Page 59 of Ghostly Touches

Willow moans before her eyes pop back open, and she sits up abruptly. Her lips crash against mine before she slips her tongue between them. One hand cups my cheek while the other falls just over my heart. I shudder under the contact. Beneath me her hips buck. Still, I don’t move. I don’t want to hurt her. Willow pulls away from my mouth, her eyes searching my face as she pants. Her body squeezes almost painfully around me.

“It’s like mini explosions going off, tickling my insides, and it feel fuckingfantastic,” she explains as a shiver rushes down her body. Her nipples harden as she sucks in a deep breath. “Please,move!”

Well, damn. There’s the permission I needed to hear.

While I do as requested, my progress is still slow as I slide in. Our mouths clash together again as I sink further and further into her body. She’s greedy for me. Her body accepts my massive girth with ease. As I situate myself completely inside of her, I let out a deep, heartfelt moan. I’m afraid to pull back out. I close my eyes, willing myself to last more than just one pump. But gods, does this feel so right. Her body holds mine with a punishing grip as I take a minute to catch my breath before I make a fool out of myself. After a second, I begin to rock my hips back. As I slide out of her, Willow cries out, flinching in surprise.

Tilting my head down, I looked at where we’re joined. I’m shocked to see my tail has swung around to join in on the action. The tip of it massages her clit with delicate circling. I don’t think I’m controlling this, but I certainly don’t object. When I look up, I find Willow looking down between us in amazement just before her eyes roll into the back of her head.

I can’t take it any longer.

The way her face twists up in pleasure is going to be my undoing. I move, as carefully as I can, in and out of Willow. Her slick channel gets wetter. I try to hold on as long as possible for Willow to get to where I am, and thankfully, it doesn’t take her long. Her body clamps down around me as she finds her release, and I can’t stop my orgasm from chasing hers. As we cum together, I hear a marching band playing. Fireworks are going off in my head, and time stills. I’m pretty sure if I wasn’t anchored to Willow’s body I’d be floating away.

When I come down from my release, I’m breathing so hard it’s embarrassing. I pull out of Willow and collapse on the bed beside her.

“I don’t know about you, butthat…. Well, I’m going to need more of it.” Willow giggles as she rolls to her side to look over at me.

I grin, wrap my arm around her waist and scoot her closer.

“I think this is the start of a beautiful relationship,” I tell her.

Chapter17

THEODON

The mounting issues that demand my attention are growing too great for me to shoulder.

Has fate not given me enough to handle? First with Viktor’s failing vision and sanity, then with Kwil’s partial transformation into the very thing we hunt. That should have been more than enough for one man to tackle. With the issues that come with keeping these two from our Brotherhood’s attention, I’ve gone above and beyond to protect them and to keep to our mission as Ghosts. We’ve abandoned our post, hidden and stolen from other Ghosts, and avoided any summons back to the Brotherhood’s temple. It won’t be long before they determine we’ve Fallen if they haven’t already. Once that happens, they’ll send warriors out to find and kill us. When that time comes, I’ll protect my brothers from that threat as well.

But how do I protect them from a cursed necromancer who is keeping pieces of our souls? Or from a book that demands to be used by her?

The sword at my hip bounces against my ankle as my booted feet pace back and forth in the small dining room. What am I going to do about Willow and Jonah? Those two are going to be a problem. If the sounds coming from their room last night are any indication of how they are going to act, we’re going to have to set some boundaries. We cannot fight monsters during the day and stay up all night listening to the two of them go at it like bunnies.

I’m also going to have to figure out this ache in my chest. While she and Kwil were running their errands the other evening, the pain flared back up just as painfully as it had while in the Third Realm. It’s lessened significantly since her arrival to this new safehouse, but I still feel unsettled. I know it’s because of her. This feeling, while faint, disappears the closer I am to the necromancer.

Willow is up now trying to be quiet as she rummages through the kitchen cabinets. I can hear her whispering, but I’ve tuned her out as I try to consider our next steps. But as time passes, the smell of something delicious wafts through the air. I hardly touched the dinner Kwil and Willow brought home last night, too anxious to eat. Now, my stomach is demanding whatever it is Willow is cooking up.

Hunger and curiosity win out over the need for solitude. I stop pacing and head into the kitchen.

“Yeah, he sounds like a real dick, Emma,” Willow says as she moves the large skillet off the stovetop and turns off heat.

At the same time, a timer goes off. She grabs an oven mitt, opens the oven, and pulls out a dozen perfectly cooked biscuits. After placing the tray on the counter, she pulls off and tosses the oven mitt beside it. She seems oblivious to my presence as I stand there watching her from the doorway.

“But look at where you are now and look at where he is,” she continues. I frown when I realize she’s not talking to herself. My eyes scan the room for signs of a spirit. Willow turns around as she dunks a tea bag into a cup of hot water and jumps a little when she sees me. “Oh, hey, Theo. Breakfast is ready. It’s biscuits and sausage gravy.” Before I can respond, she tilts her head and says, “No, he can’t see you.”

“One of your dead friends?” I ask with a frown.

She nods but looks off in the direction I believe the spirit is in. “No, he can’t hear you either. No, you don’t have to go!” She sighs. “Alright, we’ll talk later. Let the others know that I’ll be forcing them to cross over as soon as I get a chance today.”

“Did I scare her off?”

I fight a smile. The thought that I could scare a dead woman amuses me. What do they have to fear?

“She’s a bit self-conscious.” Willow walks over to the kitchen table with her tea in hand. Already there at the table are several sets of silverware and empty glasses. After placing her drink down, she moves over to the counter where she dishes out two plates of food. “Her death was pretty gruesome, so she’s a little hard to look at, and she knows it.”

That wipes away my amusement quickly.

“What happened?” I ask curiously as I move further into the kitchen.

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