Page 9 of Ghouls and Girth
I grunt, push her hands away, and fashion her hair into two intertwined twists, using tension to secure them in a simple updo.Every cell in my body resists, but I step away from her and cross my arms over my chest as she inspects my work with trembling fingers.
“A warning would be nice next time, but I guess I owe you another thank you,” she says.
I lift my chin in acknowledgment before turning my attention to her friends.In my periphery, her eyes flash with emotion.
Is my little bitch jealous?Her scent coats my tongue.I long to tame her with my mouth.
She gives a barely audible huff before lowering herself to her mat, yanking her boots off her feet, and placing them neatly at the foot of her mat.
“You didn’t answer my question,” she says.
Although close, her attempt to mimic the yoga pose doesn’t engage the proper muscles, so I squat and correct her posture with one hand on her shoulder and another on her back.
I will never tire of her wide, expressive eyes.She’ll look better with tears running down her face and erotic pain twisting her features as I bury my cock deep into her body.
Yoga class needs to end so I can haul her away from prying eyes and lure my brother into wrecking her with me.He must have told her we were closing to make her leave, but here she is, wearing his clothes and accepting my touch.
I’ll do whatever it takes to rut, knot, and mark her.She will fix my broken bond and save my brother from despair.
The little whore is doomed.
She’ll never escape.
Chapter 4
Daisy
I’ve lost my fucking mind.I should rip the decadent smelling clothes off my body, shove my feet into my boots, and hightail it to the car as fast as possible now that I know the haven isn’t as safe as I imagined.
I don’t know what kind of monsters these two brothers—because there’s no way they aren’t blood related—are, but I do know neither of them have good intentions toward me.The first scowls at me with his bare chest gleaming in the evening sun while the second studies me with brutal desires lurking in both sets of his eyes as he touches me under the guise of correcting my posture.
I don’t know either of their names.The first spoke with smooth elegance while the brute manhandling me grunts and gestures like a caveman.
What if they are cavemen?By the broad range of colors in their auras and the depths of ancient knowledge in their dual eyes, they’ve seen innumerable treasures and countless horrors in their lives.
They don’t look like cavemen, though.No big, flat foreheads or fat lower jaws, and the massive skeletal creatures hidden within their human forms are unlike anything I’ve seen before.
Mr.Grunty Hunk wraps his hand around my forearm and shifts my palm closer to the edge of the mat.White talons and gnarled digits trail up my arm.
Maybe they’re undead giants.His knuckles cover over three-quarters of my forearm.He’s enormous.
He’s enormouseverywhere.
Nervous sweat gathers on my nape as his massive cock brushes against my side as he leans over to adjust my other arm.
That thing needs its own zip code.
A low, silent vibration rumbles deep into my marrow as hair whiter than paper curtains around my head and shoulders.
His scent breaks through the maddeningly delicious aroma wafting from Mr.Swanky Grouchypants’s clothes.In a weird twist of fate, the monster sneaking a feel of my hip and skimming his hand up my arm smells of old books and leather while his brother smells of citrus and mint.
The scents shouldn’t mix well, but I yearn to bury my face in the makers of both and drown in olfactory delight.
I clear my throat only to squeak in alarm when he snakes his thick hand between my legs, grabs my thigh, and lifts my knee off the mat, straightening my leg and extending my heel higher than my head.With breathtaking ease, he does the same to my opposite arm, cupping my elbow and pulling my hand off the mat.
My core clenches and abs strain as I struggle to balance in his relentless grip.
His low rumble and demeaningtskarrow straight to my womb and heart.I cease breathing when he skims his callused hand down my forearm and uncurls my fist.He caresses my fingers as though he has every right.Wickedly sharp talons skim over my delicate flesh.
