He loosened his pants just enough to free his incredible length, and my mouth fell open. There was absolutely no way he was going to fit inside of me.
“You’re going to take all of it like a good girl.” Without warning, he thrust forward, not waiting for me to adjust to his size before pulling out and ramming back in again.
“Oh my god.” The words began as a pained scream but turned into a toe-curling moan. It felt like I was being torn apart and put back together all at the same time.
“No god could make you feel this good.” His hips thrust, creating a quick, steady rhythm.
He yanked down the front of my dress, a smirk forming when he realized I hadn’t worn a bra. He palmed my breast and squeezed.
“Why do you still have all your clothes on?” I panted, desperately grasping at the hem of his shirt. I needed to see him. Feel him. He released my breast to pull his sweatshirt over his head, revealing hard planes and toned muscles.
His tongue lazily brushed over my hardened nipple. It was all too much. I squirmed, trying to escape the overstimulation, but he pinned me down, pumping hard and deep the more I struggled.
I clawed at his back, digging my nails into him.
“Fuck, Lyra…” He grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to meet his eyes. I stared, drowning in the dark pools of black.
Coldness pricked at my skin. “What the fuck?” My breath was visible as I spoke.
Grey froze, his dick still inside me. Behind him stood a looming figure whose features were hidden by shadows. The spirit didn’t move or speak.
“Shit!” I pushed Grey away and immediately felt empty as he pulled out.
“I can’t believe I’m being cock-blocked by a spirit,” Grey said in a lethal growl.
The spirit made no effort to move. He just stood there. I swung my legs off the altar and slowly approached.
“Hi, my name is Lyra,” I said, shoving my boobs back into my dress.
The spirit blinked, letting me know he heard me. I took another tentative step forward, and when he didn’t shy away, I took another until I was face-to-face with him. I reached out my hand for him to take it, but instead, he vanished.
Of course, the spirit wouldn’t be ready. That would’ve been too easy.
I reclaimed my spot in the pew, toying with the ends of my hair, avoiding Grey’s gaze.
“So, how’s this thing work?” he asked.
I winced, internally screaming. When I didn’t answer he threw my words from earlier back at me, “If we’re going to work together, we need to tell each other stuff.”
My shoulders sagged in defeat. He had me there. “Step one, the spirits relentlessly hound me until I answer. Step two, I come to the church to find them waiting for me. And step three, they take my hand and pass beyond the veil.”
“I’ve never met a shepherd before, but I’ve heard stories of witches being able to cross over the veil. Can you?”
“No. I mean, I don’t think so… I’ve never tried.” I hesitated. “Truthfully, my magic scares the shit out of me and so do the spirits.” That was the first time I’d ever admitted that to anyone.
“But you still come out here to help them.”
“It’s for my own sanity. The headaches from the whispers can become unbearable if I stay away for too long. My mom…” I trailed off, biting my tongue, locking away the memory.
“Tell me about her.”
“She was the best, and I know everyone says that about their mom, but she really was.” I beamed. “She was kind, thoughtful, and the best person I’ve ever known.”
“What happened to her?”
“She died…in a car accident.” I gave the answer I’d been told over and over again.
Grey’s expression shifted, sadness creasing his eyes. “Losing someone you love is hard, but you’re keeping her memory alive.” He hadn’t offered condolences like everyone else. Instead, he gave me the opportunity to talk about her. To remember her.
