not crying any longer, only shaking, lightheaded. It feels as if something tight and heavy in my chest dislodged, and I can breathe. There’s too much oxygen in my system. Too much feel-good stuff.

This isn’t normal for me. I don’t feel happy like, ever. I don’t feel light and relaxed. And yet, I do now, and it’s uncomfortable. I need something to balance it out.

As if he can read my mind, Groomer wraps his hand around my throat and squeezes. I gasp, blood rushing faster, and my senses sharpen, my head clearing.

No longer soaring, I’m back in my body, feeling everything. How my heart pounds. How my pussy undulates with the aftershocks of my orgasm. How his hands press into me, and how hard his erection is, digging into my ass.

“I’d tell you I’ll be gentle, but that would be a lie,” he growls in my ear, pushing the makeshift panties down my thighs. “You’re finally mine, princess.”

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Jack

I lick the tears off her cheek, my hands on her shaking. Fuck, I didn’t expect her to be so beautiful. So fucking uninhibited, so primal. And the tears? They are icing on the cake.

She’s so easy to break, so fragile, and all her cracks are bare to me. If I want to, I can tear her apart. God, this girl is so fucking exquisite. And she’s mine. My fucking princess.

Giving Harlow an orgasm, even if it took a team effort to get her there, makes me feel powerful. It’s a fucking victory, and I can’t stand it any longer. I waited six years for this, and in the last two, I didn’t fuck anyone at all.

I’m ready to burst.

I hike her dress up higher, tilt her hips impatiently until she gasps, standing on tiptoes. I should take time to work my cock into her, because the piercings might hurt her if I go too fast, but I can’t wait any more. I sink into her in one long stroke.

We both moan, and Harlow arches more, pushing herself into me. We’re pressed ass to groin, her juices and Caden’s spit wet against my skin, and I’m buried in her completely.

This feels so fucking good. I swear my vision blacks out for a moment, my ears filled with static. All I feel is my cock and her around it, so warm and tight, and all mine.

Until she speaks and my head clears.

“What…” she gasps, shaking. “That feels… That’s different. Fuck, it burns.”

I hang my head low, pressing my forehead into the back of her head, trying to catch my breath. This is beautiful. Fucking exquisite.

Only, I can’t fuck her like I want to for the simple reason I’ll come right away. But it’s a good thing I have to stop. She’d be seriously hurt if I don’t.

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