Page 13 of Ghostly Touches

She’s just had sex with a monster. A fuckingmonster.

Not only have I broken my vow of celibacy, I just had sex with a woman who would never have said yes to me if she could see what I’d hidden from sight.

I get off the bed quickly, tucking in my dick as I move towards the window. What the fuck was I thinking? What am I doing in here? Why would I do this to this woman? And damn it, why are my fingers that have been shoved up Willow’s pussy and coated with my own seed in my mouth? I’m disgusted that I’mnotdisgusted about how good she and I taste on my tongue.

Willow turns her head to look at me, her eyelids half shut. Her smile is that of a woman utterly satisfied.

“That was even better than any fantasy I could have conjured.”

I say nothing. I’m torn between horror that I couldn’t control my baser needs and stupidly proud I’ve worn her out. Hating myself, I do the only thing I can do now.

I leave out the window.

Chapter5

THEODON

“Good morning! I hope you like cinnamon buns, eggs, bacon, and grits!”

I stop in the threshold of the kitchen and stare at the woman preparing breakfast. Humming and dancing to the beat of her own tune, Willow seems to be having the time of her life. As she spins towards the other end of the counter, she throws me a warm smile.

“How’s it going with your friend up there? Figured out the curse that put him in that state?” Willow asks as she whisks something in a bowl.

“I managed to figure out a few phrases here and there but nothing that will help us.” I reply as she waves me over to the kitchen table. “It’s Viktor who knows his way around magic and spells, not me. Hopefully, he’s found something that will help us uncurse him.”

I’m thankful that my empty stomach has brought me down to enjoy this delightful scene before me. As she nods and turns away from me, I take note of her appearance this morning. Willow’s short pajama bottoms hardly cover her. I catch sight of her bottom jiggling as she dances. Her breasts bounce right along with the rest of her. Her long, wild curls that hang halfway down her back seem to move even when Willow comes to a stop by the stove to push the eggs around.

There’s also a wild energy around her. Just being near the necromancer gives me a strange jolt of life. It’s as if my spirit has been slumbering, and she has poked it awake. Her power crackles around her with so much vitality that the sound is almost audible. When she stepped into the family room last night, I marveled at how clearly I could feel her power. I’ve only come across one other necromancer before, but their power was nothing compared to Willow’s. What is the difference between the two?

Well, their appearance for one. Willow can’t possibly be older than twenty-five. And her sunny disposition for another. The other necromancer had been an older man, grumpy and ready to leap to the other side at any moment. Willow’s company is much more preferable thanthatnecromancer.

“As for breakfast, I haven’t had anything other than gruel and freeze-dried meals for years, so all of that sounds like a feast for a king,” I tell her as I sit down.

“What? That sounds terrible. Why don’t you demand better food?” she asks at the stove.

“We’re to fend for ourselves when we’re working.”

“Working?” She snorts in the most unladylike fashion. How very unbecoming. “If by working you mean slaying monsters, sure okay. You’d think that since you do all of that, whoever sends you out would take care of you.”

“The Ghost Brotherhood provides us with the freeze-dried meals at our annual check-ins. That way we don’t have to spend all our time hunting for food rather than doing our jobs.”

Well, they used to. We haven’t gone for an annual check-up in several decades.

Willow opens up the oven and pulls out the cinnamon buns. My mouth waters as she sets them on the counter and pulls a bowl closer to her. With a spatula in hand, she scoops up some icing and slathers it over each bun.

“The Brotherhood, huh? Sounds fascinating. Tell me about them?”

I shake my head when she looks at me over her shoulder.

“No. We are asecretsociety for a reason. Giving you details about the Brotherhood will only provoke more questions that I’m not allowed to answer.”

Her bottom lip juts out for a moment before she turns back to icing her buns.

“Can you tell me why the Brotherhood has to be a secret? Why become myths instead of letting the world know about what you guys do?”

My eyes trail over her hips and exposed legs. I shift in my chair as my dick stirs. Swallowing hard, I think about her question.

“The creatures we kill sense and feed off fear. Because we do our job well, people no longer have a reason to believe monsters exist. Therefore, there is no fear of them should they make it over from their world to this one. And if there are no monsters, then there is no reason for a Brotherhood of Ghosts to exist. If the world remembers we are real, they’ll remember monsters are real.”

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