Page 25 of Ghouls and Girth
“Our mate,” I murmur with a nip to the edge of the savaged flesh on her shoulder.Our marks will never fade from her flesh.In a few years, her body will bear a roadmap of our faithfulness.My brother and I will cover her in claiming marks.
She’ll writhe in ecstasy with every new bite.
“Ours.Forever,” Khalid promises against her nape.Her gasp as he licks the thin, jagged scar across her upper back tests my control.
She wriggles only to freeze when our hard cocks pulse and leak on her back and stomach.
“Wait, I still don’t know your names, and I think I might honestly die if you shove those things inside me again.Virgin, remember?”
Although lust thickens her voice, the edge of panic in her tone cools my ardor enough to rein in the hungry beast ready to pounce on our delicious, vulnerable omega.
“I am Umar.He is Khalid.You will not die.Ever,” I vow with a swirl of my tongue over her collarbone.
Goosebumps rise on her flesh.Liquid fire leaks from my cock.Honey drips from her swollen pussy.
“Wait, what?You’re kidding, right?”she exclaims.Her nails dig into my stomach as she tries to push off my chest.
I growl.Khalid plasters his front to her back and sandwiches her between us.
“He is not.Your life is tied to ours now.We are ghouls.We will roam the earth forever,” my brother says.
Her heart pounds against my chest.
“This is too much.Let me go,” she demands.
Her wriggling pulls a groan from us all.
“Never,” I snarl against her lips.
She breathes in great, shuddering gasps and shakes her head, brushing her mouth over mine.Tears glisten in her eyes.
“This was too much an hour ago.Get off me.Now,” she hisses.
“We can’t, little queen.You are too sweet,” Khalid murmurs against the scar on her shoulder blade.
Icy fury blasts from her, knocking the wind out of me and scrambling my mind.The agony flooding our bond steals every ounce of warmth from my body.My talons and fingers clutch at my chest as a tortured groan leaks from my marrow.
When my senses return, soft, warm, feminine curves no longer fill my arms.I groan and reach for our omega, but grab hard masculine muscles instead.
My brother and I snarl in unison.As the haze clears from our vision, we swing furious eyes toward our female.
She stands with her shoulders hunched forward and an arm wrapped around her midsection as she braces her hip and palm against the ritual table.
We rise, more united than ever before, and square off with our temperamental female.
She cries out and curls forward.Slick splatters onto the floor.Her lilac-scented pheromones blast through my skull.My gums ache and knot throbs.
“What have you done to me?”she gasps.
Fuck.
Omegas go into heat during their holiday.All Hallows’ Eve began several hours ago.
We turned her when the veil between realms is at its thinnest.
She has The Sight.Everything snaps into place when I recall her dismay when she spoke of the cemetery closing after yoga class.My brother and I maintain a paranormal-free sixty-four-acre lot.Any creature fromThe Knottiversefinds themselves at Sathanas’ nonexistent mercy the moment they cross into our domain.Human spirits belonging to the deceased meet the same end.
We are ghouls.Ferrying souls to The Keeper of Halloween was our only purpose until we captured this tiny female and made her our own.
