Page 26 of Ghouls and Girth
This tiny female somehow survived the chaos of All Hallows’ Eve.It’s no wonder she wanted the cemetery to stay open all night.
She thought she’d found a sanctuary.
She did, just not in the way she expected.
My brother and I will pleasure, plunder, and protect her until the end of time.She’s our omega.Our curvy country queen.Our graveyard gladiator.
Ours.
Forever.
Chapter 10
Daisy
Another wave of heat rolls up from my toes.Electricity fizzles along my nerve endings.Slippery wetness gushes down my thighs.Urgency pulses in my core.My nipples pebble.Cool air wafts over my sensitive flesh.
Hollowness plagues my insides despite the rawness between my legs.
Ants sting my back as I curl forward, the torn flesh from my stepfather’s belt ripping open again.
I use the pain to center my mind and straighten my back.Neither man looks repentant when I glare at them.
“We made you ours, little one,” Umar rumbles.
“You are omega now, and on the cusp of your first heat,” Khalid smirks.
The satisfaction on their faces pisses off the crazy lady attached to my new persona, and she leaps into control before I can stop her.
She grabs the candelabra on the corner of the table and throws it across the tomb at them.Neither dodges.It clips their shoulders before crashing through the stained-glass window.
Everything is wrong.It’s too bright.Too cold.Too loud and open.
We aren’t safe here.We need somewhere small and cozy, with nothing but soft fabric and hard male bodies surrounding me.
I shake my head and snatch the sconce off the wall.This is too much.I haven’t even processed the loss of my virginity, much less the fact two ghouls fucked me at the same time.Or the terrifying way their cocks ballooned inside me and trapped me between them.None of this is real.I must be having a super lucid nightmare.
“I’m not an animal; I don’t go into heat, and I’m not yours.”
I spit the words, but I don’t believe them.These men are woven into the very fabric of my soul.I cannot ignore their influence in my heart or the power they have over my body.
“She’s magnificent,” Mr.Swanky Grouchypants—also known as Khalid—purrs.
His deep voice vibrates all the way to my toes.I long to melt into a puddle on the floor but snarl and lift the sconce above my head, ready to chuck it at them if they step any closer.
“Yes, she is.She’s perfect,” Mr.Grunty Hunk—my personal yoga trainer by the name of Umar—rumbles as though I’m not threatening to throw a sharp, flammable item at them while naked and covered in filth.
They step forward as a united front.My hackles rise.I inch away and cock my arm back further.
A chilly draft hits my calves and works its way up my body as my heel finds a drop in the floor.I don’t dare look away from the monsters stalking me but vaguely recall a set of stone steps in the darkness.
“This is wrong,” I snarl.
White hair shifts as otherworldly heads cock to the side.
They said they were ghouls.I know absolutely nothing about them other than what’s shown in popular video games and movies and shit.These creatures are nothing like what society says, although that’s true for most paranormal beings.
Before my mind scurries off in a panic, I focus on their human faces and curl my hand so tight around the sconce the iron pierces my flesh.
