Page 30 of Ghouls and Girth
“I’m totally going to hire you to dothatinstead of slap my exes from now on,” Bianca jokes with a head tilt toward Bryce’s dead body as she slings her arms over the other two’s shoulders and leads them toward the parking lot.
A cramp steals my breath.I cling to my alphas and bite my tongue in my attempt to stay quiet.Their furious rumbles loosen my bones.Khalid lifts me off my feet while Umar presses his forearm to my mouth.
“Bite me,” he commands.
I do.He groans.The world shifts in and out of focus as pain and pleasure battle within me.When the war becomes too intense, I block out my surroundings, knowing nothing will happen to me while my alphas protect me, and focus on surviving until the worst is over.
I slump into a heap of mush against Khalid’s chest and breathe.
A door shuts and locks behind us.
Soft sheets replace hard arms.
I snarl.I’m too dirty to lie in a bed that smells so delicious.My skin carries the acrid stench of fear and death while the sheets hold nothing but pure alpha pheromones.
“Shower.Now,” I demand.
Steam and slippery flesh fill me with sensual delight.As the storm within me grows, my alphas wash every inch of my body, and I explore theirs with impatient hands and mouth.
Words cease to exist.I descend into a world of sensations, each brush against my skin electric.Lava flows through my veins.Slick pours from my womb.Need throbs in my clit.
I lick, suck, and nip muscular arms and chests, my alphas similar in build but oh so different in their responses.Umar grunts and growls with a jarring, addictive rumble while Khalid purrs and coaxes with a smooth richness I’d happily drown in.Silky flesh, coarse hair, and round, flat nipples tease my lips and tickle my palms.I swirl, pluck, and flick.Taste, explore, and feast.The strength in their bunched muscles intrigues me on a basal level.
I sink into animal instincts.Nothing but my most basic senses remain.Thoughts revert to single syllables.
The sheets return.They smell divine.I bury my face into them and moan.
Not enough.
Fabric plops on top of me.A big mound.The weight is glorious, but uneven.
I flip the pile to the headboard and snarl when a crease in the sheets offends me.Deep-rooted fury streaks through me.I rip everything off until the bare mattress shows in the dim light.
With my alphas hovering nearby, I narrow my focus.Nothing exists beyond my creation.
I stack, fluff, and spread until the base resembles a massive, oblong bowl.When the pillow in my hands refuses to fit where I want it, I hiss and toss it toward the footboard.
White talons reach for it.
I snarl and launch myself through the air.With a vicious swing, I swat the encroaching hand away.
I meet Umar and his ghoul’s eyes.
“Mine,” I growl.
The dark delight swimming in his blown pupils promises retribution and praise, but he drops the pillow back where I discarded it and takes the smallest step back.
His massive cock shifts with the movement.The battering ram between his legs both excites and terrifies me.
Khalid’s stride as he approaches the bed swings his thick, heavy cock from thigh to thigh, and I want nothing more than to taste the pearly fluid dripping from his tip, but he tosses a stack of materials onto the corner of the bed, outside my oval where the mattress shows.
A low, pleased rumble rises from my depths and emerges from my chest.
Four sets of eyes roll to the back of their heads as I emit my first true omega purr.I enjoy the bliss on their expressions, but the silky fabric under my hands pulls me back to my task.
With growing urgency as the firestorm swirling within my abdomen spreads into my limbs, I build the walls of my cocoon higher before fashioning the larger flat sheets as a roof.
I crawl to the center, intending to test the overall feel of my nest, but I cry out and curl into a ball as horrible pain lances through my abdomen.Hard, masculine bodies invade my space.I hiss and fight until my mates’ scrumptious aromas fill my nostrils.
