Page 71 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Fifty-nine

Mallory

I ’m not dumb enough to think I’ll completely get out of this yearly idiotic ritual, but as Nox weaves us through the crowd, I sense something has changed.

He doesn’t want me on display for everyone to witness.

I don’t know what raised his hackles, but since I wasn’t crazy about having to do this in the first place, I’m not complaining about his change of attitude.

Our masks are firmly back in place as we ascend the stairs at the side of the stage, his fingers woven in between mine.

My nerves wreak complete havoc on my insides, and I have to fight off the impending wave of doom wanting to crash over me.

Before crossing into view, he captures me by the waist behind a massive speaker.

His masked forehead lands gently against mine as he holds me.

Trying to infuse the comfort and strength I need to get through this with gentle strokes of his fingers up and down my spine.

“I’ve got you,” he rumbles. “Trust me.”

All the moisture in my mouth has disappeared, so I nod.

Then he’s gone, walking out into the open to address the crowd.

I try to listen to his words as they boom from the speaker next to me, but my panic crests.

The pulse thundering beneath my skin drowns out all other sounds as I deflect the nausea working me over.

My legs are unstable beneath me as I stand there like a deer frozen in the road, headlights racing toward me.

I wobble as my vision doubles, cold sweat erupting across my skin.

Fainting is not an option. Don’t fuck this up for him. Be confident. Be sexy. Not sweaty and weak minded. I chastise myself, but it does nothing to help. I need a new tactic.

Hello… I’m in here too , the darkness inside of me sing-songs.

Emerging from deep within me where I keep her buried beneath my socially acceptable persona.

My eyes fall shut, the memory of standing before the mirror in Randal’s house, covered in blood appears.

Warmth spreads through me, chasing away the fear that had sunken its claws into this forming memory with Nox.

A palm lands on my shoulder, ripping me from reliving the shock on Johnson’s face when I lunged at him with the buck knife.

I whirl around, fist raised. Greyson stares back at me, wide-eyed.

He juts his chin behind me, and when I turn, there stands my Ghost. Body strung tight with concern, hand outstretched and beckoning me to his side.

Fuck sakes, Mal. Get your shit together.

Thankfully, the mask on my face hides my embarrassment well as I stride across the stage. Slipping my hand into Ghost’s, he pulls me to him, crashing us together.

“You okay?” he asks .

“I wasn’t,” I tell him honestly, his hand tightens around mine. “But I’m okay now.”

“You’re sure? We don’t have to do this.” The evergreen of his eyes faintly visible beneath the mesh, pleading for me to be honest.

“Cross my heart, I’m okay.”

“Good, because I’m about to make you scream.”

Oh?

The crowd is eating up the tension he’s weaving by having this intimate moment with me.

Slowly, he leads me toward the throne in the middle of the stage as “ Chokehold ” by Sleep Token begins to play.

Nox slowly spins me, my dress flaring out around my thighs, before he pulls me to him, dipping me back over his arm.

He drags his mask up my chest, between my breasts, and nestles in my neck as he pulls me flush with his hard body.

I push out everything that isn’t him, surrendering myself to the fire he alights within me and the soothing vocals of the music.

“I’m going to fucking devour you, little siren.” he growls, while walking me backwards slowly.

“Yes, please.” He chuckles darkly as the back of my knees hit the extravagantly decorated chair.

The black velvet is soft against my thighs as he pushes me back into it, forcing me to sit.

“Nox, what are you doing? This is your seat, you’re the host…

the king of The Haunt.” The title is ridiculous, but I don’t want him catching flack for changing things up from tradition.

“That’s right,” he rumbles, bracing his tattooed hands on the arms of the chair on either side of me, caging me in.

Anticipation ricochets through me as my cunt throbs to the rhythm of my racing heart.

“I am the King…” He ma kes a show of removing the childish plastic crown and placing it on my head. “Which makes you my Queen.”

If this all wasn’t so silly, it would be romantic. Still, the butterflies flutter wildly in my stomach at the meaning behind his words. I’m his.

“You’re crazy,” I deflect. The crowd has all but silenced, every person undoubtedly wondering what the hell is taking so long.

Nox pulls the mask from his face, dropping it beside us.

The black paint around his eyes has streaked down his cheeks, he looks wild and unrestrained.

“Fuck, you’re so damn breathtaking,” I whisper.

The corner of his mouth quirks up, as his eyes darken in hunger.

Slowly, he unbuttons his bloody police shirt, and I greedily eat him up with my gaze.

He leaves the shirt hanging open as he falls to his knees before me.

The crowd cheers, clearly pleased this show is finally progressing.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he instructs, as both of his hands skim up my thighs and under the hem of my dress.

Nox lifts one of my legs over the arm of the chair, and my hand snaps out to preserve my modesty.

A warning sound rumbles low in his throat, and I reluctantly inch my hand away.

“Don’t you dare fucking look away.” He lifts my other leg over his shoulder, placing his massive body between my spread open cunt and everyone else.

With his eyes locked on mine, his head dips lower, and he breathes me in. Another growl emitting from deep within him. My cheeks are hot beneath the mask, the confined space becoming near claustrophobic. He’s so filthy and depraved, I can’t deny I fucking love it. “Can I take the mask off?” I ask .

“Completely up to you, babe. But you know I love to see your pretty face twisted in ecstasy because of me.”

“Maybe I’ll leave it o—” the words die on my tongue as his swipes through my slit. My back arches off the chair and the sea of bodies erupt in elation, drowning out my shocked cry of pleasure.

“What was that?” he taunts. “Seems like you weren’t quite finished with what you were going to say.”

“Fucker,” I growl. “Now I’m defin—” Again, he licks through me.

Except this time, he doesn’t stop. Nox sets a tortuous rhythm.

Back and forth he laps at me, swirling his tongue around my clit then pressing the flat of it firmly against me as he licks at me, hard.

It’s damn impossible to keep my eyes on him while he has me writhing like a whore against his mouth, but every time I break eye contact, he stops.

I cry out in frustration. Yeah, it’s my fault he stopped, but he doesn’t have to.

He can make me cum with my eyes closed like every time before this one.

I’m being edged by myself, and if I could super glue my eyelids open, I would.

Ghost’s lips seal around my clit, sucking hard. My soul evacuates my body to watch as I buck against his skilled mouth. Strong tattooed hands hold me in place as I scream from the sensation.

I think the crowd is cheering, but I can’t be totally sure.

The pounding of my heart stifles the sound of everything else around me.

One large hand splayed low on my abdomen pins me in place, as he thrusts his fingers into my dripping core with the other hand.

They curl inside me, winding me tighter and tighter.

Don’t look away. Don’t close your eyes. I tell myself.

His green irises bore into the core of my being as he feasts on me, waiting for me to break the connection.

He’s loving this. Bringing me pleasure and torment, getting the ego boost of a lifetime as I grind my wetness on his face.

He loves to fuck with me as much as he loves to fuck me. It’s his favourite pastime, I’m sure.

Fine, let’s play, Ghost.

My hands reach up behind my head, untying the black ribbon that keeps my mask in place. Nox’s eyes widen in surprise as a thrill shoots through me alongside the orgasm I’m trying to ignore. He sucks harder, fucks me faster, and I smile.

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 as she 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.