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Chase the haints away...

  “Rafe Jackson,” one of the Elders spoke, breaking me from the flurry of blue hell that I was cast in. “It is your job to chase away Timothy Jackson. This is your Trial tonight. You must.”

  And how the fuck did they expect me to do that?

  By standing here watching my old best friend get violated by every rich fuck in the South?

  My Fallon, I thought with a possessiveness that caught me off guard.

  Only mine.

  But she wouldn’t let me help her.

  Used goods. That’s the only way the Elders saw this belle before us. She was covered in blue paint. Fresh handprints covered the older, drying ones. They just kept going. Touching. Leaving behind those invasive markings of what they claimed as theirs.

  Fallon stood stoically and took each touch with her prideful stare locked with mine.

  But finally…

  She had enough. Her eyes told me. Her slumped shoulders announced it. Now she needed me.

  It was about goddamn time.

  I stepped forward, and she nodded.

  That was all I needed to clear the distance between us. I took her by her blue-covered arm and pulled her to me, away from the last two men still touching her. I hadn’t forgiven her for her defiant act, but no way would I let another man touch her again tonight.

  I too had had enough.

  The Elders began pounding their canes as one said, “Claim the belle. Chase the haints away by claiming the belle beneath the blue.”

  Standing stiffly, surrounded by softness, my body stirred at the brush of warm lips against the side of my neck. “Make this all go away,” she whispered.

  The gentle caress sent shivers coursing down my spine, branching off deliciously at my chest and gut then shooting with a jolt of sensation to my already-hard cock.

  Fallon grinded against me, her smooth legs rubbing against my pants, forever staining them in blue. Her nipples pressed against my chest, as her eyes looked up at me in silent plea.

  She couldn’t take the assault anymore. She couldn’t stand their touch, their trespass of the woman she once was, their claiming of what didn’t belong to them.

  When my cock twitched in response to her need, nudging against her thigh, her mouth curved into a seductive smile, and she gave a low, throaty mewl, the heated exhale washing over my skin.

  “Touch me. I only want you to touch me,” she finally confessed in her sultry voice.

  “I thought you had this handled.” I grinned.

  What fool wouldn’t step in and do exactly as she asked? But part of me wanted her to pay some more. Or at the very least beg me to help.

  She’d forced me to stand there and watch these assholes do to her as they wished, and she all but forbade me from stepping in. Her stubborn pride nearly drove me mad, and now she wanted me?

  I should make her pay. I should—

  Fingers slid along my stomach, gliding over the hard plane that rippled in reaction. She inched downward, past my tense lower abdominal muscles, and beyond jutting hip bones to where I longed for her touch the most.

  Not making me wait long, she unfastened my pants, lowered them as fast as she could, and encircled my dick, squeezing in a tight fist before parting her plump, paint-splattered lips.

  Blocking out all that was around me the best I could, I took hold of her shoulders, feeling the wetness of the paint coat my fingers and pushed her down to her knees before me.

  I didn’t want her hand. I wanted her goddamn mouth.

  Her tongue slipped out and licked the tip. Her husky moan of delight while lapping at the end of my cock proved she was willing to pay her penance.

  She was mine, and she better damn well know it. And it was time that every member of the Order witnessed it for themselves. Those fuckers could touch all they wanted, but at the end of this, I would get to have so much more. Only me.

  Her lashes fluttered open, and she gazed up at me, eyes dark and sparkling with desire as a grin tilted up the corners of her luscious pink mouth. Paint-soaked hair clung to her face, her shoulders, and dripped down her back.

  My body spurred me to act, to end the unnecessary torture of her light tease. I wanted her to swallow me deep and make me cum as all the spectators watched on with envy.

  When she enveloped the head, her incredible heat, and the slow circling of the tip with her tongue became pure torment. The inability to control the urge to order her to open wider and suck harder proved I had little patience left.

  Gruffly, I took hold of her hair with both my hands, squeezing excess blue from the strands, and demanded, “Fuck me with your mouth.”

  Not hesitant in the least, she eagerly swallowed at least half my length on the next glide while I closed my eyes, reveling in the wicked suction and the warm wet haven she created.

  “Deeper,” I commanded with a husky growl, guiding her by fistfuls of hair. “Let me fuck that face of yours.”

  My animalistic need to mark her as mine overpowered the sick and twisted setting I was thrust in. On the porch of the Oleander Manor, surrounded in haint paint… I had my dick sucked by my old childhood friend.

  What could be more fucked up than that?

  A sigh of pleasure escaped my lips when she slid my cock along her tongue, almost to the back of her throat. To take all of me without gagging required practice, something I would happily offer to assist her with in the future.

  Still needing more, I sank my fingers deeper into her thick hair and set the pace. Not so quick to bring me to completion, but with enough speed and friction to keep me on the edge.

  I watched through eyes half-lidded from my rising passion as she bobbed up and down steadily, with little guidance. I’d drive harder when ready for more. For the moment, I wanted to savor and revel in her skills at giving oral pleasure.

  Her rigorous work accelerated my heart rate, gradually building my need into what was shaping up to be the most explosive climax of my life. Adding to my pleasure, a soft hand swept down to my balls, caressing with her fingertips. The play upped my response as she cupped my aching balls and massaged. Her hand moved in tandem while she continued to suck, her tongue licking and circling the sensitive tip, until my back arched reflexively.

  Near the end of my tolerance, my hands curled around her head as my hips thrust upward, driving me even deeper. I fucked her mouth the same way I took her pussy last night—thoroughly claiming every inch.

  She didn’t resist, opening wider in eager acceptance. Her own sweet moans of pleasure filled the air, joining my gruff, primal groans.

  “Touch yourself,” I ordered, watching her spread her legs and obeying like the naughty and yet very good girl she was.

  I knew the Elders would appreciate this sign of dominance and submission, but that wasn’t the only reason for my request.

  I wanted her to cum. I wanted her to end this night in pleasure rather than nightmare. Even for a split moment, I wanted her to escape this den of vipers.

  Looking down, I watched her splayed fingers slide over her belly and mound and disappear between her thighs. I could imagine the intense heat of her pussy, the wetness increasing while she avidly worked her clit. Which only made me want to explode more with the thought.

  Thrusting faster, while sliding my cock over her greedy, slurping tongue, I careened headlong toward a shattering climax. “Fuck your pussy and get ready to cum with me.”

  Her muffled agreement vibrated around my cock and her body writhed, matching the rhythm of my own as I pumped into her mouth. Low and rumbling, I groaned my pleasure. Both hands held her head as I drove into her mouth, taking all she willingly gave.

  The next moment, while her mewls of release rang in my ears, my body tensed, sending my seed pulsing down her throat.

  While tremors rocked me from the root of my core, I roared with a need to be fucking her. I needed her pussy, and I needed it now. Fallon had only whetted my appetite for more.

  The Elders wanted a show.

  The Elders
wanted to chase the hauntings away.

  What better way than to fill this haint-blue entryway with glass bottles swinging around us? With the voyeuristic lust of all the men standing around in their silver cloaks, I would give them exactly what they wanted as a good recruit would do.

  Fallon waited on her knees, looking up at me with puffy lips. I released her hair and placed my hands on both sides of her face as I lowered myself on top of her. I wanted to blanket her body with mine. With my mass over hers, the Elders would only see the rise and fall of my ass as I fucked her. She would be my secret. What I tasted, what I touched, what I smelled and got to engulf myself in, would only be mine.

  Mine.

  And I stared at her. I stared at her as if I could eat her whole.

  Fallon was mine, all mine; I would never share her with anyone.

  How beautiful she was in paint the color of water as if she were a siren emerging from the sea. To feel her against my inner thigh hot and ready, my own desire wholly evident with my hard cock ready for more, even as my body still recovered from the mind-blowing blowjob.

  She reached out to touch my face, then pressed her hand to my chest, feeling the heavy thuds of my heart. She sighed and closed her eyes.

  Never had I imagined her skin would be so warm and smooth to my touch or that her dark hair flowing all around her would feel so silky. I had fantasized about Fallon before in my past… but never… never could I have imagined just how fucking amazing she was.

  The canes began to beat against the weathered wood of the porch in demand for more. The Elders were tired of waiting. They wanted action just as much as my cock wanted it.

  We had fucked for them before, and no doubt tonight wouldn’t be the last. But for me… it was different. The primal need to mark her as mine had consumed my every thought and action since the first hand of paint touched her body.

  Canes continued on.

  I couldn’t just lie on top of her, shielding her naked body from their eyes for long.

  Taking action, I traveled my fingers down to her pussy and heard her sharp intake of breath. Still gazing at her, I thrust my finger inside to make sure she was wet and ready. Never removing my devouring gaze from her, I took in every inch of her face to make sure she wasn’t too embarrassed that we had a full audience as I was about to fuck her… again.

  But she was far too gone in the same lust and need as me to feel any embarrassment. I could feel it without a single word spoken. Her only moment of shyness came when I removed my finger and ran her own essence on the plumpness of her lower lip.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” I whispered, though I think the fact was quite obvious.

  Her shyness flew away as she nodded and licked her lips.

  Fresh heat inflamed my body, desire curling inside me. Everything was heightened, all my senses were converging together. Fallon moaned and arched her back as I placed my mouth on her breast, licking the limited amount of flesh not marred with blue paint. My mouth and hands were everywhere, kissing, biting, stroking every inch that had not been touched by another.

  Her gasps and writhing told me I was bringing her desire to a boil that was on the cusp of spilling over with every touch, scorched with every kiss burned, and soon she’d beg for more. She’d scream out my name in need.

  Yes, the Elders would hear her call my name.

  Not Timothy’s.

  The second son.

  She would demand the second son to fuck her.

  It wouldn’t be haint-blue paint chasing away the spirit of my dead brother. It would be the cries of the belle beneath me.

  This Trial was mine. This belle was mine.

  When my lips found the crook of her neck, she parted her thighs wider in invitation.

  With the tip of my dick still poised at the entrance of her tight little hole, I stared intently into her eyes. “It’s just you and me. Just us,” I whispered. “Ignore them. Ignore.”

  She wrapped her arms around me, then cried into my shoulder as I pushed inside her so slowly and with such care that it seemed time had stood still. There was only pleasure, deep radiating pleasure as our bodies merged as one. She put her lips to my neck as I drove deeper and deeper into her. The world became a distant blur shrinking down to just us in this intense and erotic moment. The secret torch I had carried for her for so long, so long had been lit into a furnace and all I could do was let the heat from it burn as it reached its peak.

  And then finally… Fallon howled out my name, over and over.

  My name. Mine.

  Pleasure rippled through me, and long waves erupted from inside as I growled my own climax.

  She wrapped her legs even tighter around me, holding me inside her as we both allowed our bodies to recover. I wanted to savor every last bit of this incredible moment before our reality would sink back in.

  She held me tightly. She dragged her hands up the length of my back and up to my head, threading her fingers through my hair. I could feel her heartbeat hammering in time to mine, thrilled to know that she too had felt the intensity I had experienced.

  With the sound of canes hitting the wooden planks of the porch, I knew the Elders were satisfied.

  Bang after bang as the nightmare returned. The tidal wave of evil came crashing down on our satiated bodies.

  The canes reverberated off the wood, pound after pound.

  Trial complete.

  Not wanting to stand there under watchful eyes any longer, I violently put my cock away, lifted Fallon’s painted body into my arms, and stormed toward the lake to wash this paint off, leaving the ghosts of the Oleander trapped in the haint-blue entrance.

  “Did we pass the Trial?” Fallon asked as she nuzzled her face against me.

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  Fallon

  “Yeah.” His voice was thick as he answered. “I think we passed.”

  I slumped against his chest. “Thank God.” He carried me in the darkness. I wasn’t sure where we were going, but I also didn’t care.

  We’d done it again.

  I’d felt him inside me, and it turned out the first time wasn’t just a fluke. I’d never felt anything like— Sex wasn’t usually— I mean, yes, Jeoffrey and I had slept together, but not very often, and I’d never really found anything that special about it. It was almost a duty to perform, something a good girlfriend did.

  But with Rafe, it was…

  It made me suspect that Jeoffrey and I had never been doing it the right way. That there was always some missing component, a physical act devoid of… well, connection or intimacy.

  All Rafe had to do, though, was touch any part of his skin to mine.

  Then my body lit up in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

  My body flushed with the orgasm he’d given me while deep inside me—another thing I had thought was a myth, along with intimacy during sex. The magazines said that penetrative sex could make women orgasm, but I’d just thought that was more of a fantasy than reality for most women, or that there was something wrong with me and I just didn’t work that way.

  Um. Well, apparently there was a man who could make me come like that.

  And, of course, it had to be Rafe. Because God had a sick sense of humor.

  Still, I couldn’t stop clutching at his neck. If I only had a few more moments of holding him so close, of feeling his chest pressed against my body as he held me while he carried me—

  I sighed, all the fight having been fucked out of me, and slumped against him. For once in my life, I stopped fighting and gave in.

  But then it was always so easy to give in to Rafe. It always had been. He was the one person I ever let slip underneath my concrete walls, and it looked like he still knew the way in, even after all these years.

  I was sure I’d be annoyed as fuck about it in the morning, but for right now? I let out another satisfied breath, releasing all the fear and anger and distress from having all those others touch me.

  Finally, it was just me and Rafe.

  Me, Rafe
, a starlit sky, and soon I heard the lapping sound of the water against the shore. We’d made it to the lake.

  I pressed my ear against Rafe’s chest, wanting to hear his heartbeat. Wanting to feel the life pulsing within him before he put me down. Before I lost his warmth.

  I’d made his tux filthy, but he didn’t seem to care. He hadn’t even hesitated in picking me up. A rush of feelings hit me all at once. Conflicting emotions. Some faraway part deep inside me shouting that this wasn’t safe. That I was only opening myself up to him hurting me again.

  But listening to that voice meant pulling away from him, and I just couldn’t do it yet. Not yet. Just a little longer. A little longer and then I’d remember everything else. All my reasons. My reasons had seemed so important earlier. Reasons to stay away from him. Reasons to always protect myself. To shield myself like a soldier going into battle. Shields up, always, then no one could ever hurt me; they’d never get close enough to stab at my fleshy bits. When they left me, I wouldn’t feel like a gaping abyss had opened up inside my chest that could never be filled by anyone else.

  I’d been so devastated when I’d gotten to the boarding school Mrs. Jackson had paid for me to be sent to in the middle of our senior year. I’d only had a few months left, but she couldn’t allow that. No, I was too dangerous. I was a disaster she had to prevent.

  But after I’d disappeared from Rafe’s world, my life had gone on.

  Did he even ever wonder about me? Did he think about what my life was like, those endless days filled without him?

  The new school had been horrible.

  Wretched.

  I thought California was supposed to be filled with nice, chilled-out surfers and hippie-type people.

  Well, maybe their parents had been hippies and taught at Berkeley, but that didn’t stop their children from being nightmares.

  They were not glad to have a weird goth girl show up in their class at the very end of their high school experience. I was a very unwelcome addition. They did not hesitate in letting me know their feelings on the subject.

  I thought some of the petty bullshit they pulled was only the kind of thing you saw on TV. Some of the boys actually dunked one of the other scholarship kids in the trash can. Like, completely upside down in the trash can, his scrawny leg sticking out. Then they’d knocked the trashcan over.