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Chance

T he sweetest ambrosia coated my tongue, and I rolled it around my mouth, enjoying the flavour of the woman that owned me, mind, heart, body, and soul.

My mind was still attempting to wrap itself around the fact that I had just had my mouth on Kali’s cunt, that I’d devoured her as she rode my face until she came not once, but twice. And I’d done that to her.

My cock twitched painfully. It was so hard, so heavy with desire, that I swore it was about to fall off if I didn’t put it inside her soon. Luckily, it was clear that I wasn’t the only one suffering. She may have orgasmed twice, but she was still so eager and ready for more.

Fuck, I loved her. And I loved how she couldn’t get enough of me, just like I couldn’t get enough of her.

How was this even happening? How was this ever real?

Every teenage dream, every adult fantasy I had ever had, had revolved around her, and here she was, soaked and throbbing and swollen from my tongue, and she wanted more .

The sound that tore from me was animalistic. Feral. I needed her more than I had ever needed anything or anyone before. And the realisation that I could have her almost made my cock explode, and neither of us had even touched it yet.

The look in her eyes as her gaze dipped lower, the way her pupils blew out and her chest rose and fell faster as she took in the weeping head and straining shaft, told me we would be rectifying that any second now.

‘I want to taste you too, Chance, but I don’t think I can wait,’ she admitted, her voice tense with the effort of holding herself back. That wouldn’t do. That wouldn’t do at all .

‘We have forever to explore each other, Kali. Right now, I need to feel you clenching around my cock as I drive myself as deep inside you as I can reach.’

Her head nodded up and down so fast that I worried she would give herself whiplash – could ghosts even get whiplash?

And then she was on me. The chill of her body was slightly disconcerting since I was used to heat, but there was no heat in our bodies anymore.

We didn’t have blood pumping through our veins, nor did we need to regulate our internal temperatures.

But once I got used to it, I realised I liked it.

It was different, and certainly not how I had imagined my first time with Kali would feel, but it was perfect.

It was us.

Her breasts pressed against my chest as she tipped her chin up to capture my lips with hers.

The kiss was unhurried despite the desperate need coursing through us both to join our bodies fully.

I was momentarily dumbstruck by the ferocity with which she threw herself at me, and it was all I could do to catch her and hold her to me, taking her weight into my arms. She was the one who wrapped her legs around my waist and notched my cockhead at her entrance.

She was the one who sank down, uniting us in a way I never thought would become a reality.

She didn’t waste another moment. There was no letting her adjust. Instead, she impaled herself on my cock all the way to the base, her cunt gripping me so tightly that my vision whited out. I didn’t stumble, though. My feet weren’t on the ground, and gravity had no bearing on us here.

Wherever here was… But that was a mystery for a later time, when the woman I had loved from afar for so long was finally bouncing herself up and down on my thick, hard shaft.

‘Oh, fuck!’ I shouted, the sensation of her wrapped around me in every way almost too much for my poor little dead heart to bear.

‘Yes,’ she hissed, then took my bottom lip between her teeth and sucked it into her mouth. She held me in place, the tips of our noses brushing as her gaze captured mine and trapped me in place. All I could do was hold her as she pushed herself onto me over and over again.

‘I’m not going to last,’ I warned her, gritting my teeth as I feebly attempted to stave off my impending orgasm.

‘Come inside me, Chance. Paint my womb with your cum. I want to keep you inside me forever.’

It was more than I could take. Her words tipped me over the edge, and my cock swelled bigger than it ever had before, wedging myself even tighter inside her before spurt after spurt of my seed pulsed from my hole to make its home deep within her core.

I screamed out my release, and she finally released my lip from her teeth to do the same.

Her orgasm prolonged my own, the fluttering of her walls switched off any remaining brain function right before she clenched down on me so hard she sucked me in further, and it felt like she was trying to tear my dick right off my body and make her cunt its new home.

The mere thought of being inside her forever set off another, smaller orgasm, but it was no less powerful.

We shuddered against each other, Kali clinging to my frame while my hands held her in place as I cupped her pert ass, a perfect handful in each palm.

My hips jerked involuntarily with the aftershocks of my climax, wedging me deeper inside her.

She moaned, her forehead tipping against my shoulder as she continued to slowly rock against me.

Neither one of us attempted to pull away, my cock nestled inside her like it was where it was always meant to be.

‘I love you so fucking much,’ I said, my voice barely higher than a whisper.

‘I love you, too, Chance. I can’t even tell you how much.

’ She pulled back to level me with a serious look, her blue eyes like two spheres of ice that pinned me in place.

‘I can’t begin to say how sorry I am. For everything.

Words will never be enough, but I can show you.

I promise, from here on out, I will do everything in my power to prove to you how much I love you and how sorry I am.

I never should have chosen Blake. It always should have been you. ’

I winced at the reminder of my little brother. The man who had not only stolen Kali from me all when we were teenagers, but had kidnapped, tortured, and killed her. And others.

And me …

Nothing could have prepared me for that blow, but I couldn’t bring myself to be too upset right now. Not when I had Kali in my arms, both of us still joined in the way only a man and a woman could.

‘You have nothing to apologise for, goddess. We both fucked up by keeping our feelings a secret. What happened with Blake… I…’ I paused, those old insecurities pushing forward, demanding to be acknowledged.

I let myself slide out of her wet channel.

I dropped her back to her feet and put some distance between us, not because I wanted to – every atom of my being screamed at me to hold onto her and never let her go – but because I needed the answer to this question more if I was ever going to move past it.

My voice cracked with emotion as I asked the question that had haunted me for the entirety of my adult life. ‘Why him, Kali? Why Blake?’

Her shoulders drooped, and she caved in on herself like she didn’t want to think about it, but this was a conversation long overdue. I couldn’t back down. Not now that I’d laid myself bare in front of her, my vulnerabilities exposed for her to do with as she pleased.

‘Do you remember the first time you invited me over to your house?’

I nodded. ‘That was the first time you two met.’

‘I thought when you asked me over, inviting me into your space, introducing me to your family, that we were finally going to move past our friendship into something more. But then… well, you sort of ignored me. I kept trying to get your attention, to brush up against you, anything to get you to see me as more than a friend, but it was like I was suddenly invisible to you. I didn’t know what changed, and everything went back to normal between us the next day, but I couldn’t shake the certainty that you didn’t want me the way I wanted you. ’

‘Kali…’ I started, but she cut me off with a shake of her head.

‘No, let me finish.’

I slammed my mouth shut and waited for her to continue, my heart bleeding as I raged internally at how stupid and oblivious I had been as a teenager. She’d been right there , and I’d let her slip away like sand through my fingers.

‘When I left, I sat outside and cried. Blake found me. He sat with me. He didn’t ask what was wrong, didn’t try to make me explain myself.

He just held me. Then he told me I was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and whoever made me cry like that didn’t deserve me.

He made me feel seen, and I guess I sort of just… latched onto that.

‘He made it clear that he wanted me, and it felt good to be wanted.’

I let her explanation settle inside me, my own inaction a festering wound that her words ripped open with cutting precision. But there was one thing I still wanted, no, needed to know.

‘Did you love him?’

Her smile was sad, and it told me everything I needed to know without the words that came out of her mouth next, the very words I dreaded and tore my heart straight from my chest. ‘Yes. I did love him.’

I swallowed thickly. ‘More than me?’ I joked weakly, but it didn’t have the effect I expected. It seemed to set her off, and she glared. But I could tell that it wasn’t directed at me. She was suffering through her own traumas, dredging them up just for me.

But when she turned the full force of her anger on me, it took my breath away. She rounded on me, closing the distance until I felt like I was simultaneously as small as an ant and as tall as a mountain. I preened under her attention and wilted beneath her rage.

‘I have never loved anyone the way I love you, Chance. What I felt for Blake was but a fraction of what I feel for you. What I’ve always felt for you.

No one, not even Blake, could compare to you.

What I had with him, at least for me, was nothing more than a band-aid on the gaping wound that you left behind.

He was my attempt to get over you when I thought we would never be more than friends, but you have always been it for me, Chance.

And fuck me for ever making you doubt that. ’

And with that one speech, she reconstructed my entire being.

The truth in her words, her open expression, the way she was so angry at herself for everything we had missed out on, the pain of choosing the wrong path, filled in every hole, smoothed out any imperfection, until I felt more whole than I ever had while I was alive.

In one fell swoop, she had dissipated all of my insecurities, answered any question, and batted away all of my lingering doubts.

This woman was mine just as much as I was hers.

But the feelings of warmth and sheer joy her declaration had brought forth were quickly doused when another voice interrupted the moment. A voice I recognised well from the spirit box, right before he’d tossed it at us and smashed it against a tree.

‘I thought I told you, she’s mine.’