Page 42 of Things Get Dark
As I rubbed my thumb over my swollen clit, Dalton shoved deep into my throat and held me there, his pubic hair scratching against my nose as my senses overloaded and I screamed, choking on his cock as I came hard enough to black out for a moment.
Consciousness returned as the bitter taste of cum spread across my tongue. Swallowing fast, I pinched his balls in punishment and winced as he thrust hard into my abused throat.
God, I’d missed this so much. As Dalton shuddered through the last of his aftershocks, he pulled me off his softening cock and up into a gentle kiss. Despite the body having belonged to someone else a short time ago, he still tasted like home.
While I straightened my dress, he found some clothes on the floor. Just as we prepared to head out into the night, the unmistakable click of a lock came from the front door.
“Walter? You in here?” The voice was deep. Masculine. Dalton and I shared a look, wondering if we should pretend no one’s home. Footsteps tapped along the floorboards, closing in on the bedroom and just as a man in his mid-forties appeared in the doorway, I grabbed my knife off the bed and hid it in my skirts.
“Walt— Oh! You have company.” Dalton smiled pleasantly at the man. It took me a moment longer than it should have to realize I’d need to do the talking.
“Hi, Sir. Sorry, we got a little carried away. We’re about to head out trick or treating.”
The man’s brow furrowed as he glanced between Dalton and me, confusion and disbelief written all over his face. Well, screw him. I was an amazing liar.
Side-stepping around him, I tried to wriggle my way out of the room. His hand wrapped around my arm and I reacted on instinct.
Slam. Grunt.
Warm blood oozed over my fist, still wet and runny just the way I liked it.
“What…?” Some people were so funny when they died. Mouths flapping as their limbs went loose. Right on cue, the man’s body hit the floor, his flailing feet slipping in the growing pool of blood beneath him.
A loud sigh overpowered the sound of his weakening struggles.
“At least we’re one body closer to being reunited.” I glanced over my shoulder in time to see Dalton roll his eyes.
“I dunno. It could be fun for one of you to be a Daddy this time.”
He crossed his arms, unimpressed vibes radiating off him. I was so going to cop it when he could speak again next year. That was definitely a future-Tillie problem.
Checking the silver fox’s pulse, I found he had put up far less of a fight than his son. Thank God for small mercies. The coin purse was lighter as I retrieved it this time. Not even ten o’clock at night, and I was already halfway to having my men back. Yay!
And that’s when the screaming started.
Chapter Two
No one has mannersthese days. Every Samhain. It was alwayswhat are you doing in my house? Is that a knife? Oh, my God. You killed him!
While vessel number two to bled out on the ground at my feet, a woman who looked a similar age had wandered through the open front door. Her annoyingly loud shrieks drilled through my skull. Seriously, why did people overreact about a little blood?
With a put-out sigh, I wrenched my knife from the gut of vessel number two and went to deal with the noise.Didn’t she realize we’d end up with a complaint from the neighbors?Before I could have any fun, Dalton stepped past me, palmed her skull, and threw her into the nearest wall so hard the crack echoed through the room.
“Did you just come back to ruin all my fun this year?” I asked, propping my fists on my hips. He lifted a brow and crossed his arms, ignoring the hair and brain matter he wiped across his fresh t-shirt.
“Fine,” I conceded. “The blow job was fun. But I only get to use this once a year.” I held my knife up in demonstration. Heglanced at the male body on the floor, reminding me of my original purpose.
“Any preference for who we bring back next?” I reached into my coin purse and placed another coin on the silver fox’s tongue. A fine tremor passed through the corpse.
“Come on, baby.”
With a deep gasp, the body lurched upright.
“Tillie.”
“Zander!” A sense of warmth suffused my body as he stood and pulled me into a tight hug.
“I should whip your ass for the stunt you pulled last year.” His brow furrowed and the look on the older vessel’s features gave major daddy vibes. Fuck, I was already wet again.