And I was rubbing my face all over their pencil dick.
I screeched and pushed away, falling on my butt. When I looked up, I saw a very disgruntled Slenderman with his hands on his hips. He had tentacles I had never seen before coming out of his back; they were wiggling around, making him appear larger from behind.
I squinted at the creature's jagged mouthful of teeth, searching for eyes that weren't there. "You're definitely not Atlas," I said, my voice cracking with disappointment.
The blank face tilted backward in what might have been indignation.
"Brilliant observation," it hissed through those needle-like teeth. "Do you see any wings? Or that ridiculous fur? Or his unnecessarily generous posterior?"
I lifted my lip and growled.
The mayor leered over me, his pointed teeth shining in the moonlight. “Why are you out here? I’m trying to perfect my costume…”
I rolled my eyes and stood up. “Liar, I know you monsters are real.”
The mayor's posture stiffened, his elongated frame stretching even taller.
"I know what you are," I said, jabbing my finger toward his hollow chest. "Atlas is a real Mothman. Lucien, too. This whole town is just a playground where you monsters lure in humans for your entertainment." My voice grew bolder with each word. "And guess what? I don't care. I want Atlas—need him—right now. So, tell me where he is before I make a scene your precious little town won't forget." I punctuated my demand with three sharp taps against his chest.
He was not amused.
His spindly fingers locked around my wrist like handcuffs, flinging my arm away with unexpected strength. "Does nothing in that fragile human brain of yours register fear?" he hissed.
"I literally just hooked up with a Mothman and lived to tell about it," I said, ripping my hands away and tossing them up. "If he wanted me dead, I'd be dead. And what about Harlow? You think we were just supposed to think she was just some random chance Harlow ended up here?"
The mayor's throat vibrated with a guttural sound as his tentacles thrashed behind him like agitated snakes. His jaw unhinged, revealing row after row of needle-like teeth that hadn't been visible before. "Tread carefully with that tongue of yours, human," he said, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "Atlas may have marked you with his scent, but I will eliminate any threat to what belongs to me."
I cocked my head and folded my arms over my chest. "Well, well. Isn't that fascinating?" My fingernail clicked rhythmically against my arm as I stared him down.
A punch to the uterus had me doubling over in pain. I landed on my knees, feeling arousal gather in my underwear.
The mayor took a large sniff. “He put his seed inside you. What a complete idiot. I will take you home for the night, help you sleep. You can find him in the morning.”
I jabbed a finger at him from my crumpled position on the ground, pain still radiating through my abdomen. "Back off! I don't need your help," I snarled through gritted teeth, trying to maintain some dignity despite being curled into myself.
Before everything went dark, I caught one final glimpse of the mayor's featureless face contorting in what might have been disgust—his needle-teeth gleaming as he wiped at the smooth patch where a nose should have been.
Chapter Twenty
Atlas
My female did what to the mayor? Did she try to mate with him?
A snarl tore from my throat as I launched myself forward. The plaid flannel strained across my shoulders, seams popping, while my jeans constricted painfully around my legs.
The Headless Horseman pivoted toward me, his shoulders tensing beneath his cloak. Nearby, the Skinwalker stopped his guttural noises, fumbling to pull the bearskin over his naked form. My voice emerged as a low, dangerous rumble. "She touched you? Where? I will erase her scent from your body."
The mayor bared his teeth—normally razor-sharp fangs that struck fear into the hearts of all who saw them, but in that moment, they seemed as harmless as dull kitchen knives. "I'm the victim here!" he sputtered. "Your female attacked me!"
“You don’t deserve her scent, and she is driven out of instinct. My scent makes her go insane. She didn’t know what she was doing.”
Lucien’s fangs bit at his lip in my peripheral.
He'd better keep his mouth shut, better yet, his antennae too, because his sniffing was far too close.
I moved toward the Slenderman with predatory slowness, watching his faceless head tilt as he detected her lingering aroma in the air. The scent carried traces of both her natural fragrance and my own pheromones, marking her unmistakably as mine.
Great, now I’m hard in front of everyone.
