Page 22 of Haunt the Mall

Somewhere in the depths of my dreams, my phone flashed. The screen read: Unknown Caller. My heart jumped. It had to be him.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hello, Kat,” he purred.

My blood raced with need. “Where are you?”

“You know where to find me.”

I stumbled amid the low-lit theater aisles of my dreams. None of the numbered armchairs meant anything to me. Nor did the shadowed figures occupying them. I clutched the phone. “I’m not sure, actually.”

“I saved you a seat,” he said.

Did he?

The projector glimmered, highlighting a throne in the first row of raised chairs.

“For the scream queen,” he said.

“I haven’t screamed.”

“Yet.” He chuckled.

What exactly did he have in store for me? Heart pounding, I settled into the comfortable chair. I was by myself in this aisle. The movie blurred into streaks of light in the darkness, almost like a web.

My man approached as little more than a shadow and gleaming eyes. “Dine-in?”

“I didn’t order anything,” I whispered, dropping my phone onto the table.

“I’m the one who’s going to eat.” He eased my knees apart and smirked.

Well, fuck. Eat me up, Spider-Man.

I tilted my head back and scooted down to give him easier access.

“Just one thing.” He knelt between my legs, his voice dripping with dominant energy. “Say my name.”

I froze. Oh my god. I didn’t have it!

His lips grazed my skin.

I moaned and slid closer. Would he accept the moniker Spider-Man? How about a random guess?

He nipped at my thighs. Time was running out.

I wracked my brain for a solution as I wriggled my hips. His grip tightened with every second.

This had to happen! We were so close. Semi-lucid dream training had led up to this moment. At least let me have a fake orgasm.

His breath warmed my core. “Say it.”

I squeezed my eyes shut. He was right there. But before I could say a word, he poked my chest and meowed.

Meowed?!

I jerked awake. My pajamas stuck to me, fused with sweat.

Jinx tentatively poked my cheek and meowed again. Breakfast. Someone else wanted to eat.