Page 53 of Ghostly Touches

She considers my question, tilting her head to the side. I wish I could see her expression. I don’t know her well, but I am almost certain she’s trying not to grin. There may even be a playful eye rolling going on right now that I’m missing out on.

Knowing that we need to get going, I let out a sigh and force my hands away from her hips. An irrational anger whips through me as she moves. I want her to stay on my lap, her body still wrapped around me. As she moves, I suddenly understand why.

Cum leaks out around my balls and smears her thighs as she climbs back to her seat. As she opens the glove compartment to grab napkins to clean herself up, all I can think about is ramming my dick back into her to keep all of me inside. The thought of her filled with the essence of me causes the monster in me to leap for joy.

Since when did I develop a breeding kink?

Once she’s cleaned up, Willow tosses the napkins to the floor and slips on her leggings. “Alright, you mentioned food earlier. I think it’s time to find some before I die of starvation.”

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We makea quick stop at the grocery store. Willow runs in and comes out with more food than I expected.

“There are five of us to feed. And with how grumpy Viktor is and how intense Theodon can be, I’m sure having food in their stomachs will make the both of them more bearable.”

I don’t argue with that.

When we stop again to grab some Chinese food, her explanation is just as agreeable, “I don’t feel like cooking dinner, do you?”

Nope, I don’t.

After the initial discussion of Ghosts and our predicament, our conversation turns lighter. Somewhere along the journey, our hands find one another’s again. When we pull up to the house, I’m beaming ear to ear.

We climb out of the little bus and grab the groceries, the Chinese food, and the items from the apothecary from the back. As we walk towards the house nestled in a thick brush off a dead-end road, Willow stops abruptly in front of me.

“Do you hear that?”

I strain to hear whatever has caught her attention. When I hear nothing but the sounds of crickets, frogs, and cicadas, I shake my head.

“No, I don’t hear any—”

“Someone’s calling my name.”

Willow’s arms drop to her sides. The grocery bags drop to the ground, the items in them spilling everywhere. What the hell? I step up to her side and peer down into her face.

“Willow, no one is—”

Her body sways slightly as her eyes roll up in the back of her head. I place the bags in my arm on the ground before grabbing Willow’s shoulders.

“Willow!” I shake her gently, but she doesn’t respond. “Willow!”

My heart races in alarm. What’s going on? Is she sick? Is this a necromancer thing? The sound of the door opening behind me causes me to flinch. It slams shut. The sound jars Willow out of whatever trance she’s fallen under. She blinks rapidly, her swaying stops.

“About damn time you showed up!” Viktor snaps as he approaches us.

I ignore him to stare down into Willow’s face, which is twisted with confusion.

“Are you alright?”

Willow swallows as her brows come together. “Yeah, I’m fine—”

Viktor appears at our side. Before I can stop him, he grabs Willow’s wrist and yanks her into his chest. Viktor glares down at her.

“Why do Ihurt?” he snarls in her face.

Willow’s eyes begin to glow as she tries to pull her face away from his grip. Viktor raises his left hand and grabs her around the throat while his other hand drops away from her wrist. I snarl as I place my hand on his shoulder.

“Let her go, Viktor.” The voice that comes out of my mouth doesn’t sound like me at all.

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