“November first. We’ll worry about the bags then.”
He growled against the skin of my thighs, then began kissing, and biting his way down to my core. He wasted no time in claiming my pleasure with his tongue. One second I felt his breath against my clit, and the next he was devouring me with a savaged passion. My back arched, while his fingers joined his lips’ assault on my sex, entering me with one finger pumping in and out, then stretching me with two, over and over, harder and faster as my legs began to quiver.
“Jude!” I moaned. His snarl ripped through me as I came, clenching against his fingers while his mouth sucked on that sensitive bundle of nerves above his thrusting fingers.
“You’re mine forever.”
His fingers were gone, only to be replaced with something bigger, much bigger.
“Yes! Yes!”
His teeth claimed my left breast as his hips pumped into my sex relentlessly. His power leaked from him like smoke, wrapping around my hands, holding me back in a way only death could. My eyes rolled back. The sensations racking my body were almost too much to bear. His lips kissed my skin gently after having given me pain, then he lifted his torso off of me. My legs were tossed over his shoulders and his hands went to my breasts, gripping toward his body with every thrust.
“Selene,” he growled. My world ended and began with him. Life as I knew it shattered before my hooded eyes and cries of release bouncing off the walls.
His upper half collapsed against mine, his cock throbbing inside me as his orgasm shook him to the core.
“You make me want to live, Selene. Not just exist. Live.” He kissed my neck and jaw between pants, then finally settled on my eager lips.
Chapter Thirty
Selene
“Reports show that this strange occurrence has happened at three of Seahill’s cemeteries. If anyone has any information on who has been digging up graves and taking the corpses, please come forward.”
I stared at the radio in Jude’s car like it grew three heads. Someone broke into coffins last night and took the dead bodies?
“That doesn’t sound right. Something must be going on,” Jude murmured and pressed the gas pedal a little harder with his boot. We’d already driven halfway to the mansion when the breaking news drifted through the speaker. I needed to talk with some of the performers and decipher if my life and my friends’ lives were truly in danger. Jude’s anger grew as we neared the driveway. We were getting closer to the ghosts he grew up knowing and caring for who were now plotting behind his back.
The hitchhikers were gone as we turned onto the property. The house looked as eerie as ever, but once we stepped outside the car, we heard loud screams coming from inside. We raced toward the doors, and Jude threw them open with a loud bang. Rudy held Lucy back from one of the other performers who was mouthing off about how Lucy was a major whore. Trouble in ghostly paradise it seemed. At least Rudy found his way back to the mansion without causing chaos.
“What’s going on here?” Jude bellowed, and every ghost stopped what they were doing to look at him, their mouths gaping.
“Oh, Jude, I’m so glad you’re here.” Lucy broke from her friend’s grasp and ran to Jude with her arms wide, expecting him to embrace her when she closed the distance. Instead his hand shot out and stopped her a foot away.
“Yeah, go run to your master to get what you want. It’s not enough you flirt and cause problems wherever you go but now you’re trying to ruin our last chance to move on for him. You’re pathetic,” the ghostly woman in a tutu scoffed before disappearing.
“All right, everyone. Go find something better to do with your time right now.” Jude’s command left no room for rebellion and if by the looks of the performers, there were other places they would rather be than part of this mess.
“Lucy didn’t start it this time. Hannah did.” Rudy strutted up to Lucy’s side and held his arms open for her, but she just leaned closer to Jude, completely oblivious to my presence beside him.
“I don’t give a fuck. You guys have a few days until you get out of this house. You can’t manage to keep your shit together until then? And you.” His focus shifted to his friend with a tense jaw twitching as he glared.
“What the hell were you thinking? Why didn’t you come to me?” His death power flowed out of him like ink in water. Lucy and Rudy’s eyes widened at the sight, their expressions evidence that they’d never seen him truly lose the mask and hold of his gift from Hades.
“I just thought I could help. You never let me help you, so I took matters into my own hands.”
“What did you do?” Lucy leveled her friend with an unnaturally beautiful scowl. He flinched as if she’d smacked him.
“I warned her that her life was in danger at her house.”
“I told you that you should have stayed away.” Lucy shrugged at me like the offense was no longer a big issue since it had to do with my life instead of Jude’s.
“So you threaten my life? My friends’ lives?” My hands balled into fists, rage seeping into my muscles, tensing to lash out on her ghostly ass.
“I’ve got better things to do than waste my time on plots. If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you before. I’m not one to hold grudges, unlike some people. Plus with you gone, Jude would have been in a worse mood. I wanted to sleep with him, but I like seeing him smile much more.” Lucy’s voice did not waver, and I felt the truth in her words. I really had thought that if anyone would have been the person to kill out of jealousy, it would have been Lucy.
“I like seeing him smile more.” Rudy did a mocking impression of Lucy and all the blood in my system froze. That voice. I’d heard it before, but the face had been concealed by a hood at Jude’s show.
