Page 5 of Ghouls and Girth
A few seconds pass as the group studies me, the females in starstruck awe over my build while the males blanch in instinctual fear.Both men show their stupidity when disgust enters their eyes as they notice my attire and label me as a pansy.The older lady shifts behind her husband as though expecting him to protect her, and the redhead thrusts her breasts toward me in blatant offering while the two brunettes look ready to swoon from fear.
But not the curvy little blonde.Acute disappointment outshines the wariness in her rich brown eyes.Whereas my brother and I have irises so dark they appear black instead of brown, hers glow like pale gold in the afternoon sunlight.
Uncertainty and lust waft from her.
The delicate column of her throat shifts as she swallows.My loins tighten.
A masculine scoff sounds from the overgrown boy.
“See, I told you coming here was a waste of time.”He turns his back on me and reaches for the blonde despite the disgust twisting her face when she looks away from me to glare at him.“Let’s go, Daisy.”She steps back.He grabs her shoulder anyway.“Pops found a real good haunted house less than thirty minutes from here.We can get there before—”
She leans so his shoulder no longer blocks her view of me and pierces me with light brown irises.
“I booked a tour.”
Her feminine voice washes over my senses.Yearning fills my soul.I squash it and return her gaze.
Warmth flows through me.From afar, she’s sin incarnate.Up close, she’s ethereal.
I twist my hand around my wrist behind my back until agony streaks up my arm and sludge coats my gnarled digits.
“Unfortunately, we’ll have to reschedule,” I manage in a passably courteous tone despite the lust, fury, and pain roaring through me.
Desperation fills her honeyed orbs and tugs at heartstrings I thought dead millennia ago.She swallows, looks away, and pushes the male’s hand off her before shifting her attention to the reflection pool.
Her eyes widen and a blush deepens her rosy cheeks.I don’t need the sun’s reflection in her gorgeous light brown eyes to show me my brother’s massive frame in a low lunge pose to know where she’s looking.Her reaction says it all.
The scent of her arousal tests my control.Saliva floods my mouth and magma pulses in my balls, but I dig my talons into my blisters so hard my vision flashes white before the world settles around me again.
She clears her throat and averts her eyes from my brother, and for a few moments, she looks around the cemetery with longing.
I don’t understand the yearning in her gaze until she sneaks a glance at my ghoul through her lashes and studies the shadowed ground around the mausoleum.
“Are you the owner?”she asks.
Her discreet prodding should fill me with disdain, but my ghoul preens and leans closer, ready to fuck and devour every inch of her.
The brunette tucked against her side elbows her.
“Don’t pry, Daisy.Let’s just go,” she whispers.
Daisy gives her a squeeze and lifts her chin toward me.
“It’s okay, Gabby.This place is exactly what we were looking for.We’re safe here,” the blonde beauty declares without an ounce of doubt.
She’s a queen.Women with her curves and poise have ruled kingdoms, commanded thousands of troops, and conquered the hearts of entire nations, but none have done so while facing off with a lust-crazed ghoul.
I quirk a brow and refrain from scowling until the overgrown man-child scoffs.She gives him a withering glare before spotlighting me with her gorgeous brown eyes.
“If you aren’t the owner, then you must be a co-owner, and the man on the orange yoga mat is your partner,” she decides.
I grind my teeth and swallow the excess saliva flooding my mouth.She sees too much but keeps her knowledge of what we are to herself, proving her sharp insight and quick wit.A female with The Sight wouldn’t have survived into adulthood if she wasn’t smart, but watching the calculation in her eyes makes my hard cock throb with the need to tame her.
“Daisy, stop pestering the man and get in the truck,” the flabby male past his prime demands.
My female shrinks in instinctual fear as horrible memories lurk in her eyes.Possessive fury swells through me and every muscle in my body primes for violence, but I mentally snarl at myself.She is not mine.She cannot be mine.
My brother comes first.Always.
