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So I do what any insane boyfriend does for his even more insane girlfriend. My “no” becomes a “yes,” and I hurry to her and push her onto her back. My lips trail down her neck and over her perfect breasts. Fur tickles my nose, but I ignore it and pretend it’s anything other than what it is. I inch down her body until I’m between her legs, and the undergarment is even more horrifying up close. It’s not even good taxidermy. It’s a horror scene between her silky thighs.
“Couldn’t we take these off and?—”
“No, Dalton! Just eat me out!”
The woman has spoken.
My finger strokes the brown brindled coat as I grip the crotch of her underwear and pull it aside. The rat head flops to the side, its eyes meeting mine as I bring my chin to her slit. Eating out Rayna to the glowering and judgmental stare of a dead rodent wasn’t on our adventure list, but I drop my gaze to what I really want and get to eating.
My tongue swipes her clit and electrifies her upper body. Her back rises off the bed, and her hands disappear in my hair as I devour her until she’s screaming my name into the abyss. Her hips move against me, grinding and circling as she chases her pleasure. The corner of the bed knocks against the wardrobe, and it kicks open. Clothes tumble from inside. I’ll have to clean that up later, once Rayna has finished soaking my face.
“I’m going to come, Dalton,” she pants as her spine curves and her abdomen draws tight. Her thighs shake against the sides of my head.
“Come, bones,” I growl against her slit.
And she does. She absolutely shatters the earth around us as she crests the most delicious peak I’ve created for her. All I know is she soaks my chin with her pleasure, and I love how she tastes. I climb up her body from between her legs and kiss her, letting her taste how sinfully delicious she is.
“You feeling a little better now?” I ask with a smirk.
She sighs against my lips and smiles up at me. “Yes. Now let’s go fuck some shit up and take back our son.”
Chapter Thirteen
Rayna
The sun sinks behind the trees as we exit the truck. Dalton did an excellent job of hiding it again, but I have a feeling they know where we are at all times. This nagging feeling of being watched follows me at every turn, and I wouldn’t put it past them to have the entire town under surveillance.
“Do you think we should strip again?” I whisper. “If they’re watching us move around town, that might help us conceal ourselves.”
Dalton shakes his head. “Let them think we’ve let our guard down. Let them get cocky. If we need to whip out some dick and tits, we’ll do it, but let’s let them think they’re safe for now.”
I nod and keep walking beside him.
When we reach the end of the street, the carousel comes into view. I’m secretly happy to see that the horses were spared the worst of the flames, but I don’t think they’ll have it up and running anytime soon. Black char marks darken what remains of the canopy, and the entire center has been reduced to broken glass, melted plastic, and ruined machinery.
“I suppose the old woman is having dinner with them,” I say with a shudder. “Three generations of complete nonsense for brains.”
“Yet another reason I’m so glad we’re both on the same page about no kids in our future. I have a feeling mixing our genetics could result in a similar outcome.”
“I like taxidermy and dead shit. You like blood and murder. These are normal things to enjoy, Dalton. But we haven’t wiped an entire town from the map or kidnapped . . . Well, I guess we technically kidnapped?—”
“Exactly,” he says, and I drop the topic, because fucking yikes.
Dalton turns us down another side street, and I’m glad he’s handling the directions. I’m navigationally impaired—the very definition of passenger princess, if you will. If I’d been tasked with getting us back to their main house, we’d have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque for sure. But like a scent hound on a trail, he leads us exactly where we need to go.
A few turns later, the large house looms in the distance, its bone wind chime clinking in the light breeze. At our walking pace, I have more time to notice other details, like the smiling carved pumpkins set along the railing. Flames flicker behind their open eyes.
“Should we knock on the door and say, ‘Trick or treat!’? Or is that too much?” I whisper.
Dalton stops and pulls me into some bushes along a fence next door to our target. “Before we do this, I want you to promise me something. If they catch me, you have to let me go. You have to get out of here. Understood?”
I roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest, but he keeps staring at me, waiting for a response. “Oh, you’re serious? Well, fuck that. If you get caught, I’ll set you free.”
“Bones—”
“I didn’t mince words, dude. I’m not leaving you here.”
“Rayna.”
