Page 9 of Ghouls and Girth (The Knottiverse: Halloween Monsters #4)

Khalid

I relish the puny human’s panic and horror as my ghoul grabs his ankles and lifts him into the air. Upside down, he yells and swings, but my arms are double the length of his. With only my human form visible to him, he screams and pisses when my ghoul lifts him impossibly high.

I slice off his offending appendage before his urine soils my clothes. The severed flesh plops to the ground. Blood rains down his front.

My omega’s scent wafts from his clothes.

He touched what isn’t his.

She’s mine. She belongs to me and my brother.

My ailing brother. He needs her.

So do I.

My omega’s terrified eyes glimmer up at me as she lifts her shoulders off the ground with shaking arms. The lash marks on her shoulders, back, and ass create dark stripes on her pale skin even in the shadows.

I lift the man higher and cut off his right hand with a single savage swipe. He screams and chokes on his pain. I grab his left arm with my human hand and cleave his wrist.

He will never touch my curvy little country bumpkin ever again.

She uses the tombstone to rise to her feet. Coated in our seed and smeared with our blood, the female carrying my and my brother’s partial bond stands in all her naked glory—except for socks and a single boot—and commands my ghoul with a piercing look.

He understands her need for retribution.

With her attacker’s guilty appendages twitching on the lawn and crimson spurting from his flailing body, I spin him around to face my omega.

He calls out to her. Sobs. Begs.

She shifts her gaze to his and steps forward. Her bare breasts gleam in the faint light, and the weeping thatch of hair between her legs fills me with urgency. The sounds of her friends and family shouting from far away barely register as she reaches out to me.

My lungs seize as she wraps delicate fingers around my wrist.

Not my human wrist. The gory wrist attached to gnarled digits and lethal talons.

Evil adoration sweeps through me when she uses me as her weapon. With vicious delight, she stabs a talon into each of his eyes before stepping around him and raking all five down his back. His clothes and skin shred like paper. Muscles and tendons split. Bones chip.

She leans against my side and guides my stark white hand down his back again.

Organs burst. Blood spills.

She drives my talons between his ribs like knives.

He jerks, gurgles, and dies.

Wicked satisfaction shines from Daisy’s eyes. She ensured his death was as excruciating and humiliating as possible.

She is perfect.

Footsteps thump toward us. I drop the corpse, scoop my female off her feet, and stride deeper into the cemetery.

With the riffraff sorted and soft feminine curves pressed against my chest, the pain pulsing behind my breastbone roars to life. The teeth marks she left on my fingers stab poisoned darts into my decrepit heart.

She smells divine. If I hadn’t tucked my dick back into my pants before I left the crypt, I’d be knot deep inside her. I long to pin her to the nearest headstone and retaste the terrible grip of her pussy around my cock, but I can’t.

Umar’s growing weakness infects my soul with panic. I growl and quicken my pace up the hill toward the family tomb as my female’s friends and family find the mess we left behind. The sounds of their wailing, retching, and screaming drown out the opening and closing of the crypt door.

Standing in the stone room, I train my ears for sounds of movement. My brother’s silence is the most terrifying thing I’ve heard in millennia. Still sitting with his back propped on the wall, his blood-and-sludge-covered forms flicker in the colorful lights.

The tiny female in my arms clings to my collar and stifles a sob behind her hand. Her entire body shakes. Fresh slick gushes down my side.

Umar groans and licks his lips. His ghoul blinks white eyelashes over pinpricked pupils.

I snarl and stalk to his side before pressing our omega’s breasts to the stained-glass window above his head and parting her thighs around his shoulders.

“Feast, brother,” I demand.

She hisses and presses her palms against the window, but her strength is no match for mine.

I trail the tips of my talons up the back of her legs and nick the edge of her bikini line.

Her squeak and snarl test my control. I sink human fingers into her pussy.

She gasps and writhes; my cock throbs and leaks in my trousers.

My brother’s tongue laves over my knuckles. We groan. I curl my digits, fuck them in and out of her a few times, then smear her arousal over her ass.

She jerks and squeals as Umar seals his mouth over her sex. I fist her hair and yank her face to my throat.

“Give me a proper mark,” I snarl.

Umar finds a sensitive spot. She opens her mouth to scream. I push her head harder against my neck.

She bites. My entire body jerks from the terrible pleasure. Our partial bond leaps between us.

My brother sinks his teeth into her inner thigh. Their bond vibrates. She grinds her teeth deeper into my throat.

I snarl, pull her head away, and shove her onto Umar’s lap.

She gags and turns her head to the side.

His torso knits itself together, but the vision of his organs visible through the gaps is one of the most gruesome sights I’ve seen in my lifetime.

Even so, she will not disrespect my brother with her antics.

His long fingers wrap around her perfect hips and guide her pussy over the length of his hard cock. She sobs behind her hand.

I pluck her nipple, smack her ass, and pull her head back. She shudders and moans as my ghoul traces her curves with his knuckles. The light flickers over her seed-and-tear-stained features. Feral need outshines the terror in her eyes, but the salty fluid seeping from her lashes relays her misery.

“Take him, Daisy. All of him,” I snarl.

She shakes her head. I twist my fingers in her hair and give her head a shake.

“You don’t have a choice, little country queen. You’re ours,” I sneer.

I lift her with my grip on her locks. Umar fits the head of his cock to her pussy. His ghoul eyes stare unblinkingly down at her twisted features. Her breasts heave as her breaths saw in and out of her lungs. Crimson wells around her fingertips as she digs her nails into my brother’s shoulders.

Umar spears her onto his cock. Her mouth opens on a silent scream.

I can’t resist. I plunder the depths of her mouth with demanding sweeps of my tongue as my ghoul licks her forehead and temple until my brother’s low, ancient curse vibrates through my bones.

He needs her mark before his ghoul takes over.

I rip my face away from hers and lower her mouth to the well of his shoulder.

She bites him with the ferocity of a cornered animal, piercing her teeth into his muscle with savage intensity.

Umar snarls and pistons his cock in and out of her pussy.

Slick gushes from her in waves, washing away the gore coating their legs.

She throws her head back and gouges my brother’s chest. I rip my suit off and shuck my robes faster than I ever have before.

My cock leaks, so I angle it over her back, needing more of my scent on her as my brother fucks her with wild abandon.

He yanks her down, but the tight ring of her channel denies his partially inflated knot entrance into her body.

I wedge my hand between them and stroke her clit.

She squeals and jackknives. Umar lifts her halfway off his cock.

I grab her shoulder and circle the hard nub above her opening. Wetness spurts from her impaled pussy.

Together my brother and I shove her down onto him as he fucks up into her. Her scream cuts off as he expands behind her pubic bone, locking their bodies together and trapping his seed inside her womb.

Even with my unfulfilled lust and incomplete bond, triumph soars through me as their souls meld. Their perfect connection fills me with awe.

I need my teeth in her nape and my knot in her body.

Now.

With impatient hands, I push our omega forward, flattening her breasts on my brother’s chest, and give her clit a punishing stroke before pulling my hand out from between their bodies.

I straddle my brother’s legs and kneel behind her. They groan in unison as I explore their joined sex with my fingers. I scoop up handfuls of her slick and coat my cock before pressing two fingers into her asshole.

She sobs and bites Umar’s chest. His eyes roll to the back of his head in bliss even as his ghoul trails surprisingly gentle talons over her back.

Possessive fury tilts me toward mania at the sight of another male’s marks on her body. A few of the welts on her back and ass bleed. I lean down and capture the trickles of crimson on my tongue.

Her taste bursts through my skull.

My control snaps. I rear up, sink my teeth into her nape, and replace my fingers with the first half of my cock.

She’s too tight. Too wet. Too perfect.

Blinding white light spears through my brain as our bond snaps to full strength.

I thrust my hips and snarl as her asshole squeezes my shaft so hard my head spins.

My brother’s knot pulses inside her. Liquid fire escapes my balls.

I bite her shoulder harder and wrap my hands over my brother’s on her hips.

With a brutal surge, I bury the rest of my cock inside her. My knot balloons.

Her entire body contracts, clamping down on Umar and me as we claim our female.

I lift my head and flick my tongue over her savaged flesh.

Blissed out as my brother and I fill her with our seed and marvel at the bonds glowing between the three of us, I groan and nip her ear until she extracts her teeth from Umar’s chest.

Wonder flows through me.

She survived. I threatened to sever my consciousness and leave my brother to wander alone for eternity if he chose her over me. The risk of losing him to his feral ghoul again was too much, but he proved me wrong.

She’s ours. Our curvy country queen. Our omega.

Our salvation.

Without her, we were nothing. We ghosted through the years with no purpose. We feasted on rotting human flesh and ushered souls to Sathanas, but it gave us no pleasure.

Now we have her to ravage, pamper, and worship.

Together.

Forever.