Page 10 of Ghouls and Girth (The Knottiverse: Halloween Monsters #4)

Umar

It worked. She’s still alive. In fact, every time I tilt my hips, she erupts into another orgasm. Her pussy flutters and squeezes my knot, rubbing my cock against my brother’s through the thin barrier of her organs.

She’s too perfect.

Her sob arrows straight to my toes. A full body orgasm rips through me. Their groans vibrate through my bones. I dig my fingertips into her hips as Khalid tightens his grip on the back of my hands.

For long, wonderfully terrible moments, the three of us shiver and shake in delicious agony, each shift sending us into another volley of orgasms, until our omega slumps against my chest. Alarm dampens my euphoria, but her labored breathing ensures me she’s still alive when she falls nonresponsive.

I skim my hand up her body, cradle her head against my pectoral, and adjust her limbs to a more comfortable position before giving my ghoul permission to explore as I run my hands over her.

His rapt study of her echoes the deep devotion in my soul, and I fill my lungs more deeply than I have in centuries.

My ghoul’s hunger no longer roars like a forest fire in my blood. The slight buzzing in the pit of my stomach is so much more manageable.

I meet Khalid’s eyes. The same realization shines from his dark orbs. We take a synced breath and settle into silently worshipping our omega while she lies completely vulnerable between us.

A few minutes later, my head spins as I empty the last seed from my balls.

My knot deflates. So does Khalid’s. Our omega remains ragdoll limp as my brother buries his face between her legs and consumes the first few waves of our combined essences.

Jealousy vibrates from my chest and my mouth waters in anticipation from the delicious aroma.

Her sweetness still lingers in my mouth, but I’ll never get enough of her.

Unwilling to end his feast, my brother fills his palm between licks and ferries the treat up to my mouth. We both groan as I lap up every drop. He repeats the motion. I gorge.

When our graveyard gladiator’s nipples stiffen against my chest, liquid fire seeps into my veins. She whimpers and shifts but doesn’t wake. Tears drip from her eyes and puddle on my filthy chest. Her lips twitch and tilt in a tiny frown.

I bar my left arm around her back and reach human fingers between her legs. Khalid snarls but licks over and around my hand without malice as I coat my fingers with slick and seed. When I dip my digits into her swollen, weeping pussy, a shiver works through all three of us.

Her whimper pulls my attention to her mouth. I curl my fingers inside her before reluctantly pulling them free in a hot, smooth glide. My cock throbs against her stomach, but I ignore it and tilt her head back.

She looks every bit the warrior queen with blood, seed, and sweat slicked over her skin.

I trace her lips with my fingers before parting her teeth and sinking inside.

When I rub our mixed essences onto her tongue, she jolts and closes her mouth around me.

I groan and watch with rapt fascination as she grabs my wrist and devours my offering with impatient strokes of her tongue.

She sucks, licks, and nips me when our taste fades from my hand, so I gather more from the source and bring it to her lips.

After several trips back and forth, she moans and drops her head down onto my chest.

“Stop, please,” she murmurs against my sternum.

Khalid growls and parts her ass cheeks with his massive hands as he dives deeper between her legs. She squeaks and digs her nails into my sides as she tries to evade his tongue.

We hold her right where we want her.

Khalid dips lower. The tip of his tongue brushes against my knot as he flicks her clit.

She squeals and bucks.

“It hurts. Stop,” she sobs.

My brother lifts his head. The entire bottom half of his face glistens from his feast. He crawls up her body, grabs her hair, and twists her head to capture her lips in a savage kiss, sharing the remnants of our rutting with her.

The moment his tongue strokes over hers, she groans and tilts her hips, rubbing her clit along the underside of my trapped cock, and attacks his dripping face with the ferocity of a starving woman.

I chuckle, bouncing her around on top of me, and lick her brow before murmuring against her sweaty flesh.

“We’ve barely started, little ghoulie whore.”

Her entire body stiffens. She stops mid-lick of Khalid’s jaw and pulls her tongue back into her mouth before swinging her attention to my face.

Her fury locks every cell in my body. I cannot move. She commands me with her feminine rage.

“I am not a whore. You took my virginities. Yes, all of them, so you don’t get to call me a whore,” she snarls.

Awe flows through me. My brother’s eyes widen as he processes her words.

Disbelief flashes through me but dissipates before taking root. She’s telling the truth. Despite how liberated females are in this society and how mature her body is, our tiny female with The Sight remained pure until we sullied her.

She’s ours now in all possible ways. We were her first. We’ll be her last.

“Then what do we call you?” I ask.

Her control over me wanes as her fury decreases.

“My name is Daisy,” she says.

“But you’re not a daisy, are you, little one?” Khalid murmurs as he runs his hand through her tangled locks.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

The skepticism in her tone matches the guarded look in her eyes. I grind my teeth as she erects shields within our bond. I hate the distance she puts between us.

“You’re not some delicate flower that wilts and dies the moment someone stomps on it, are you?” My brother purrs.

The tension drains from her body as he pets and pampers her. I join in, eager to soothe and tease every inch of her body and soul.

Khalid continues, “No, you’re a vicious queen with the power to bring monsters to their knees, aren’t you?” He brushes his lips over her earlobe before sneaking his tongue out to lick the sensitive flesh. “You’re our queen. Our curvy country queen.”

She groans and melts on top of me. I tilt my hips and kiss along her jawline as fresh wetness trickles from her pussy.

“Our graveyard gladiator,” I growl against her jugular.

“Our omega,” Khalid whispers into her ear.

“Our mate,” I murmur with a nip to the edge of the savaged flesh on her shoulder. Our marks will never fade from her flesh. In a few years, her body will bear a roadmap of our faithfulness. My brother and I will cover her in claiming marks.

She’ll writhe in ecstasy with every new bite.

“Ours. Forever,” Khalid promises against her nape. Her gasp as he licks the thin, jagged scar across her upper back tests my control.

She wriggles only to freeze when our hard cocks pulse and leak on her back and stomach.

“Wait, I still don’t know your names, and I think I might honestly die if you shove those things inside me again. Virgin, remember?”

Although lust thickens her voice, the edge of panic in her tone cools my ardor enough to rein in the hungry beast ready to pounce on our delicious, vulnerable omega.

“I am Umar. He is Khalid. You will not die. Ever,” I vow with a swirl of my tongue over her collarbone.

Goosebumps rise on her flesh. Liquid fire leaks from my cock. Honey drips from her swollen pussy.

“Wait, what? You’re kidding, right?” she exclaims. Her nails dig into my stomach as she tries to push off my chest.

I growl. Khalid plasters his front to her back and sandwiches her between us.

“He is not. Your life is tied to ours now. We are ghouls. We will roam the earth forever,” my brother says.

Her heart pounds against my chest.

“This is too much. Let me go,” she demands.

Her wriggling pulls a groan from us all.

“Never,” I snarl against her lips.

She breathes in great, shuddering gasps and shakes her head, brushing her mouth over mine. Tears glisten in her eyes.

“This was too much an hour ago. Get off me. Now,” she hisses.

“We can’t, little queen. You are too sweet,” Khalid murmurs against the scar on her shoulder blade.

Icy fury blasts from her, knocking the wind out of me and scrambling my mind. The agony flooding our bond steals every ounce of warmth from my body. My talons and fingers clutch at my chest as a tortured groan leaks from my marrow.

When my senses return, soft, warm, feminine curves no longer fill my arms. I groan and reach for our omega, but grab hard masculine muscles instead.

My brother and I snarl in unison. As the haze clears from our vision, we swing furious eyes toward our female.

She stands with her shoulders hunched forward and an arm wrapped around her midsection as she braces her hip and palm against the ritual table.

We rise, more united than ever before, and square off with our temperamental female.

She cries out and curls forward. Slick splatters onto the floor. Her lilac-scented pheromones blast through my skull. My gums ache and knot throbs.

“What have you done to me?” she gasps.

Fuck.

Omegas go into heat during their holiday. All Hallows’ Eve began several hours ago.

We turned her when the veil between realms is at its thinnest.

She has The Sight. Everything snaps into place when I recall her dismay when she spoke of the cemetery closing after yoga class.

My brother and I maintain a paranormal-free sixty-four-acre lot.

Any creature from The Knottiverse finds themselves at Sathanas’ nonexistent mercy the moment they cross into our domain.

Human spirits belonging to the deceased meet the same end.

We are ghouls. Ferrying souls to The Keeper of Halloween was our only purpose until we captured this tiny female and made her our own.

This tiny female somehow survived the chaos of All Hallows’ Eve. It’s no wonder she wanted the cemetery to stay open all night.

She thought she’d found a sanctuary.

She did, just not in the way she expected.

My brother and I will pleasure, plunder, and protect her until the end of time. She’s our omega. Our curvy country queen. Our graveyard gladiator.

Ours.

Forever.