Page 80 of Haunted Hearts

“I mean, you did leave behind a couple dozen bodies in Everlast,” Jonah points out.

Willow pauses before she grumbles, “Well they deserved it.”

She’s not wrong, I note as I pile my plate full of food. Willow’s hand slides further up my thigh. I pause as I reach for my fork. My jaw clamps shut as two of her fingers walk further up.

“Wait, you just told us you wanted us to bring back Fulton. How do we do that without outright killing him?” Theodon frowns.

You will figure it out.Death assures us.I managed to bring you here without laying a hand on you, didn’t I?

Theodon grimaces and turns his attention back to his plate full of food.

The second rule is you can’t be seen, Death continues after taking a bite of something.

“Why not?” Jonah asks, his cheeks full like a chipmunk’s.

Brock, care to explain?

“What happens after you die is supposed to remain a mystery.” Brock pats his mouth with his napkin. “Different cultures believe in different things that happen to a person after you die. If someone realizes you’re a spirit, it might completely upend their entire belief system. It’s not our place to disrupt an entire culture.”

Willow’s hand finds my erection and strokes it through the fabric. I choke on my bite of bread. Swiftly, her fingers pull my erection free from my pants and, with a feather soft touch, Willow begins to stroke me. I swallow hard, hoping to hell no one can tell what Willow is up to.

“As spirits we won’t be seen unless we wantto be seen,” Brock continues. “But while we can’t be seen, we can be felt.”

“Like when I get the chills for no reason?” Jonah asks him. At Brock’s nod, Jonah’s face twists in horror. “Well,that’screepy.”

I stop paying attention. Willow’s soft touch as she captured my erection has grown firm, her pace swift and steady. Trying to be as casual as possible, I glance around the table to make sure no one can tell Willow’s moving her arm. Thankfully, everyone’s attention is on Death. My hand shakes as her thumb slides over the slit at the head of my dick where a bead of precum has gathered. Then her hand disappears.

I let out a shaky breath before shooting her a dark glare, promising retribution later on. My gaze freezes, however, as I watch Willow reach up and place her thumb in her mouth. Our eyes lock as she takes her time sucking the digit before pulling it free.

Oh, fuck me.

Then, just as swiftly and discreetly, Willow’s hand is back on my erection without anyone the wiser. This time her hand moves faster, with purpose and determination. It takes everything in my power to lower my fork, stab the green beans on my plate, and bring them to my mouth. I can’t chew. Willow has found the perfect rhythm. At this rate, I could—

Willow will be able to transport you wherever you need to go once she gets the hang of traveling through the Veil. In the meantime, Brock can manage it.

“Fine by me,” Willow shrugs before forking a bite of dinner into her mouth.

I catch Theodon’s frown before my eyes flutter down to my plate. My breathing is becoming ragged. I’m fighting not to blow in Willow’s hand, but this is a losing battle. Shifting in my seat, I lean forward and brace my elbows at the table.

I think that covers most of the important things. Of course, I don’t have to remind you all to be careful as you seek the warlock.His gaze sweeps over the table as the room grows cold.

“Of course not.” Kwil’s jaw ticks. “I think dying once is a nice reminder of why we should remain cautious.”

Death replies to my brother but I’m too far gone to give a rat’s ass about anything. Willow’s hand slides up and down, holding me with such possessiveness that one would think she owned me.

They’d be right of course, but still…

With a show of casualness that I don’t feel, I grab my napkin off the table and throw it into my lap as my balls tense. My release hits me like a freight train. My teeth slam together as I breathe through my nose and stare down at my meal. Willow’s hand never stops moving, making sure to coax every drop out of me.

By the time I’m done cumming, the topic of conversation has shifted. Willow pulls her hand away and I, as discreetly as possible, clean the mess up in my lap. When I’m done, I look up in time to catch Kwil’s knowing gaze. He smirks before turning his attention to Willow.

Thankfully, no one else seems to notice my indiscretion.

I shoot a final look at Willow, who studiously ignores me as she eats.

“I suggest we start looking for Fulton first thing tomorrow. Knowing exactly what he’s up to will help us get an edge over him,” Theo declares solemnly.

Brock nods, “We can scry for him first. Once we get a feel for his surroundings, I’ll find us a spot that will be safe for all of us to billow to.”

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