Page 3 of Ghouls and Girth
Ice and fire war through my veins.A sense of impending doom rises up from my depths while lust throbs low in my belly.
I should run, but I can’t look away from their doubled forms.
They caught me.I’m trapped.
Part of me doesn’t want to run.
I’m so fucked.
Chapter 2
Khalid
The curvy blonde locks eyes with my ghoul form, and for a terrible moment, I can’t force myself to look away.Hunger rips through me.
Not my ghoul’s constant yearning for dead human flesh, but something much more visceral and primal.
He doesn’t want to feed.He wants to fuck.
So does my human disguise.
My cock hardens in my trousers and tents my robes.
Fuck.She has The Sight.
A low growl rumbles from beside me.My brother steps forward.I bar him with my human arm and dig my talons into his ghoul’s concave stomach.
“Mine,” he snarls.
I yank my gaze away from the gorgeous blonde’s wide-eyed stare and study my brother’s face.
Terror sweeps down my spine.His human eyes gleam with icy demand while his ghoul orbs shine with bottomless hunger.The feral glint in both sets edges me toward my own mania.
He will never return if he spirals again.
“No,” I growl.
He bares his teeth and snarls.
I grab his wrist.The watch on his human arm covers the oozing wound on his ghoul form.
Our original curse.
Caused by his gluttony.Cast by the witch he killed in his mania.
Doomed to roam the earth forever.Never satisfied.Always hungry.Tied to The Keeper of Halloween, Sathanas, and his insatiable need for power.Ferrying souls to his kingdom inThe Knottiverseas we dine on their corpses.
I squeeze my brother’s wrist.Black sludge bursts from his bubbled white flesh and agony twists his accursed features.Pain pulses through my arm from my linked curse mark.
“No, Umar.She is not yours,” I growl.
He scowls.Cocks his head.Quirks a brow.
“Ours,” he demands.
I twist his wrist.Inky goop drips onto the mausoleum’s threshold.
“No.I will send her away,” I say.
