Page 18 of Ghouls and Girth
Her hunger matches my ghoul’s.
I cram my cock into her mouth and die a million glorious deaths as I drain my balls into her tight, wet heat.
More.We need more.
My blood joins the crimson smears already in her hair when I close my fist in her locks.
The other masculine scent no longer belongs.She is mine.I will not share.She marked me.
I will rut, knot, and complete our bond.All other males are competition.It no longer matters how much history lies between my brother and me or the promises we made to each other.
Even as I mentally scream in denial at my ghoul’s betrayal, he jabs his talons through my brother’s stomach and gives a vicious twist of his wrist.
Black sludge and crimson blood erupt from the puncture wounds.The stench of alpha aggression overrides all else as we descend into madness.
Words cease to exist.Humanity cannot reach me here.The world consists only of the need to kill and claim.My ghoul’s instincts become all-encompassing until pale flesh flashes along our periphery.
We chase the naked omega and snatch her off her feet as she grabs the handle of the ornate stone door.Her scream bounces off the walls and echoes down the stairs into the crypt.We press her against the stained-glass window and wrap a human hand around her delicate throat.She bucks and writhes, rubbing her breasts and pussy against us.
It isn’t enough.
Gripping the back of her thighs with gnarled white digits and fitting the head of our dick to her entrance with ruthless human hands, we tighten our grip on her throat and tease a talon over her nipple.
Her pussy flutters around the very tip of our cock.We hiss and tilt our hips, burying another centimeter between her sopping wet folds.
The tight ring of her opening squeezes us to the point of blissful agony.Liquid fire surges from the base of our spine, bypassing our balls and knot, and spurts into her clenching hole.
Unable to resist the sweat glistening on her brow as the sconces dance through the stained-glass window, I lean down and lick her temple.
Fireworks explode along my tastebuds.Masculine and feminine pheromones invade my senses, the mixture so potent and perfect I sink into a deeper state of instincts.
I thrust my hips.Pain and pleasure roar through me as tight, wet heat envelopes the top half of my shaft.Slick and seed coat my thighs.My knot pulses.I tilt my omega’s head to the side and lean down to bite the well of her shoulder.
She jerks her leg and jackknifes against the window.
Her soul splits again as a new bond forms.
I snarl and swing my gaze to the floor.
Umar sits with his shoulder propped against the wall and his teeth in her calf muscle.
Clarity smacks me into the present.
My brother.
Shame dulls my lust as I realize how deeply I betrayed him.
I threatened to take my life if he touched the human female with The Sight only to attack him after I had my first taste of her.
My knot deflates.Slick and seed grate like coarse sand as I yank my cock out of her pussy.Her wounded sounds pique my alpha instincts, but I drop her like carrion and step away.
Umar grunts when her leg slips out of his weak grasp.He lifts unfocused eyes.
Fuck.Both his human and his ghoul lack their normal alertness.His entrails remain within his torso, but dark red liquid stains his entire lower half, and a slice on his upper arm gushes blood.
Exhaustion unlike any I’ve ever known hits me.I sway on my feet before dropping to my ass.My legs tangle with my brother’s.
Unnatural darkness creeps along the edges of my vision.I grunt and wrap my hands around whatever part of Umar is closest as my body falls limp.
