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Keeping my gaze locked with his, I pull the mask away, dropping it next to his on the stage floor. His brow furrows slightly, and I have to smother the little laugh by sinking my teeth into my bottom lip. The hand on my abdomen snaps upward, encircling my throat. I lean into the pressure, feeling him smile against my skin.

I run my fingers through his shaggy, dark hair, pulling free a groan from within him. The deep vibrations rumble against my sensitive core, and it sets me off. Ghost curls his fingers against that spot inside of me, and I can’t contain the sound of pleasure that erupts from within me. My eyes roll back into my skull as I fall unrestrained through multiple realms of pleasure. Nox starts to pull away, but my hand fists in his hair, and my legs tighten around him, holding him in place.

My dominance snaps something inside him. His slowing fingers pick back up, fucking me ruthlessly into another orgasm before the one I’m in the midst of even ends.

“Who do you belong to?” he snarls.

“You,” I gasp, completely breathless.

Ghost’s fingers twist inside me as he steadily pumps them. His other hand abandoning its grip on my throat to slap my throbbing clit.

“Louder.”

“What?” I heave oxygen into my starved lungs as my head swims, delirious with pleasure.

“Fucking louder, Mallory. Tell them all you belong to me or I’m going to fuck your pussy raw right here on this stage.” He sinks inside me deep enough to press and stroke on my g-spot, and I combust. Crying and writhing for him as he pinches my swollen nub.

“You! I belong to you,” I scream. “I’m yours.”

Ghost’s lips smash against mine, unexpected and brutal as he claims my mouth for all to see. Still, his mountainous form covers my most intimate parts as he gently brings me down from the high. His movements slow, and his touch is featherlight against my oversensitive skin.

“Goddamn right you are, little siren.”

Graves

I pull away from her, taking in her appearance as a whole. She called me breathtaking, but it’s truly her who steals the oxygen from my lungs.

I help her stand, cradling her body against mine. “Told you I’d make you scream,” I whisper against her lips, capturing them with mine briefly.

“Please, gloat more.” A smile pulls at her puffy lips asshe jokingly rolls her eyes at me. Aside from the show we just put on, her flushed skin, and slightly shaking legs are as good a sign as anyone needs that she’s mine. Short of branding my name on her skin, I’ve staked my claim as well as I can now. Anyone who didn’t witness her undoing, will surely hear about it by tomorrow.

Embarrassment sweeps across her face as she observes the crowd. The many pairs of eyes tracking her like a hawk, full of lust and longing, making her uneasy. “Can I have a minute?”

“Is everything okay?” Concern creases my brow as reality sinks into Mal. She’s mortified we did that, and that she liked it.

“Yeah, I just need to take a breather and freshen up a bit.”

I bend, picking up both our masks from where they lay. Passing Mal hers, I say, “Okay… Well, hurry back. I can’t put off this opening night speech for much longer.”

She kisses me quickly, “I wouldn’t miss it, stud. Be right back.” Mal slips her disguise back into place, then she’s gone. Speed-walking down the steps at the side of the stage, and disappearing from view.

Chapter Sixty

Mallory

“That was quite a show you put on, Mallory.” A voice slithers out from the darkness, drawing my attention.

“Excuse me?” I whisper to the shadows.

A hooded figure moves in between the trees, crooking its finger and beckoning me closer. “Do you scream for everyone like that, or just the cop?”

“Do I know you?” I ask, stepping into the forest, and off the path mapped out for attendees. Guess I’ll have to wait to find a spot to tinkle. The line for the portables was so backed up, I debated walking home because it would probably have taken less time.

“No, but I know you.”

“Who are you?” I try to keep my voice calm as trepidation crawls up my spine.

“I’m a friend of Randy’s.” Oh, I’m so fucked.Breathe.