Page 125 of Grave Possession

Frank clapped me on the back, laughing.

“I’d love to,” she replied.

She’s two months into a two-year course, and I’ve never seen her more alive. The hunger for knowledge seems to be keeping her thirst for blood satiated for now. I know a day will come where the latter wins out and overcomes her, but when that moment arises, she’ll have a safe space to explore her urges as Frank slumbers comfortably in the recliner in the office. I think he and his wife view her as the child they never got to have. Their late night check-ins and dinner invites are filling Mal’s cup in a way they aren’t even aware of. They bestow all of their knowledge upon her, but also bring her cupcakes, and invite her to the flea market out of town. It’s known to have the best produce in the county. Mallory never knew her grandparents, but I think the Steins’ are filling that void. One loving gesture at a time.

There’s been no real movement on the Bellamy front. I can’t do much without a last name and Mallory’s only riding on a hunch about his involvement. I asked my newcontact in Corpsewood, the newly appointed Sgt Darley, but he’s not giving me an inch. Although, an ID for the woman Johnson brought to the cellar while holding Mallory captive was confirmed. Luci Nevermore, age twenty-seven, reported as missing by her sister. Apparently the two had just learned of each other, and were planning to meet, having been separated during their childhood. It’s really quite sad.

Mal shuts her laptop and notebooks, stacking them, then carrying them down the hall. I move along the house outside, watching her through the glass as she deposits her things onto the table in the library next to the e-reader I gifted her on her birthday. I couldn’t resist the protective sleeve for it, which I saw first, covered in bones. I knew she would love it, buying it immediately, then getting the right device to fit inside it. She scolded me, saying it would never replace her books. While that may be true, the thing doesn’t leave her purse unless it’s charging, so I know she’s using it. Especially since she’s not complaining about her books being damaged in her bag anymore.

She leaves the library, moving to our room. A smile curls my lips beneath the mask as I connect my phone to the speakers planted throughout the house. The intro to“I Was Made For Lovin’ You”by KISS starts pounding, ripping through the silence. A scream erupts from Mallory’s delicious fucking mouth as she spins toward the bedroom door.

I’m not over there, baby.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

I’m over here.

She spins to the window, hair whipping around herbeautiful face, eyes wild with fear and desire. It’s colder than a penguin’s asshole out here, but I’ll do anything to see that arousal slick up her cunt just for me.

She must only see my masked figure for a fraction of a second before I take off running. I curve around the back of the house, hitting the alarm button on the back door panel. The wailing sound cuts through the song as I keep running to the front door. I key in the code, and the door unlocks as the alarm shuts off. I know exactly where Mal is, and avoid her gaze as I crawl across the floor.

She creeps up the back stairs, her footfalls slow and cautious. The alarm has stopped but the rock music still thumps through the house. I observe her from around the corner as I crouch behind the island. She’s heading right toward me, and doesn’t even realize it.

I lunge at her, another cock throbbing scream ripping from her throat. Wrapping my hands around her thighs, I lift and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her to the couch.

I slide her pants down over the swell of her ass, palming and spanking her soft skin. She winds her hips slightly against my shoulder, seeking some pressure to quell the insistent thumping of her clit. Pulling the leggings the rest of the way off at an anticipation-building pace has her breathing my name. “Ghost,” she half-moans, half-whines. Her siren’s song infiltrating my grey matter, sinking deep, beckoning me to submit between her thighs. Fuck, I want to. But not yet.

Plunking her down onto the soft, black cushions, I start to move my body to the music. I try to be sexy, but I know she loves my playful side just as much as myravenous one. Immediately she stills, watching me with an insatiable hunger. Mallory spreads her legs, showcasing me her slick centre. Taunting me, drawing me closer.

Yeah, she loves me just the way I am. Goofy dancing and all.

Slowly, I unzip my sweater, exposing my naked chest and strong arms as I pull it off, dropping it to the floor. Mallory’s tongue slips out, tracing over her bottom lip as my tattooed hands slowly roam over my heated body. Her delicate touch lands against my abdomen, and I lay my palm over hers. Directing it down to the bulge in my grey sweatpants, she cups me, rubbing her hand up and down over my hard-on. Her fingers snake up to the drawstring, quickly pulling the bow free. I flick away her eager touch, watching as shock and annoyance war on her angelic face.

I push down the front of my pants, exposing the root of my cock as I roll my body, the adonis belt flexing each time my body writhes. She’s ensnared by me, by my body moving in a sexy, playful dance just for her.

Leaning forward, Mallory drags her tongue over my hot skin. My fingers sink into her long hair as she quickly grabs my pant legs and yanks them down.

“Hey! Wha—” My objections are abruptly cut off as her wet mouth comes down over the head of my dripping cock. “Fuckkk,” I moan. The song switches to something slower, dirtier, and Mallory leans into the rhythm, moving her mouth on my cock in strokes that follow the sound. Pulling back, she swirls her tongue around the tip like it’s a fucking ice cream cone, and my eyes cross. Slowly, she pulls down the front of her tank top, revealing her tits I want so badly to fuck, but I know what Johnson did to herso I hold myself back. Mallory’s fingers pinch and pull on her nipples, working herself up as she sinks back down, gagging on my length.

“Spread your legs,” I demand. She obliges, opening for me as wide as she can. Her hands cup and squeeze her breasts as I thrust in and out of her mouth, taking back control. She whimpers, the sound vibrating along my length, and sending me to another realm.

“Touch yourself,” I instruct. Her hand moves quickly down her body, sinking inside her warm pussy. “Slowly.” She rumbles her annoyance, knowing the feeling of her throat reverberating around me will drag me to the edge quickly.

Obeying, Mal pumps in and out of herself leisurely. “Show me.” She listens, raising her hand. Arousal coats her skin, running down to pool in her palm. I grab her wrist, hauling her to her feet. Ripping the mask from my face, I drag my tongue across her hand, lapping up her taste like a starving animal. I slip her fingers into my mouth, sucking them clean.

“Nox,” she exhales, watching me desperately. Releasing her fingers with an exaggeratedpop, I snap my hand around her neck. She gasps, throat bobbing against my skin. Pulling her lips to mine, I savour the feeling.

My phone rings from the other room, but there’s no way I’m stopping. Her eye’s dart to the side, glancing down the hall. Smirking, she rasps, “Don’t you need to get that?”

Slowly, I shake my head, “Nothing’s more important than this…than you.” I kiss her once more before shoving her back into the plush couch, dropping to my knees before her. A gasp of surprise slips out as she eats me up with her eyes, wondering what I’ll do next.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I haul her to the edge of the sofa. I splay my palms on her inner thighs, spreading her wide. I devour her with my gaze before diving in, and feasting upon her pussy like I’m trying to eat my way to her soul through her soaked cunt.

Mallory’s fingers sink into my shaggy, dark hair. Fisting tight and holding my mouth against her. “Make me cum, Ghost,” she damn near begs. I suppress the smile pulling at my skin. Does she think she’s in charge? That I won’t do whatever the fuck I want? She only gets to cum if I allow it.

I move to stand, but her grip on my hair tightens.

Just like I want.

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