Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

The way she groans, so loud and uninhibited, goes straight to my cock. I wish I was the one down there, but my princess needs me here. I’m the one grounding her, making her feel safe. I made this possible.

“Tell me, how wet is she?” I ask.

I want to hear it. I need to know I made her wet.

“I… can’t be,” she grits out through clenched teeth, and I laugh under my breath, cause that’s impossible. “I’m sorry, but I can’t… I don’t…”

But Caden comes up for air and looks at me with a grin, a visible sheen on his lips.

“So fucking drenched,” he says, and I dry-hump her ass, so horny, I can’t help myself. “Little bird, you’re gushing for us. Such a good fucking girl.”

She moans, shaking in my grip when he dives for her again. I look at his dark head moving slowly between her legs, and my mouth goes dry.

I fucking want that, too.

“I’ll have to check for myself, princess. And I’ll show you, too. So you know how wet I make you.”

She shakes her head again even as she arches, her body contorted by the pleasure she feels, every muscle tight. I reach around her, and Caden pulls back, giving me access.

Gently, I reach into her panties, my breathing erratic and shallow as I cop that first feel of my girl.

And damn. Just fucking damn.

He was right. She’s drenched. So fucking slick, it seeps right through her panties and onto her thighs. Why can’t she feel it?

I brush my fingers against her opening and up to her clit, and they glide easily in her wetness. Harlow thrashes against me and keens when I circle her clit gently, and I press my hips into her ass, my cock hurting like hell in my jeans.

God, I want to fuck her.

Instead, I pull my hand out and press my fingers to her lips, painting them in her arousal.

“Feel that, princess?” I ask when her breath hitches, and she freezes for a moment, mouth open and panting, cheeks red. “That’s how wet I make you.”

And then I step around her, dive for her mouth and kiss her, swallowing her moan. My princess tastes so fucking good, her salty tang perfect on her soft lips, and I forget I’m supposed to be gentle, forget I need to go slow, or how crucial this part is.

I just devour her and take, my tongue dancing with her tongue, my lips bruising hers.

After a moment, she kisses me back. And I fucking lose it.

Finally. Finally, I have her.

I’ve waited for her so far longer than the guys. They spent two years planning. I spent six. Ever since I first saw her when she was sixteen, I waited. First, for her to be legal. Then, for Noah to stop being so protective. And then…

For her to be here. Finally mine.

I don’t even mind sharing as long as I know I’m the one making her so wet. I’m the one making her open her mouth and kiss me back, even though she doesn’t know who I am. Even though she’s tied up and blindfolded.

She kisses me like she’s starving and I’m food. And she’s so fucking wet, it’s spilling down her thighs.

It’s because of me. I’m doing this.

I put my hand on Caden’s head to know what he’s up to, because right now, I need to be in control. I need to know exactly what’s happening to my princess.

He’s between her legs, moving slow, and she shakes so hard, I have to hold her up as she leans against me for support. Her legs are too weak, and if not for my arm around her back, she’d slump in the harness like a puppet, her legs completely useless.

I pull back, keeping my lips just against hers, feeling her erratic breath on me. Fuck, she feels so good.

“Go slow,” I tell him, my mouth brushing the bow of her upper lip. “Make it last as long as you can. And you, princess. You’re not allowed to come until I say.”

She gasps. I think it’s in outrage, but then I realize she’s laughing.

“You think…” She starts speaking, shaking from laughter, and then gasps again when Caden moves against her, his head pressing in deeper. “You think you can… make me come?”

I frown. This is unexpected, and coupled with her inability to feel that she’s wet, it makes me suspicious. Something is wrong.

It’s one thing to need some less direct touch as foreplay. I knew that and prepared for it. But I also know Harlow has been around a lot. She’s known as the town slut at this point. I don’t believe she can’t come, or else, why would she try to fuck every guy under thirty in this town?

I kiss the corner of her mouth, making her gasp softly, and Caden pulls back, my hand still on his head. I think he’s still licking her, but leisurely. Still through her panties.

“Explain that to me, princess,” I say and kiss her again, just brushing the corner of her mouth. “Do you doubt our ability to make you come? Or yours?”

She whimpers, and I feel Caden move.

“Keep that up, but slowly,” I tell him. “Whatever it is, she likes it.”

“He’s… Oh, my God… He’s sucking my clit,” she says, her voice shaky. “And oh, fuck… Feels good. But I won’t come… I’ve never… Not since they…”

She throws her head back with a helpless sob, and I kiss up her neck, while quiet steps come closer. Silas.

“He’s sucking your clit then, angel?” he asks, and I look at him, surprised he decided to take part in this. He made it clear earlier he wasn’t interested in fucking her at all. He’s gay, and he hates her. “My boy, Strangler, can suck like a king. He’ll get you there. And now, tell me.”

He looks at her with something cold and dark in his eyes, and for a moment, I think he’ll go in for the kill right now. So much earlier than we agreed. I prepare to stop him, because I’m not ready to let her go, when Silas surprises me again.

“Tell me, my sweet little angel. Who raped you?”