The shadows part in a flash and before I can blink twice Seth is hovering right in front of me. His orbs glow brighter and I’m overwhelmed by the smell of warm spices that tickle my memory. “A key?”
He lowers his head to mine and with him so close like this I can almost see into the depths of his hood. I thought I would see a skeleton or some ghoulish creature, but all I can make out are sharp features and flashes of bone floating in the swirling inky black.
“Cian! Focus. Do you still have the key?”
I shake my head and frown at him before nodding slowly, “Yes, I have it. Why?”
Seth backs up to where he had been before and his shadows start to snap and spin, he cackles and crosses his arms once more. “Because, my beautiful banana, that I can work with.”
I blink in confusion but the panic that’s been raging inside of me dies down as if he flicked a switch on it. “How? And why am I the banana?”
Seth’s ‘eyes’ crinkle again and his voice turns warm with excitement. “If you have a key, we don’t necessarily need your witch, justawitch. And fine, I’ll be the banana.” He shrugs. “I guess I have been known to be a little fruity.”
My jaw drops and I try to shake off the shock and restart my fried brain. This has been the weirdest, longest day of my death.
Chapter four
Monster
Cian
Ifloat exhaustedly down through the floors until I reach the sitting room where I last saw Trissa. I haven’t been able to sleep since dying, and aside from the boredom that comes with always being ‘on’ with nowhere to go, I’ve never really felt like I needed to sleep. Until now… now I feel the exhaustion of this day and all the feelings I’ve experienced for the first time in so long in every invisible fiber of my being. I don’t remember feelings being so draining. Maybe it’s just because I’m out of practice.
The house is quiet and I can sense that only Trissa remains inside. Thank Gods. I float over to the couch where I see her laid out, chest gently rising and falling in sleep. Why is she sleeping on the couch? My house has five fully furnished bedrooms. Surely one of them would have been more comfortable. I glance over at the coffee table littered with empty cans of soda and a half eaten box of pizza, and wince. My father would have a heart attack all over again if he saw his 1930s French Louis XV coffee table in such a state. My chest squeezes softly at the thought of my dad, but I push those memories back into the safety of thelittle mental box I keep them in. I don’t have the fortitude to muck through more bygone sorrows right now.
I settle down on the ground next to the couch and look my fill at my blue haired enchantress. Trissa Wilde. She’s so beautiful. I pull my knees up against my chest and wrap my arms around them before resting my chin pensively to the side. A dull ache fills my heart and I sigh. As thankful as I am at the outcome of today—which would have seemed so out of reach, even just a few hours ago, I’m still stuck. I have a new friend for the first time in over five decades, and a new person after months of hoping… but thanks to this morning’s encounter with Trissa I want more.
Seth’s excitement was regrettably short-lived after we realized that finding a witch willing to help someone else’s witch-bound was almost as unlikely as finding Leona. Still, he said he was invested now and left in a flash to ask some of his ‘contacts’ where he may be able to find someone open to try. Unfortunately all the witch-bound business and talk of Leona means I forgot to ask about how and why my new house-mate was able to do to me what she did.
Oh, Lee. I haven’t thought about her in so long. My eyes sting for what seems like the millionth time today and I finally give in to the burn and let the pain leak in glistening streaks down my ghostly cheeks. My mind feels like a shaken snow-globe. Doubts race past faster than I can confront them and it leaves me reeling. I squeeze my arms around my legs a little tighter, trying to comfort myself in a haphazard hug. I long to feel the reassuring embrace of a hug again. A muffled sob escapes my throat and I choke it down. She would never have trapped me here and then disappeared. I refuse to believe it. A feeling somewhere between pain and fear settles in my heart. I’m not sure what’s more terrifying. The thought that she planned for things to happen the way they have, or the thought thatsomething went terribly wrong. I sniff against my shirt and turn my thoughts back to Trissa.
She’s still in the same clothing from earlier, her hair trailing over the arm of the couch. I frown slightly as I see goosebumps decorating her flesh. She’s cold, probably in part to my close proximity. I look around the room quickly and spy an old cream-colored afghan folded neatly over the side of a wingback armchair in the corner. I make quick work of floating over and grabbing the blanket before coming back to hover over Trissa.
My eyes roam down her lush form and need courses through my body like a visceral thing. I carefully lower the blanket over her, my fingertips brushing gently against her full breasts. My cock surges to life and I draw in a ragged breath. I let my body hover over hers, as close as I dare, and swallow against the lust that’s quickly clogging my throat. I need to calm down. I need to breathe. I try to breathe in slowly through my nose, but the combined scent of sweet peaches, white jasmine, and cherry blossom overwhelms my senses. My eyes roll back into my head and I groan. Fuck. I haven’t smelled anything so fucking delicious since I was alive. I need her.
My hips roll instinctively and my throbbing erection presses against her sex. Even through the barriers of our clothing I moan at the contact as her heat seeps into my soul. She lets out a whimper in her sleep and grinds against my cock and the very questionable leash on my control snaps. I push the afghan to the side and let my body settle over hers, caging her in, my cock pressed firmly against her damp core.
Her legs come up to circle my hips, caging me in return, and I trace the delicate curve of her neck up to her ear with my tongue. Excitement courses through me at her response and I growl against her skin. She trembles in my arms and her soft moan is like gasoline on a fire. I roll my hips in circles, needing to feel the friction of her cunt against my straining cock. Yes! Please, Ineed more… I need… I slide my right hand under her shirt to cup her breast and trace my finger over her taut nipple, while my left hand grabs her hip, digging into the soft flesh and cupping it in my hand. She’s so pliant and warm. I want all of her. I want to be everywhere, all at once.
Trissa is panting so pretty for me, and her moans are the sweetest soundtrack I’ve ever heard. I feel a hand in my hair as I take her earlobe into my mouth and suck, rolling my tongue over it before trailing hot kisses to her neck. The sensory overload of feeling so much all at once after so long of feeling nothing is driving me into a frenzy and I can feel the heaviness of impending release gathering in my balls. I lean in closer and press my cheek against hers as I rasp in her ear, “Come for me, Trissa.”
Her quick intake of breath is all the warning I get before her body tenses up like a bowstring and then shudders with her release. The overwhelming urge to taste her has my hand slipping down into her pants and sweeping gently against her slit to coat my fingers in her wetness. She moans again, and bucks against my hand before I withdraw and claim my prize, sucking my glistening fingers into my mouth. Her sweet taste bursts across my tongue as my cock pulses forcefully against the seam of my pants and her trapped sex. My vision goes white and I groan as I coat myself in the hot ropes of my release, thrusting one last time against her sweet cunt. My heart is hammering in my chest and there’s a pounding in my ears as I rest my head against her cushioned breasts and take in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. I clutch her lush form and let myself sink into her softness. Trissa has an ample figure and it does something to me, to grab onto her and feel her flesh indent around my fingers.Mine.Trissa Wilde is mine, and I will never give her up.
I smile in satisfaction and nuzzle into her warmth. I want to say something to her before the haze of our orgasms fade andany awkwardness sets in… shit. I can’t believe the first thing I said to her was ‘come for me’. Real couth, Cian. I swallow a groan and hope she doesn’t hold my lack of poise against me. Taking a steadying breath, I lift my head to apologize for my crass manners and freeze. Dread fills my gut and my veins fill with ice. I stare at her in horror for a moment longer, silently pleading that I’m wrong… that she’s awake… that I didn’t just… I feel the color drain from my face and nausea roils in my stomach.
“T-Trissa?” I croak weakly and choke when she doesn’t respond. What the fuck have I done?
I force myself across the room as fast as I can manage, wheezing heavily, each breath like a knife in my lungs. My head shakes reflexively as I stare blankly at Trissa, who has rolled over toward the blanket and is blissfully unaware of the fact that she’s just been molested by a fucking dead person. Oh Gods. I swallow down my revulsion and compel myself to retreat to the attic, as far from her as I can get.
I’ve been a ghost for a long time, but this is the first time I’ve ever felt like a monster.
Chapter five
Paranormal Fuckery
Trissa
Iopen my eyes on a new day and smile while I stretch my cramped limbs. I probably shouldn’t feel as content with my situation as I do, especially without knowing all the details of the contract and the fate of the estate, but I can’t help it. The idea of never having to leave where I am calms my anxiety in a way I could have only dreamed of before now. And speaking of dreams…Oh my lanta! I squeeze my thighs together against the ruined fabric of my panties. What a dream! Or was it?
