Page 57 of Nothing to Fear
Those words. They’ve been said to me before. But not by my masked stranger.
Without thinking, I turn out of his arms and bolt. The wind howls in displeasure as I put space between us. The masked man laughs maniacally, the sinister roar of someone who isn’t displeased at all; in fact, it seems running was far more dangerous than staying. Fear drags me under as I run, pumping my arms at my sides, my legs putting more and more distance between us. I duck around a large mausoleum, weaving in between stone tombstones.
Leaves rustle from heavy footsteps behind me, the wind picking them up, causing them to dance in the air around me. Chills run down my spine as I jump over a fallen tree limb, hearing the footfalls reaching closer and closer. “Fuck!” I say as I run faster, darting in between a large tree and a tall angel tombstone. I rest quietly against it, controlling my breathing and listening.
“You’re mine. You feel it. There’s never been anything truer. You’re mine, Silas Blackwood, and I’m yours.” His voice is coming closer now, and my eyes dart around in the darkness, looking for a better hiding spot. I need to get back to the first mausoleum, and then I can get inside the archives.
Eerie silence surrounds me as I hold my breath, waiting to hear his heavy footsteps over the dry autumn leaves. When nothing happens for a solid minute, I take a single step forward, my eyes flicking through the night, looking for any hint of glowing green.
Before I can react, a hand slaps over my mouth from behind me, pulling me back flush against him, pressing his hard length against my ass. Arousal zips up my spine and sends tingles throughout my body. My cock thickens, even though it shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want this. I can’t want this.
“I told you, you’re mine, Silas, and now I’m going to prove it. Your body knows it. I know it. Let me taste your fear and take it all away until there’s nothing left.” His breath is hot against my skin through the mask, and it feels . . . good. Instead of fighting him further, I fucking melt against him.
I melt.
As if I’m home.
“That’s it. You know you want this, don’t fight it. Let me have what belongs to me. Let me give you what’s only yours.”
He moves quickly, pushing me against the tree, hands diving beneath my shirt. His gloved hands are warm against my cool skin, heating me immediately. Those glowing green features stare back at me, his head cocked to the side as if he’s studying me, making note of every reaction I have to his touch.
My hands stay rooted at my sides as he explores the expanse of my abdomen and chest, moving his hands lower down until he reaches my jeans.
I don’t stop him when his deftly talented fingers flick open the button.
I don’t protest when he slides down the zipper.
I don’t object when he pushes them down my thighs.
And I certainly don’t fight when he takes my hard,thick cock in the palm of his gloved hand, stroking it firmly from root to tip.
“Ohh, god.”
“That’s right. Such a good boy for me. I know how you like my touch. Who are you dripping for, Silas? Who makes you this hard and desperate?”
“You.”
“Who makes you whimper and beg?”
“Only you.”
“And who am I?”
“Fuck, I don’t?—”
“Yes. You do. Who am I?”
Familiarity washes over me, the first Fright Night with my masked stranger blending with the man I’ve fallen in love with. He’s the same. Of course he’s the same. I felt it all along, and it makes so much sense now. The comfort. The ease. The inexplicable way my body craves being close to him. The way my eyes always seek him out. Of course it’s Asher. We’re two halves of one whole.
“Asher!”
“That’s right. Only ever me. You belong to me.”
Long, green skeleton fingers stroke up and down as I stand there, pressed by his forearm against the hard bark of the decaying oak tree. It feels so good, and my hips buck forward into his grasp uncontrollably, chasing the feeling.
He releases me, and I fucking whine like a desperate man who’s never been touched before. I watch as he works his jeans down, his thick, familiar length popping free, the head engorged. His hand roughly strokes it, the light on his fingers causing a bead of fresh precum to glisten, making my mouth water.
He moves closer to me, his hips so close to mine as he rubshis hard cock against my own. My eyes roll to the back of my skull as his soft skin meets mine.
