Page 60 of Ghosts of Halloween

He leans in and bites down on my lip until I scream into his mouth. He holds me there, our lips pressed together, mine open in a howl of pain and just,fuck.

I come. I come with Caden and Jack fucking me, with Silas’s lips on mine, the taste of my blood on my tongue. I come so hard, I think my brain blacks out for a moment. All the pain in my body becomes one hot surge of euphoria, and as I run out of air, I shake, soundless, unreal, until it finally passes, and I fall limp. My body is boneless between the three men, completely defenseless.

“Fuck, princess,” Jack moans, speeding up. Caden growls, matching him, and I jerk between them, a ragdoll that’s just there for their pleasure, a body to use. Silas lets go and steps back, breathing hard, and I can’t tear mydazed eyes away from his. I think he’s furious, or maybe it’s something else, something dark and scary. It draws me in, his darkness calling to mine.

“Oh, fuck,” Caden grits out through clenched teeth. “Take it all, pet. Take it like a good slut.”

He stills deep inside me, cock pumping cum, while Jack snarls and ruts into me faster, deeper, until he grunts and shoots his load, filling me.

As the last aftershocks pour through him, he suddenly stumbles, and our balance goes to shit. We land on the floor in a heap of limbs and sweaty skin, pierced cocks sliding out of me with the impact. I can’t move, so I just let them reposition me as they please until I’m draped over Jack’s lap, his hand buried in my hair as he pants, tremors going through his fingers. Caden has my leg in his hands, fingers gently stroking up my ankle.

Jack groans, hand tightening in my hair before he releases it. “Fuck. Jesus Christ. If I wasn’t dead, this would have fucking killed me.”

Caden barks a sharp laugh, and I blink slowly, my head swimming. Now that all the tension has left my body, everything fucked out of me, I am so empty it scares me. Gone is my guilt. Gone is grief. I’m just a body lying limply, with Jack’s trembling hands smoothing down my hair while Caden’s restless fingers move up to my shin.

“Did this help, angel?” Silas asks, kneeling by my head. ”Or can you think of something that could top this? I’m at your service.”

He grins, and I think with strange elation that yes, as a matter of fact, there is something that could be even better than this mindless, numb state that will end sooner or later.

I’d like it to be permanent, so I answer, my voice taking a moment to come out of my scream-sore throat. “Death.”

Silas grins, mischief playing in his eyes as the lines of his face sharpen with that sly smile. Then he murmurs so softly, I’m not sure I hear him correctly.

“We’ll get to that.”

35

Silas

I think I’m crazy. My cock is so hard, it aches, and this time, it’s not for Caden. Not for Jack, either, though that would be funny.

No. I want to fuck Harlow.

She’s a woman, and that thought fills me with a confused distaste.

And yet, what my body craves is painfully obvious, and it’s surprisingly distressing. Have I been wrong about my sexuality all my life? I want to stop and dissect it, at least try to understand where this is coming from. But there’s no fucking time to think.

Either I accept it and follow my instincts, or I don’t. Whatever I choose, this all ends with the dawn. And there are less than five hours left. The sun will rise late at this time of year, and the last night of October is long, but we already burned through so much time.

It’s running out. This thought makes the temptation all the greater. Because if I only get a few hours, shouldn’t I milk my time to the fullest?

I look at them, all pressed together and sticky with each other’s sweat. Jack is side by side with Caden, with Harlow lying halfway on each of them. Jack is clearly out of juice, but Caden is working on her knees now, fingers gliding over her skin. When he brushes just a bit higher, over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, she twitches, and he smirks, eyes cast down.

He put his pants back on, and I squint at the outline of his cock. He has a semi.

Insatiable bastard.

I squeeze my hands into fists and then force them to loosen, stretching my fingers apart. Suddenly, I worry. Because if Jack’s idea works, and we actually don’t pass on when we carry out the plan, I’ll have to spend an eternity dissecting my decision.

Even worse, I’ll have to look at Caden every day and see the knowing glint in his eyes. He won’t let me live it down after how much I scoffed at their plans. Oh, how they wanted to make Harlow pay for getting us killed. Since she did that while bouncing on someone’s dick, they reasoned, what better way to punish her than fuck her, right?

All they could talk about was how they’d screw her. I swear, I snorted so many times when they talked in circles, their ghost cocks getting hard while they imagined what they would do to her.

How many times did I tell them they didn’t have to come up with all these pathetic excuses? They just wanted to fuck the girl, I pointed out. And I made sure they knew I judged them.

They seemed weak and obsessed. Because all I wanted was to deal with her so I could finally leave this fucking house.

I laughed at them, goaded them until Jack punched my ghostly form through a wall, screaming with fury, and I felt so superior.

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