Page 4 of Ghouls and Girth
Fury blows his ghoul’s pupils and flushes his human face.I lift a long, razor-sharp talon to my throat.
I would rather lose my human form and wander as a mindless ghoul for eternity than watch him descend into madness again.
“Choose, brother.Me or a female who will die.”
It isn’t a choice, not really, but he is the only one who can decide.
His pupils shrink, leaving pinpricks of black in his eerily white visage.Centuries of misery shimmer in his dark brown irises as his human face pales.
Although a dozen instances seem scant against the millennia since the witch cast her curse, each time my brother loses himself to his ghoul, he returns more feral.The last time was six hundred years ago when we found a rare fully grown human female with The Sight.She died with his teeth in her throat.Although he regained consciousness, his ability to speak never returned.
He will not recover from another bout into mania.
I would rather die than roam alone again.
He closes his eyes and takes a long, deep inhale before cupping my cursed wrist as his answer.I nod my understanding and slip my hand over his nape, smearing black sludge over his white robes.He leans forward.I press my forehead to his in silent support.
Less than three seconds later, we pull apart and head in separate directions; my brother toward the yoga class surrounding the viewing pool and me toward the parking lot.
A breeze ruffles my hair.The most delicious scent fills my nostrils.
Herscent.Like lilacs and raw sex, her natural perfume punches through me so hard I stumble.
My brother’s low moan rumbles through me.I lift my head and suck down an addictive lungful as the female bounces toward her friends.
Her tits and ass jiggle in a mouthwatering display as her tight shirt and even tighter jean shorts struggle to contain her curves.She’s the perfect ratios of tits, ass, and legs.
A lifted truck with ugly-ass wheels drowns out the clicking of her bootheels against the pavers.My brother’s hungry visage reflects off the gleaming red metal as he stands frozen mid-step, torn between joining the yoga class or following the heady scent of ripe female.
Umar turns on silent sneakers and stalks back into the mausoleum.
I uncurl my fists and force my hands to hang loose at my sides as I step forward.
The blonde hugs her friends and gives the truck a scathing glance.I step off the curb and dip my fingertips into the fountain as I pass, using the cool water to ground me in the present.No longer are my brother and I forced to lurk in the shadows.We have found a balance that allows us to blend into society.
The truck swings into the corner of the lot, taking up three parking spaces.A muscular male about the age of the blonde emerges from the backseat.I hate him on sight, but his mannerisms seal the deal.
“What the hell, Daisy?You scared the shit out of us,” the egotistical jerk says as he stomps toward the blonde.
She evades his reach by twisting around her brunette companion and leaning into the backseat to tug another woman out of the vehicle.
I step onto the sidewalk, but the meathead is too focused on the blonde to notice me.He also misses the stiffening of her friends’ shoulders as I draw near.The truck doors open and close as I angle my shadow to fall over the man-child.
Whether he is her lover or not is inconsequential since she cannot be mine, but my ghoul snarls as the scent of her flesh wafts from his hand.
Footsteps scuff closer as the couple who exited the truck cross the parking lot.
The boy finally wises up and stiffens.I enjoy the widening of his eyes as he turns and takes in my size.
Even without my extra bulk, I could destroy him in the blink of an eye.
Living flesh does not appeal to my ghoul, but savage delight pulses down his spine at the thought of tearing this lowlife to pieces and consuming him bite by bite as the light fades from his eyes.
The blonde—Daisy he called her—pivots as she settles the friend she just pulled from the backseat of the car against her side.
My cock jerks inside the confines of my trousers as she sucks in a startled breath.Her breasts threaten to spill from her top at the movement.I clear my throat and clasp my cursed wrist at the small of my back, using the pain to keep my ghoul in check.My suit coat strains at the shoulder seams.
“Pardon the interruption,” I say.“I apologize, but we’re closing soon,” I lie.
