Page 13 of The Hellhound's Mate
Even though I should be thinking chaste thoughts so that the knot would shrink, I instead found my hands wandering over Ambrose’s lean body. When he took his t-shirt over his head and tossed it away, I had even more skin to touch.
“You’re gonna keep me hard,” Ambrose said sleepily.
“Same. I can’t help it.”
He took one of my hands and cupped it over his still-hard dick. “Make me come again. I wanna come on your knot.”
I closed my eyes and held my mate while I breathed in the never-ending scent of our desire for each other and stroked Ambrose’s cock. The way he ground the pillowy globes of his ass back against me and moaned so desperately had me rocking my hips even though not a bit of me moved inside him this time. Butit still felt so good to have his muscles twitching while wrapped around the whole length of my cock. And with his cock weeping in my grip, filling the air with sex, I wasn’t surprised that I could come again so soon.
Ambrose pushed back hard against me and came, too. His cock slicked my fingers, making a delicious mess that I couldn’t resist licking up. While he panted on top of me, Ambrose twisted enough to see me lick my fingers clean. When he offered his own cum-covered finger, I happily sucked on the little digit while he moaned quietly.
“Goddess,” he whispered as he took his finger away. “We’re going to be locked together forever if we don’t calm down.”
I grunted a laugh, already feeling like my knot was receding. “I would carry you around on my cock for days, if I could.”
Ambrose chuckled. “What a sight that would be since hardly anyone can seeyou. They’d just see me floating along, three feet off the ground, naked with my asshole wide open on nothing.”
I laughed heartily even as I tried not to imagine such a bizarre sight.
It was only a few more minutes before my cock slipped free. Ambrose sighed like he missed it, but then he rolled over and loomed above me with a grin on his face.
“We’re really good together,” he said.
“We are.”
I gave Ambrose’s nose a quick lick in lieu of a kiss, making my silly mate giggle before he got up.
Ambrose was getting his clothes back on when, suddenly, I caught wind of the putrid scent of death. Horrified, I looked to my left and saw a man with sallow skin and ragged clothes standing just outside the curtain of the willow tree’s branches. Growling, I put myself between Ambrose and the decaying man.
Ambrose gasped, his t-shirt clutched to his chest. “Who was that?” he whispered harshly as the man trotted away from us. “Did they see us?”
I held out my hand to Ambrose. “Let’s go inside and I’ll explain.”
Ambrose took my hand and walked with me into the mausoleum, down the tunnel, and into the basement of the house. For the first time in a century, I barred the basement door so that no one and nothing could follow us inside. I would do everything necessary to keep Ambrose safe.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
“Who was that man?”I asked with growing worry as Saph set a thick wooden beam into brackets on either side of the tunnel door. “Do you know him?”
“I know his kind.” Saph surveyed the door like there was more he’d like to do to keep it closed. “Don’t go outside alone,” he said as he turned to face me. “And make sure all the doors and windows are locked at night.”
I gulped. “Saph, what’s going on? You’re freaking me out.”
He nodded and came over to grip my shoulders. “I apologize. I haven’t seen a ghoul in nearly a century, so it worries me that they’re back.”
A shiver went down my spine. “A ghoul? Is that like a ghost? The spirits you hunt? But no,” I continued, thinking out loud. “You don’t worry about them. They’re easy prey. Oh, god, Saph. What’s a ghoul?”
“Easy.” Saph guided me over to the chair and made me sit. He crouched down in front of me once I did. “I don’t like that I can’t kill them, but they’re not necessarily dangerous.”
“Youcan’t kill them?” Not that I advocated for murder or anything, but Saph seemed to have been built to slaughter the undead.
“Ghouls are a demonic creature. I’m sure something can kill them, but I can’t. They just put themselves back together and return to eating human corpses.”
I made an involuntary retching noise before covering my mouth, now remembering that he’d mentioned ghouls before, back when we’d talked about his age. “Are they eating the bodies in the cemetery?” I said from behind my hand.
“They already did that the last time they were here. That they’re back with no bodies to eat concerns me.”
