The vibe on the first floor is nothing like downstairs. The music is muffled, and everywhere I look, people are making out, touching, grinding. A nurse who looks an awful lot like Caroline is pinned against the wall by a vampire, his fangs grazing her neck. Two mummies are wrapped up in each other on a couch.
If I weren’t walking here with Josh, I’d run the other way in a heartbeat.
The wood creaks under our feet as we take another set of stairs. The higher we go, the fewer people there are, until the music is nothing but a dull thrum. I wonder who actually lives here, and if they know what kind of party they’re hosting. Or maybe the stories are true, and a ghost is the only occupant.
“Let’s see if we can go any higher,” Josh says, his hand still clasping mine. “The view from the attic has to be great.”
“There’s a hatch,” I say, pointing at a square panel in the ceiling. “But I don’t think?—”
“Perfect.”
He grabs the handle, and the panel drops open, revealing a wooden ladder that leads up into a dark space.
“What if we’re not allowed?”
Josh flashes a mischievous grin. “We probably aren’t.”
He climbs the ladder with his devil tail swishing behind him and his horns scraping the low ceiling. At the top, he pulls himself up and reaches down to offer me a hand.
I hesitate for a second. Do we really need to go all the way up? There are plenty of empty rooms we could sneak into. But when I see the gleam in his eyes and the smile tugging at his lips, all doubt evaporates. I grab his hand and let him hoist me up, my wings dragging along the wooden rungs.
The attic is stuffed with boxes and old furniture, and the air is dusty, but Josh was right. The view from the big oval window is incredible. We can see the whole neighborhood, lit by the glow ofthe full moon and the flicker of jack-o’-lanterns scattered across porches and lawns.
Right next to the window is an old, plush armchair, the kind in which you’d read a good book and sip a hot drink. Josh takes a seat, spreads his legs, and pats his thighs.
“C’mere.”
I bite my lip and cross the space to settle onto his lap. His big, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me flush against him. Our hard cocks press together in the most delicious way.
“There,” he rumbles. “That’s better, isn’t it?”
“Y-yeah.”
The kiss that follows is slow, gentle. His tongue teases mine, his teeth nip at my lower lip, his mouth coaxes moans from the depths of my chest. I melt into him, my arms looped around his neck, fingers clutching at his shoulders.
My hips move on their own, rutting against his hard-on, grinding, chasing the friction, the pressure.
Josh groans into my mouth. His hands roam my back and sides, slipping under my tank top to feel the bare skin beneath. He pushes it up, and I break the kiss just long enough for him to yank it off, wings and all, and toss it to the floor. Then his fingers move to my jeans, unbuttoning them in one smooth motion before dragging them down my hips.
The chill air raises goosebumps on my skin, but Josh warms me up right away. He kisses a trail along my jaw and down my neck, nipping, licking, sucking.
When his mouth latches onto my nipple, I shudder and let out a strangled moan.
He chuckles against my chest, then looks up, eyes glinting in the moonlight.
“Now I have a very serious question for you, Sebas. Be honest with me.”
“Okay,” I breathe, barely able to speak under his gaze.
His grin widens.
“Trick... or treat?”
7
Josh watches me expectantly, his calloused fingers trailing along my ribs, making me shiver with every feather-light brush.
“Um... Treat?” I say.
