My fingers come up to the edge of the mask and an unspoken agreement passes between us as I yank it off, revealing one of the hottest guys I’ve ever seen in my life. Though, I can’t help butnotice the two gleaming black horns jutting out from the top of his head.
“Matchbox, what the fuck are you doing with my girl?” Phantom’s voice calls from down the hall. A rattling of screams wafts through the air and a distant “Help me” that sounds vaguely like Callie echoes around me. This place is sensory overload, playing with my mind, making me question my own experiences. I hardly know what’s real or not anymore.
As far as I know, those monsters I just fucked could have been just a figment of my imagination, though the ache in between my legs tells me otherwise. But then, that would mean if it really did happen, then monsters are real, and I’m walking amongst them. Not just walking, enjoying… fucking. God, I want more already, and it hasn’t even been ten minutes.
“Don’t get your panties in a twist. She was liking it. Weren’t you, sweetheart?”
It’s dark in here, but the flashing strobe light illuminates enough I think they can see the blush staining my cheeks. I was liking it. Hell, if Phantom hadn’t walked in, I might have let his friend fuck me right up against this wall. Fuck, who even am I right now? It must be this place, making me act like this, so out of character, and sluggish. Thoughts jumbled into a mess of lust and fear.
“Talon’s claimed her as ours, Matchbox, so she’s off limits.” Phantom says, jabbing his friend in the chest with his finger.
“Ugh, no. Sorry, but no one owns me.” I say shakily. “I’ve been down that road before and ended up with a divorce and a calloused heart. I belong to me and me alone.” Hands on my hips, I take in their shocked appearance, and decide I rather like it. They may be real monsters, but apparently, I’ve found my fucking backbone.
“Didn’t I tell you to run?” Talon’s voice whispers in my ear, sending a wave of goosebumps down my body. His commandingpresence eats up the remaining space in this otherwise cramped hallway.
“I did.” I say, turning around to catch a hint of a smile on his imposing figure. “I can’t help it if someone else caught me first. Guess, you’re getting slow, old man.” A flash of fire erupts in his eyes and a low guttural growl escapes his chest.
Maybe I’m playing with fire, but if that means feeling adored, then I’ll stoke those embers happily. I might not recognize myself after tonight, but I think I’m liking whoever I’m becoming.
“Let’s try this again, little ghoul. I want you to fucking run so I can tackle you to the ground and shove my dick in your panting, scared little cunt, until you scream your throat raw.”
I look up at him and go up on my tip toes to bring his face level with mine.
“Deal.” I kiss him, surprising him, before I take off running at full speed and into the depths of the haunted house.
Chapter 11
Phantom
Her scent mixed with mine and Talon’s, permeates the air and it isn’t hard to pick up on where she’s going. A few more turns and she’ll be spit out into the corn maze. My personal favorite that this place has to offer. Although, in the summer when we can run along the grounds at all hours of the day and night is a close second.
I’m practically buzzing with the thrill of the chase. Hunting her down is in my blood. It’s in all of our nature here. At least those of us that are cursed to serve out our sentencing here. Allowed to roam, but not escape. Having Olivia, though, is making me regret that particular set of terms and conditions.
Note to self— always read the goddamn fine print.
Matchbox trails behind, inserting himself like a fucking parasite. But how can I blame him? Our girl is like a siren. Calling to us with her sweet as fuck song, drawing us in like moths to a flame.
She’s irresistible.
The witches spell holds strong on her, like it does all mortals that dare to visit the haunted house. It whirs through the vents wafting into the human’s weak lungs and absorbing rightinto their bloodstream, making them our pliable little puppets. Aware enough, but easy to manipulate.
The ghost in me relishes this chase. Wanting more of her and the way she felt wrapped around my cock. It’s been longer than I care to admit since someone has touched me like that, and not only did she unlock this primal need, but Talon has also wormed his way into my thoughts. Surprising me with his wickedly talented mouth.
Fuck, that vampire can suck dick.
Having my hot as fuck, and centuries old boss get on his knees for me is fucking with my head, making me want a repeat.
“Which way did she go?” Matchbox asks. He’s not as adept at tracking as I am, being newer to his demon form. The older we get, the more we hone our monstrous skills. That’s why Talon is the best of us, being the oldest motherfucker here.
“Who invited you?” Talon asks, transforming in front of our eyes. His demeanor is deadly and determined. A predator in the midst of stalking his precious prey.
Matchbox silently points at me, and I roll my eyes. Talon seems mildly irritated by the way his shoulders tense, but after a beat, he relents, not wanting to waste precious time with Olivia.
“Fine. But don’t let me regret it.” He says, turning back into a bat and rounding the corner.
The exit is right up ahead, and Olivia is right at the cusp, hands poised over the bar that will have her stumbling out of here and into the night air.
Gotcha.
