Page 21 of Ghouls and Girth
I slice off his offending appendage before his urine soils my clothes.The severed flesh plops to the ground.Blood rains down his front.
My omega’s scent wafts from his clothes.
He touched what isn’t his.
She’s mine.She belongs to me and my brother.
My ailing brother.He needs her.
So do I.
My omega’s terrified eyes glimmer up at me as she lifts her shoulders off the ground with shaking arms.The lash marks on her shoulders, back, and ass create dark stripes on her pale skin even in the shadows.
I lift the man higher and cut off his right hand with a single savage swipe.He screams and chokes on his pain.I grab his left arm with my human hand and cleave his wrist.
He will never touch my curvy little country bumpkin ever again.
She uses the tombstone to rise to her feet.Coated in our seed and smeared with our blood, the female carrying my and my brother’s partial bond stands in all her naked glory—except for socks and a single boot—and commands my ghoul with a piercing look.
He understands her need for retribution.
With her attacker’s guilty appendages twitching on the lawn and crimson spurting from his flailing body, I spin him around to face my omega.
He calls out to her.Sobs.Begs.
She shifts her gaze to his and steps forward.Her bare breasts gleam in the faint light, and the weeping thatch of hair between her legs fills me with urgency.The sounds of her friends and family shouting from far away barely register as she reaches out to me.
My lungs seize as she wraps delicate fingers around my wrist.
Not my human wrist.The gory wrist attached to gnarled digits and lethal talons.
Evil adoration sweeps through me when she uses me as her weapon.With vicious delight, she stabs a talon into each of his eyes before stepping around him and raking all five down his back.His clothes and skin shred like paper.Muscles and tendons split.Bones chip.
She leans against my side and guides my stark white hand down his back again.
Organs burst.Blood spills.
She drives my talons between his ribs like knives.
He jerks, gurgles, and dies.
Wicked satisfaction shines from Daisy’s eyes.She ensured his death was as excruciating and humiliating as possible.
She is perfect.
Footsteps thump toward us.I drop the corpse, scoop my female off her feet, and stride deeper into the cemetery.
With the riffraff sorted and soft feminine curves pressed against my chest, the pain pulsing behind my breastbone roars to life.The teeth marks she left on my fingers stab poisoned darts into my decrepit heart.
She smells divine.If I hadn’t tucked my dick back into my pants before I left the crypt, I’d be knot deep inside her.I long to pin her to the nearest headstone and retaste the terrible grip of her pussy around my cock, but I can’t.
Umar’s growing weakness infects my soul with panic.I growl and quicken my pace up the hill toward the family tomb as my female’s friends and family find the mess we left behind.The sounds of their wailing, retching, and screaming drown out the opening and closing of the crypt door.
Standing in the stone room, I train my ears for sounds of movement.My brother’s silence is the most terrifying thing I’ve heard in millennia.Still sitting with his back propped on the wall, his blood-and-sludge-covered forms flicker in the colorful lights.
The tiny female in my arms clings to my collar and stifles a sob behind her hand.Her entire body shakes.Fresh slick gushes down my side.
Umar groans and licks his lips.His ghoul blinks white eyelashes over pinpricked pupils.
