Page 18 of All Ghosts Aren’t Dead (The Forgotten #1)

BLUE

D addy threw me over his shoulder like I weighed nothing.

One second, I was kissing him in the infirmary, clinging to his neck like my life depended on it, and the next, I was dangling upside down, half-laughing, half-melting into whatever fire had taken over his body.

“Daddy—”

“Mine,” he growled the word like it was carved straight from his chest.

It struck something low in me, something stupid and shivery.

He stalked out of the infirmary without another word. Anyone who looked our way—anyone who thought about speaking—got a death glare so feral I thought even the walls would flinch.

I giggled.

Daddy’s room was in the old tower. We climbed the steps fast, his boots thudding one after the other.

Boom.

Boom .

Boom.

I bounced slightly with each step, heart stuttering in rhythm with his. The pulse in his neck fluttered when I craned upward and kissed it.

By the time he reached the top, I was squirming in his arms, breathless with want. He shouldered the door open like it had insulted him and tossed me onto the bed.

I landed in the middle, breath punching out of me, grinning like a lunatic. My sweater rode up around my ribs.

His eyes darkened.

I reached for him with both hands, the gauze still wrapped around my skin—his stitches warm beneath it. I ached in a way I didn’t have words for. There was just… pressure, heat, and a sharp, fluttery tightness in my stomach.

“Please,” I whispered.

He prowled forward like he was still deciding which part of me to taste first. His eyes didn’t even blink, just traced every inch of my body like he was storing all its angles in his brain.

The mattress dipped under his weight, first with the press of his knee, then with the solid thump of his palm by my head. My nostrils flared against his scent. Clean soap cut through with something darker—heat and skin and the promise of violence held barely in check.

Yes, please, Daddy.

My body tightened.

“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he whispered.

“I do,” I breathed. “I want to be yours.”

He came down over me then, not crushing, but claiming. His weight pressed down on me like gravity had finally figured out its purpose.

My legs fell open at his touch, fingers crawling up the inside of my thigh.

“All this,” he muttered, voice rough as gravel, “and you don’t even realize what you do to me.”

A moan slipped past my lips when his mouth brushed my jaw. Strong fingers trailed across my body, gripping the hem of my sweater. Daddy pushed it up my stomach, baring my chest.

I gasped as he kissed my throat. “I’ve never been touched like this before. Not ever. But I want it. I’m hard, Daddy. Do you—do you feel it?”

He froze, just for a second.

Then he ground his hips into mine, and holy hell, he felt it.

His cock was hard too, thick and straining against the rough fabric of his pants. The pressure of it slid against mine, and I whimpered. The moment our cocks touched, a bolt of electricity shot through me, straight down my spine.

Again. Again. Again.

“I feel everything, baby. Every inch of you. Every sweet little sound you make. Every part of you that aches for me.”

I arched into him like I didn’t know how not to.

“Bay showed me stuff.” My breath caught. “Videos.”

His head lifted sharply, and he looked down at me with his pupils blown wide and mouth set like he was trying not to lose control.

“Baby,” he groaned. “I fucking love that you have friends. I do. But if you ever have questions about sex again, you come to me. You hear me?”

I nodded fast. “Yes, Daddy.”

His fingers grazed the inside of my thigh again, then stilled.

“You know you can say stop,” he said, the words thick with restraint. “Anytime. For any reason. Your voice will always matter. Your limits are important.”

I blinked up at him. My heart did a weird little twist in my chest.

“You too, Daddy,” I said. “You can say stop, too.”

His face went still, like I’d touched some old wound he didn’t know how to hide. His mouth opened like he meant to speak, but then he kissed me instead.

Hard.

Desperate.

Grateful.

He kissed me like he was starving.

There was heat and hunger and the press of his body sinking deeper into mine until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. Rough palms skimmed up my ribs. I gasped, hips twitching upward as he peeled the fabric off, breaking our kiss just long enough to tug it over my head and toss it aside.

Then his mouth was back on me—my throat, collarbone, and that tender spot just below my ear that made my breath stutter. He bit down on the soft skin of my chest, not hard enough to break skin but enough to leave a mark.

Claim me. Claim me. Claim me.

He did it again, a little lower this time. Bruises bloomed beneath his teeth and scattered across my skin like kisses in a secret language.

With the tip of his tongue, he traced my nipple, slow and teasing. I cried out, fingers threading through his curls, and tugging.

“Daddy,” I whispered, squirming beneath him.

He hummed like it pleased him, like the word soaked into his skin and made something settle deep inside his chest.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, lips brushing my jaw as he said it. “You know that?”

I didn’t, not really, but I let him say it.

I even believed him.

His hands moved lower, fingertips dragging down my sides, following the lines of my stomach.

When he palmed the bulge in my pants, I arched so hard my back left the mattress. My legs wrapped tighter around his waist.

“You’re so hard for me,” he breathed, voice wrecked. “So needy.”

“I—I can’t help it, Daddy. I want you so much. Is that… okay?” I panted. “Can I have more touches, Daddy? Please .”

“Oh, baby.” He sat back on his knees, hands going to the waistband of my pants. “Beg like that again and you can have whatever the fuck you want.”

I lifted my hips for him without thinking. Daddy made a sound and tore at my pants, tugging until they were past my feet. He tossed them over his shoulder with a growl. Cool air hit my thighs. My cock sprang free, flushed and aching. He bent his head and pressed a kiss just above the base of it.

I nearly passed out.

“Mine,” he said again.

His hand closed around me, fingers wrapping tight like he meant to claim every inch. I choked on a moan, and my thighs started to shake.

“Look at you,” he rasped, stroking me in long, measured pulls. “You’re being so good for me.”

“Good,” I gasped.

Good. Good. Good.

“That’s right. My good boy. My pretty baby.”

A bead of liquid welled at the tip of my cock—slick and trembling down the pulsing vein.

Daddy groaned like something deep inside him had snapped loose. “Already leaking for me, Blue baby?”

“I—I can’t help it.”

“You better fucking not.” He dipped his head and licked it up possessively, like everything attached to me now belonged to him.

Ohmygodyes.

“You taste like Heaven, sweetheart.” His eyes flicked up, pupils blown wide, jaw tense with restraint. “Made just for me .”

I was.

I had to be—every nerve ending, every pulse, every broken, trembling part of me.

Daddy pressed his nose into the soft skin just below my balls and nuzzled there, inhaling my scent, like I was oxygen and he needed to breathe me in from the root.

“Fuck, I want to live here.”

His breath whispered across my heated skin.

Mouth open and breath hot, he worshiped the inside of my thighs, biting and kissing across the skin, using deft fingers to tug at my sack.

My cock hurt , twitching and glistening with a liquid that made Daddy ravenous.

“Please,” I begged.

“You need something, sweetheart?”

“A—a blow job?” I asked, cheeks flushing. “Do you know what that is, Daddy? It’s when you?—”

“Yes, baby,” he chuckled. “I know what that is.”

His body came over me then, and he gripped my jaw between his thumb and forefinger, leveling me with a hard stare. “How the fuck do you know what it is?”

“I watched a video.” I frowned. “Was that… bad?”

“No, sweetheart, it’s not bad. You’re never bad.” He pressed kisses along my jaw. “I just can’t handle the thought of your sweet angel mouth on any man’s cock but mine.”

“No, thank you,” I whispered. “Just yours.”

Daddy’s smile returned, darker now. He released my jaw, hands trailing down the sides of my body to grip my hips, holding them firmly in place.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his breath ghosting over my cock. Shivers rolled down my spine, my toes curling against cool sheets as Daddy’s lips closed around the tip, tongue swirling.

I moaned.

“Ohmyholyshit.”

He took his time, teasing me with slow strokes of his tongue, humming softly. His throat vibrated, sending little jolts of pleasure through my balls.

“Daddy.” My hips twitched. “Please, more.”

“Fuck, I love when you beg.”

Flicking his tongue over my slit, he groaned, then sucked my cock deep into his throat. His curls tickled the edges of my hips, making my stomach muscles contract.

Slipping his hands under my butt, he lifted my hips so he could take me deeper, working me up and down.

I squirmed, whimpering and whining, thrusting against his tongue. “Please. Please. Please.”

I didn’t know what I was begging for, not really.

I just… needed. Desperately.

He pulled his mouth away, and I started to beg, but then his fingers were around my cock, lifting it from my body so he could suck on my balls.

“Daddy.” My voice broke, and I felt him smile against my skin just before he flicked his tongue over the underside of my cock.

“Look at my needy baby,” he murmured. “Legs wide open and cock weeping. Does it hurt, Blue baby?”

I whimpered, nodding. “It hurts so good, Daddy. I want it to stop, but not really. Please , don’t stop. I need?—”

“Hush.” He moved forward, nibbling at my bottom lip before plunging his tongue into my mouth. “Taste that, needy baby? That’s you . My goddamn addiction. Daddy’s gonna need this every night now.”

“Are—are you needy too, Daddy?”

“Baby, I’m fucking obsessed.” He sucked my lip into his mouth and released it with a popping sound. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“Good boy.”

He kissed my cheek and sat up, reaching one hand behind him to tug off his shirt.

The muscles in his stomach rippled with the breath he took, and I lifted a shaky hand, using my pinky finger to trace along every line and divot.

His chest was broad, marked with faint scars and shadows that whispered pain.

I touched those, too. “You’re beautiful, Daddy.”

His chest rose slowly. Something flickered across his face, and then his fingers were on my cheek. “Sweetheart.”

He started to climb off me then, and I moved to follow, my body chasing his instinctively.

He pressed his palm to my chest. “Stay right there, Blue baby.”

I started to tremble. “Don’t leave. Please, don’t leave .”

“Ah, sweetheart. I’m not leaving. I’m getting closer.”

Hooking his thumbs into his waistband, he shoved. His slacks fell to the floor. There was a wet spot on his undies where the tip of his cock was, and the urge to put my mouth over it hit me so swiftly, I groaned.

“Daddy.”

“I know, needy baby. I’m coming.”

His thighs flexed as he moved, veins rising beneath skin as he kicked his undies somewhere behind him.

His cock curved toward his stomach, heavy and flushed, leaking at the tip.

I reached out, curious and shaking, but he caught my hand in his, lifting it to his mouth so he could kiss across my knuckles.

“Not yet, baby.”

He came back over me, one leg on either side of my hips. Wrapping one large hand around us both, he gripped tight like he wanted us to come undone together.

Each stroke was measured and maddening and ohmygod.

His cocked pulsed against mine, hot and wet. I gripped his wrist with both hands, following his strokes while I whimpered.

“You feel that?” he whispered against my neck. “That’s us. That’s how we fit.”

I nodded, too far gone to speak. My legs shook. My breath stuttered. I saw stars behind my eyelids. A low, wrecked sound tore from Daddy’s throat, and I realized it was my name.

Not Blue.

Bailey…

… whispered like a vow.