Page 8 of Ghouls and Girth
She licks her lips and swallows.Her collarbone brushes against my knuckles.My talon slips into her bust.Soft, warm flesh pillows around the deadly sharpness.
The class shifts on their mats to a new position.My prey startles, ripping her stare away from mine and blinking at our surroundings.I give the sleeve an insistent little shake.
“Wait, can you, um…”
When she ignores the inappropriate reach of my talon and thrusts the suit lapels toward me with her dainty fingers wrapped loosely around the fabric from the inside, foreign emotions flood my shriveled heart.
“Hold these, please?”she asks.
Awe strikes me speechless.For the first time in thousands of years, I don’t mind my lame tongue.
Despite the wariness in her expression, the trust she shows me—a human flesh-eating ghoul and giant, powerful alpha—sends a heady rush of delight through me.
I slip my talon out of her bra and take the lapels from her.
With her eyes averted toward my chest and me holding my brother’s coat around her like a shield, she unbuckles her belt with efficient movements and unthreads the leather from her belt loops.
My incisors ache to sink into the upper swell of her perfect breasts.
Although her natural grace makes her motions fluid, there’s no artifice in her as she drops the belt onto the green grass and slips her arm into the sleeve.When she threads her other arm into the coat, I tug the front closed, purposefully nudging her breasts with my knuckles, and smirk as her flush deepens.
I savor the unique flavor of this cat and mouse game, relishing every moment, knowing she has no choice but to play along in reluctant acceptance as her friends watch me pretend to court her.
I button three of the front buttons, but despite her well-endowed cleavage, my brother’s suit hangs loosely around her torso.With her curves dwarfed and her hands hidden in the sleeves, her delicate features and long, shimmery hair make her look like a porcelain doll.Small.Breakable.Childish.
Unexpected mirth rises in me, the feeling so foreign I stare in disbelief for a moment before grabbing her arm.She lifts her chin in challenge, misinterpreting my gaiety for mockery, but I ignore the urge to pounce on her and instead wrap the undershirt around the small of her back.After a brief pause, she works the hem of the suit coat up, gathering the fabric over her breasts, and aims wary yet disgruntled eyes up at me.
I tie the undershirt around her waist and enjoy her shiver as my talons scrape along her exposed midriff.The coattails brush against her calves.I pull her forearms away from her chest and let the suit coat hang over top.
She may as well be wearing monk’s robes with how the clothing drapes around her.
Hiding her curves does nothing to dampen my arousal.Harder than a rock, my cock strains against the fabric of my grey sweatpants even with the athletic boxer briefs hugging my hips.Nothing will hide the obscene bulge of my partially inflated knot.White fabric tents as my robes struggle to contain my hard on.
She glances down at herself and sighs.The instructor calls out a new pose.She shrugs and tucks her hair behind her ear.
“Thanks, I—”
Shock widens her eyes as her gaze catches on my cock.
That’s right, little whore.I’m big.Too big.It’ll hurt.
And you’ll like it.Eventually.
She blinks.Her cheeks redden.For a moment, vulnerable innocence shines from her eyes, but she blinks again and peels her stare off my dick.The awe and hunger wafting from her as she studies my chest fills me with wicked pride.
She clears her throat and gathers her hair into a ponytail high on her head as she meets my eyes.
“Thank you.Are you really closing after class?”she asks.
I quirk a brow.
The band snaps.She curses.
I reach around her and close my fist over hers.Her pupils shrink in shock.Covered in my brother’s scent and surrounded by my bulk with my hand in her hair, she’s helpless as we invade her senses.
She tries to step back, but I hold firm.Her breath hitches, almost rubbing her breasts against my stomach.
“What are you doing?”she demands.
