Page 61 of Grave Possession

Still no reply.

Okay, what the hell?

Where is she?

I storm over to the first room, throwing the door open so aggressively it hits the wall and bounces back toward me. Immediately, I know she isn’t in here. Nothing is disturbed, a thick layer of dust coats every surface, and I would’ve heard the door open if she entered this room.

I move across the mezzanine, in the direction of the other room. A snicker breaks the silence, but I can’t tell where it comes from. Something about the architecture of the ceiling throws sound, and it’s slightly unnerving when you’re here patrolling alone.

I turn left…then right…panning my flashlight around the tight space. There’s old office furniture stored up here along with boxes upon boxes of decorations for the Haunt. A humanoid shadow moves in my periphery, and I advance on it.

“GOTCHA!” I bellow as I illuminate the cramped area.

It’s not Mallory, just an animatronic zombie figurine that most definitely didn’t move. The bouncing light shiftsthe shadows causing my eyes to play tricks on me. I feel like a fool because of it.

I search the rest of the area quickly and thoroughly, but she’s not out here hiding in the Halloween decor… Which means she must be in the other office…cornered and unable to escape me.

Another shiver snakes down my spine. The anticipation of having her beneath me again leaks from the tip of my cock as my hand turns the knob. Gently, I push the door open, it swings slowly, hauntingly, the hinges repelling against the movement as my massive body fills the doorway. “If you come out willingly, I’ll take it easy on you.” I say, not meaning it in the slightest.

Nothing.

Not a single sound comes from the stuffy room.

“HA!” Mallory’s exaggerated laugh comes from behind me. I whip around, just in time to see the main door to the mill gradually closing.

How the hell did she get down there?

The beam of bright light the setting sun casts across the floor disappears, as the loud bang of the door slamming rings through the building. The moment of blinding sunlight messes with my sight. I throw my arm up over my eyes as I stagger, trying to make it back to the stairs, not bothering to waste precious moments waiting for my vision to clear. I find the railing, and allow my muscle memory to carry me quickly down the steps.

I turn towards the main entrance, once again blinded by the sunlight beaming through the window as Mallory’s shirt falls off whatever hook it was hanging on. I spin away from the bright light, trying to give my pupils timeto adjust. When I reopen my eyes, there’s Mallory. The sight of her so close is jarring and I shuffle back.

“Silly Ghost, don’t you know sirens like the dark? It’s easier to lure a man to their death that way,” she taunts. I’m mesmerized by her. She flipped the game around on me, and I didn’t even realize it.

Her palms skim my chest and I pull her body to mine, needing to feel the press of her weight against me. “I’ll follow you anywhere, even if it leads to my demise,” I whisper. Her eyes shine adoringly then she gasps when I grind my cock against her clit.

Mallory pulls the mask from my face, dropping it to the floor. Her fingers weave into my hair and tug my mouth down to meet hers. It’s a kiss that threatens to buckle my knees, grow my heart three sizes, or put me in a grave from how good it feels. Like we’reusagain. Her tongue tangles with mine as I glide my hands from her hips to her ass, sliding the material of her pants down as I go.

With her flawless skin exposed to my ravenous touch, I grip and slap her ass, swallowing her whimper of desire with my hungry kiss. My hold on her tightens, the part of me that wants to rut her like an animal clawing to get free. I’m too lost in my own head, worrying about what to do, that I don’t notice her fingers working my zipper. She pushes my pants down my thighs, lips leaving mine as she drops to her knees.

Her kisses leave me breathless, just like the sight of her kneeling before me, tongue darting out to taste the precum glistening on my tip.

Then, like a true siren, she devours me.

Chapter Forty

Mallory

Iwon’t deny stalking Nox in the dark awakened something new and intriguing inside of me. His shock and befuddlement were a heady aphrodisiac. I’ve never fully felt that way before—cunning and in charge. I had one up on him, and he didn’t even know it. The thrill festered and grew inside of me until I wanted to scare him, surprise him, show him what I’m really made of. That high I’ve been craving, the one I get from being in control, was finally being fed. The itch I haven’t been able to scratch momentarily disappeared. But as my knees hit the dirty wood floor, it’s back with a vengeance.

I try to focus on him, on his cock in my mouth, the way his piercing glides across my tongue to the back of my throat, but it’s not working. I need more to quell this burning in my chest. It’s distracting me from pleasing him, which is all I really want to do in this moment. I’m so worked up, I’m sure there’s a puddle on the floor beneath me, but it doesn’t matter, I’m still only half present.

I swirl my tongue around the crown of his cock and he groans. It’s this throaty masculine rumble through his chest, and I need more of it, more of him falling apart because of me. I lightly drag my teeth along his shaft as I take him to the back of my throat, holding him there. His cock thickens and pulses, he’s so close to cumming I can taste it. Another sound falls from his lips, and I quickly slide my mouth off his cock, not letting him finish.

He’s panting, eyes full of lust, body strung tight on the cusp of release. Nox works to steady his breathing, and I watch his muscles slowly uncoil. His mouth opens, I’m sure he’s about to ask me if I’m okay, but that’s not what this is. I didn’t stop deep-throating because I started to spiral, I stopped because I’m going to be the one to edge him for a change.

“Baby…” His voice is concerned, and honestly, if he’s not talking dirty I don’t want him talking at all. I grip his shaft, running my tongue back over his sensitive tip. A chill shakes through his body as I jerk him slowly, his forest green eyes locked on mine as I draw him into my mouth again, ever so slowly.

I witness the change come over him. I’ve seen it before but not like this, not as Nox with his dick in my face.That’s because he lied to you,my subconscious natters. I ignore her bitchy comment…even if it’s true. I’m withholding truths from him now too.

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