Page 10 of Twisted Solstice

“Have you?”

He nodded as he tugged on my nipple. “Yes. You see us as ghosts and we’ve introduced ourselves as such to keep you from running from us, but we’re not.”

Shock spiked within me then dissipated. “What are you?”

He grinned. “Death.” He kissed me again, this time tugging my body over his. I straddled his lap and felt the probing tip of his cock tap my clit. “Mostly your protector. I’ll explain later. For now...” He fit the head of his erection at my entrance then eased into me. “Better than a wet dream.”

He filled me to the point of pain, and I relished it. Nothing had ever felt as good or as sinful. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave a tentative roll my hips. Sparks of pleasure shot through me, lighting me on fire. Gaspar grabbed my ass, guiding me over him as we rocked to this sweet sensual beat. The contrast of how he held me compared to who and what he was hadn’t been lost to me. He could defile me in the most debauched ways, and I’m sure I’d allow it.

Gaspar shattered my walls.

He bent his head and licked the side of my neck. His groan of approval turned me on more. I fluttered around his intrusion and he dug his nails into my flesh. The added pinch of pain tossed me closer to my release.

“So tight.” He kissed me again. “You were made for us. All of us.” His pace quickened. He rolled us so he took me from behind. The animalistic sounds he made while fucking me were heady, leaving me dizzy with desire.

“Gaspar,” I moaned.

He fisted my hair with one hand while wrapping his arm around me. The minute his fingertips grazed my clit, I was flying. My orgasm was powerful, stealing my ability to scream or even breath. Gaspar had been unrelenting. He continued to manipulate my clit while he thrust, each shift of his hips stronger than the last. Death by sex was sounding better and better. He hit all the right spots inside of me, tapping on my sweet spot until I came apart in his arms once more.

Still, he didn't relent.

The man was a marathoner, not a sprinter if you know what I mean.

Harsh pants and groans along with the beat of drums drew my attention away from Gaspar. It only took me a second to realize we weren’t alone any longer. I opened my eyes and found myself back in the canyon, Gaspar still fucking me. Long shadows were cast against the dirt hillside from the fire burning in the pit in the middle of the open area. They each moved as though they were in caught up in a demonic dance I’d never seen before. To my left, Kael fucked Ember. Their bodies rocked together to the hedonistic beat of the drums. They were slipping along the ground through something I couldn’t see. It covered their body in dark lines and painted handprints. Kael hunched into Ember, his shortened strokes turned more desperate by the second. I’d been captivated by their little show, waiting on bated breath to see who would lose control first.

They licked at each other’s fingers then dipped them into this sloppy rivulet of liquid once more. I followed the path back to a slab of mud turned into an altar. Upon it, Paul. His eyes were open and unseeing. His face was pale. His blood flowed from a hole in his neck at a slow sticky pace down to where Ember and Kael were.

A scream of terror lodged in my throat.

“None of that now.” Gaspar turned my face to his, and he kissed me again.

I fell back into him. When I opened my eyes once more, we were back in his room. I clutched at the blanket below me. All of the terror was gone, replaced by this overwhelming lust and pleasure. I lowered myself unable to hold myself up. The change in position sent him deeper, touching me in places that left me bewildered and aroused.

Gaspar followed me down. His breath fanned against my cheek. “You’re ours, Simone.”

He bit into the juncture of my neck and shoulder and flexed within me, holding himself deep. I felt each throb of his release and cried out with pleasure as I climaxed once more. I should have been freaked out. I should have been horrified by what I’d seen. My friend was killed, sacrificed, and all I could think about was fucking Gaspar again or watching Ember and Kael. Hell, maybe joining them too? I’d also been so content, I curl up in Gaspar’s arms and fell asleep. Fuck the experiments and everything else. I wanted to stay with him.

“You don’t know it yet, my treat. But, you’re going to be someone and we’re going to be at your side, forever.”

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Beep, beep, beep!

I jolted upright and groaned. Where the fuck was I? Who set a fucking alarm? I cracked open my eyes.Home.How the fuck had I gotten there? I switched off my alarm then stretched.What the fuck happened last night?Pushing back the covers, I glanced down at myself and frowned.Pajamas? When did I... What the fuck is going on?

A soft knock came at my door before my mother eased inside. “You’re awake.” She let out a sigh and sat down on the side of my bed. “You had me so worried last night.”

“Last night?” I couldn’t remember anything.

“You came home, said you needed a shower and something about you slipped and fell. Hit your head.”

Hit my head.What?“Oh.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I guess okay.” My head didn’t hurt. Actually, nothing hurt. It was as if I laid down last night and fell asleep. “Where’s my stuff?”

“Downstairs. You said you put it in your office because no one could touch your evidence. You sounded a bit crazed.” She patted my hand. “Did you find what you were looking for up there in the canyon?”

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