“The hell there isn’t.” I huffed, still holding his wrist in my vice grip. “I told you that I was into you. I thought I was responding to the signals you were throwing out at Batwings and then you confirm that I was right just to say that what you feel for me is forbidden? I’m going to need more than that. Ideservemore than that.” I exhaled a sharp breath, one that I needed to be rid of. I was ready to accept whatever outcome this conversation was going to give me, but I wasn’t leaving until he told me more about why tythwig and humans couldn’t mingle. “Tell me exactly why humans can’t mix with tythwig and I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you want. But I should know why you’re rejecting me, regardless or whether or not it has to do with tythwig customs or not. I can handle whatever it is, as long as it’s the truth.”
My breathing was so loud in my ears, my heartbeat was the only thing I could focus on while I waited for Arze to respond. His mouth laid slack, trying to find the words I yearned to hear. I could practically see the indecision running down his face,pretending to be sweat to cover up the cowardice that was his tongue.
“You’re just going to have to accept that it’s never going to happen.”
In a flash of movement I hadn’t been expecting, he flipped the main switch for the sound system. Music blared around us, the usual harsh dark pop or rock music that tended to be preloaded into the playlist that Jane had crafted before I’d joined the haunts.
Then he stared beyond me, like I wasn’t even fucking there. He was ignoring me and I was seeing nothing but red. I could see his eyes twitching, like he wanted nothing more than to have me in his view, so I slid to the left and took a few steps forward so I was the only thing he could see. So that he had no choice but to fucking look at me. Once his eyes landed on mine, I decided it was time to unleash my feelings.
“You can’t make me shut up, Arze!” I yelled over the music, barely able to be heard, but I was confident he could heard me if I could, even despite the loud Scene Queen song that was roaring around us. “I think you’re attractive. You think I’m attractive. You can deny it all you fucking want to, but I just wanted to know why you’re keeping your distance. But by all means, be afucking coward.”
I spun around, showing him the back of me as I went to walk away. There wasn’t any mincing of my words. He knew what I thought of him now even if I didn’t find the answers I’d been looking for. I didn’t want to waste my ravenous libido on a guy that clearly couldn’t or wouldn’t pull the trigger on the hot shotgun right in front of him. If he wanted to keep the safety on, that was his prerogative. But I could find someone else that didn’t have such a weak constitution.
Hard hands gripped on to my shoulders, a grunt falling out of me as I was thrust up against the half wall that peered into themain area of Spore Sector. Black drapes hung down in front of my face, my hands holding me up against the sanded board I was gripping for dear life to keep myself from laying in the floor. As the wind from the fan in the man room whirled, I could see the inner workings of the set every few seconds.
I was spun around, looking into the eyes that I’d been so eager to see myself reflected back into. Arze looked at me differently now. Unlike earlier, there was no trepidation, no hesitation, no mistaking how he felt. Volcanic desire was there in his orange eyes, fiery and begging to be doused in the flick of the flames waiting there.
“What are you—”
But that was all I was able to get out of my mouth as Arze pressed his lips against mine, silencing all thoughts as he replaced my doubt with concrete evidence that he wanted me.
Chapter 18
Arze pulledme against his chest, tight and firm, and this time itwasn’ta dream. As his hands dug into the material of my Freddy sweater, his lips were glued to mine, feverish and heady. I really wished he wasn’t kissing me when I had all this Freddy makeup on, but I’d been so deprived of his touch, so looking forward to having his body against mine like it currently was, that the rest of my thoughts decided to flee before I thought better on them. All that I could see, feel, react to, was Arze kissing me.
Holy shit. Arze waskissing me.
I couldn’t take the heat beating through my sweater, my heart pumping harder and faster and stronger to keep up with the adrenaline of his kiss. He nibbled on my bottom lip, a moan desperate to fly from my throat, but I held onto it. I had no way of knowing how long this was going to last, and I wanted to savor it for as long as possible.
Parting my bottom lip, Arze took the invitation and I felt his tongue swirling in my mouth to find mine, letting my own tantalize his tongue as my mouth filled with fire and desire. I laid a hand on his chest, my palm feeling the toned muscle underneath the green polo he so frequently donned. I wanted his skin on mine, needing to feel the ridges of his purple skinbetween my fingertips, and that wasn’t going to happen as long as we were here at work.
Shit. We’re at work. I hadn’t thought through the fog that his kiss had brought on. This was bad, and not for the forbidden reasons he’d yet to tell me about. We were at work, minutes away from having guests come through the haunted house, and here we were kissing.
But I didn’t want it to end. His hands roamed as we continued to make out, sliding down the back of my sweater until they found my round ass. Arze’s hands squeezed my cheeks, causing me to completely let loose and moan into our conjoined mouths. He moaned back, completely turned on by the kneading of my ass through my pants. A rising fire was building in my stomach, begging to be fed and fed andfed.
And all that was on the menu was more Arze.
It wasn’t until my hand started to drift down his chest that he openly started to groan with pleasure, feeding into the frenzy that he’d started and allowing himself to fully succumb to it. I just wanted more in every way, and I intended to get it as long as he was offering it up. My hand snaked down his chest, down his stomach, until it was graced with the contact of a prominent bulge in the front of his dark green jeans.
He yelped out of our kiss, pulling our mouths apart for the first time since he’d been the one to start it. The look in his eyes was equal measures astonishment that he’d finally let this thing brewing between us out of its cage and horror that it had happened in the first place. Arze’s eyes darted around the confines of Spore Sector, as if he was realizing where we were actually doing this.
Before he could overcomplicate and overthink, I took my other hand and cupped his jaw, slowly turning his gaze back to meet mine.
“Arze,” I said his name in a husky tone, or as much of one as I could manage while still talking over the music, a deep timbre that spoke to how far I wanted this to go if he’d let it. Or maybe if we weren’t at work. “I want this so bad.” To emphasize whatthiswas, I let the hand that was still cradling his crotch and gave a light squeeze. “But maybe work isn’t the best place to do this.”
I thought he was going to agree, because he looked around the Sector again, as the music continued to drone on around us, still having to speak over it to be heard, but when his eyes looked back at me, there was a wildfire in those gorgeous orange eyes that needed to be quelled and it needed to happennow.
“It’s either right here or never at all.” He said sternly, eliminating the space between our lips and claiming mine all over again.
I could have protested, could have told him that I didn’t want it to be like this, but I couldn’t find the effort to care. Arze was letting this thing between us happen, finally, even though I still didn’t understand what was so forbidden about it all. If he was only going to give himself to me now, I wasn’t going to let the occasion pass me by.
Swinging my arms around his neck, I pulled him closer into the kiss, his hand finding my ass again and roughly taking them in his grip, a feral groan ripping from my throat. Fuck, this was so hot. I underestimated how badly I wanted him until right now, when I was allowed to have him. He was kissing me back with a fervor I didn’t think could exist, like he was starving and I was the only possible meal that could resuscitate him. I was loving every second of it. So when he ripped away from me again, causing me to unfurl my arms from around his neck and roughly turning me around, I was a little let down. But not for long.
A howl escaped me as he turned me around, my hands gripping on the half wall again to keep myself balanced. I wasstill standing up fairly straight and I could feel his presence lingering behind me. He approached slowly and impossibly fast all at once, like I couldn’t quite get a read on whether he was in slow motion or moving at warp speed. His hot breath tickled the bare skin at my neck, a kiss pressed into my flesh as he leaned his body firmly against my back. A low gasp built up from my belly when I felt how hard he was and he pressed it into the clothed crack of my ass.
“Is this what you want?” He roared over the music, lightly thrusting his bulge forward.
I wanted to answer him, to let him know how badly I’d been thinking about this, but I was a little worried that we’d run out of time and guests were going to start making their way through the haunted house at any second.
