Page 87 of Ghosts of Halloween

“I’ll help you along, puppy,” I tell him, fully expecting Jack to get furious and stomp away, but hell. I love fucking with him.

So it takes me aback when he stays put, pressing his lips together as his cheeks darken with a blush. He clears his throat, dick twitching in his hand, and I slowly smile up at him, watching his reaction closely.

“Want me to lick your cock while I’m down here, Jack?” I ask in a low voice, stroking Harlow’s hip when she huffs out a startled laugh. “I could suck you off, too, if you want.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Silas bursts behind me, sounding totally on edge. Guilt flares in my gut, but hell. This was too good to pass up. I’m just fucking with Jack, and I know he’ll never take me up on that offer.

Except… Jack doesn’t answer. He gulps uneasily, throat bobbing, and strangles the base of his dick in his hand like he’s keeping himself from coming.

Oh, shit.

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Silas

This is ridiculous. We have about half an hour left, and that’s give or take to the point that I’m sweating in profound discomfort. Because if we miss our window, it’s back to the ghostly existence, being trapped somewhere until Harlow comes along to kindly get herself into mortal peril again.

We don’t have time for fucking. And certainly not for Jack to discover his sexuality.

WithmyCaden.

Who thankfully isn’t too horny to remember himself. He stands up, gives Harlow a quick kiss, and comes over to me, kicking Greg on his way when he whimpers.

“Oh, do shut up,” Caden says before looking back at me. “I’m sorry. I was just fucking with him. You know I love you, baby.”

I grunt, reluctantly letting him kiss me. God, it pisses me off so much that these three assholes get to hear and see this moment. I really want to just kill them already, and I hate every detour we take.

“I forgive you,” I say through clenched teeth. “But we really should get on with this. Or we’ll lose our chance.”

Caden winces but gives me a nod, regret passing over his face. And hell, I really should get us all back on track, but…

“One more thing,” I murmur, leaning in so only he can hear me. “I wouldn’t actually mind you fucking Jack. But only if I get to watch and… help out. Maybe someday.”

I pull back, gratified by the slack-jawed, stupid look on Caden’s face as he nods in instant agreement. I snort, patting him on the cheek, and get the knife from my belt.

“Angel, come here.”

She kisses Jack, giving him a soft smile, and comes over. I push the knife into her hand, handle first, and nod at Michael, who’s semi-conscious, his head lolling.

“Do we kill them already or do you want to play some more? You can, but you’ll have to be fast.”

She takes a bracing breath and squares her shoulders, wincing in pain. Her legs are still shaking, and she looks so pale, her lips bloodless, but her eyes burn with feral determination.

“You said to carve a message,” she says, gripping the knife tightly in her left hand. “Do you think I can do it fast enough?”

“Depends on the length.” I lean over the scum to bare his chest, which is the best canvas for bloody messages. Buttons pop as I force his shirt open, baring the T-shirt underneath. I rip it in half.

“Just one word,” Harlow says.

“Then go for it. I’ll stretch the skin for you so it’s easier. Want to fuck up the other two before you start?”

She glances at Greg and Ryan, her jaw working. A guilty look flashes over her face as she stares at the one who hasn’t raped her.Yet.And I know what she’s thinking, so I grit my teeth and do my best to ease her conscience.

“He would have raped you tonight. Just like the other two. He doesn’t deserve mercy. But if you’d rather not touch him, that’s fine with me. One of us can finish him off.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, shaking her head. “Fine. We don’t… There’s no time. Let’s just get Michael. He’s the only one I care to hurt.”

“Fair enough.”

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