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Mortimer

M y cock ached painfully as I watched the scene unfold before me.

I was hard all throughout their declarations of love, the sexual tension between them a physical thing that even managed to touch me, and I climaxed with my ghost girl both times the man’s mouth made her come.

Still, I remained stiff and needy, my entire body throbbing in time with his thrust when they finally came together.

Even now, I was still hard and ready, eager to take the woman I had claimed as my own. And yet, despite already having informed the man of my claim, he still dared to fuck her right in front of me.

But that wasn’t what had pissed me off. Their coupling was the hottest thing I had ever seen, and, surprisingly, it didn’t chafe the way I thought it would.

No, what truly sent me into a rage was the way they held each other so tenderly, the love between them so blatantly obvious for anyone to see.

They were so wrapped up in each other that neither of them had even noticed I was here, and that was unacceptable.

I was not the kind of monster that would be sidelined without a fight.

The whole scene made me realise something I wasn’t willing to admit, yet they were forcing me to regardless.

I might have claimed Kali for myself, but she hadn’t accepted that claim.

Not yet, anyway. But more than that, she wasn’t truly mine.

I held no real power over her, yet there she stood, wrapped around her lover with his cock still buried inside her where mine had been not so long ago, clinging to each other and irrevocably tying their souls together, and I wasn’t a fucking part of it.

She held all the power here, and I wasn’t used to it.

I didn’t like it. I held more strength in the tip of my pinkie finger than both of them combined, and yet, she was the one who had burrowed herself so deeply beneath my skin and hooked herself in place so securely that removing her would be like cutting off a limb.

Somehow, she had become an essential part of my being, and I had no fucking idea what to do with that.

For some inexplicable reason that I couldn’t even begin to fathom, my heart lurched when the man let her down and put space between them, his expression downcast and guarded while hers twisted with unrestrained rage.

What the fuck had he done?

Fury like I had never felt before had me surging forward, and without me making the conscious decision, I was storming towards them, ready to defend her. Against him? For him? Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I forced myself to stop before I inserted myself in a situation I had no place being in.

If I shoved my way between the two, I could end up making a fool of myself.

A concept that was completely foreign to me, and something I had never cared about before.

I was uncomfortable with how much I did care all of a sudden, so I did the only thing I could think to do and shut that shit down.

However, while I was stuck in my head, I completely missed their argument.

They had come to some sort of resolution, and they inched closer as if to return to their embrace at any moment.

Witnessing them gaze lovingly into each other’s eyes set off an explosion inside my chest. Something that felt remarkably like jealousy and possession.

My back-and-forth emotions were giving me whiplash, and it was the only explanation I could give myself for what I did next.

‘I thought I told you, she’s mine.’

Both of them whipped around at the sound of my voice, and I knew it shouldn’t have shocked me, but I was simultaneously pleasantly surprised and immensely annoyed when he stepped protectively in front of her.

‘Who are you?’ he demanded, his voice strong, stronger than it should have been this soon after his disrespectful burial.

‘I’m your worst fucking nightmare if you don’t get your filthy fucking hands off what’s mine,’ I growled out, stalking towards him with my deadliest glare fixed in place.

Kali pushed forward then, putting herself in front of her little boyfriend with her own glare ready to burn me to ash.

‘Morty,’ she said in greeting, the conversational tone and the nickname in direct opposition to her protective stance and wary scowl.

I was stunned into silence at the way she’d shortened my name, like we were more familiar with each other than we were.

But I liked it. A warmth seared in the centre of my chest at the prospect that perhaps we weren’t as far away from her accepting me as I’d thought.

‘ Morty?’ the man asked, disbelief colouring his tone.

My eyes snapped to his, all the previous warmth I felt dissipating in an instant at the new nickname coming from his mouth. It only felt right coming from my ghost girl.

‘His name is Mortimer,’ she explained to him, though she kept her sights set firmly on me.

‘What a name…’ he mumbled under his breath, earning a scathing slap from Kali. Her defence of me and my name put out the fire his insolence had sparked just as quickly as the match was struck. This woman…

‘And how do you know him?’ the other man asked, and I took great pleasure in the strain in his voice. Perhaps I wasn’t the only one here who was so obsessively possessive over my ghost girl. A problem that would need to be rectified. And promptly.

‘He’s… well…’ she stammered, and I wondered how she would explain me. ‘He’s sort of stalking me, I guess.’

I blinked.

He blinked.

Kali’s head whipped back and forth as her gaze bounced between us, her bottom lip caught distractingly between her teeth. My thoughts bled of anything that didn’t revolve around what I wanted to do to that lip, and I found myself leaning forward, ready to replace her teeth with my own.

The ghost cleared his throat, also caught up in the beautiful sight, and it snapped me out of the spell she had woven so expertly over me.

My cock protested with a sharp twitch, desperate to push inside her once again, but I couldn’t let those thoughts win.

I had never let my dick overrule my thoughts and actions before, and I certainly wasn’t about to let it start now.

Fuck. This wasn’t me. I needed to get a hold of myself.

‘I’m merely ensuring the well-being of what belongs to me,’ I stated simply.

I bristled at her scoff.

‘I don’t belong to you,’ she said, almost convincingly, but with the way she fell apart around my cock, we both knew that wasn’t true.

‘I’ve already claimed you, Kali,’ I said, deciding that using her name would be more prudent for getting my point across. I wasn’t an unreasonable monster.

She huffed, exasperated. ‘You can’t claim a person, Morty.’

I arched a brow and tipped up the corners of my lips into a knowing smirk. ‘No?’

She hesitated, probably sensing that she was going to lose this argument. Still, she held her ground, and my cocked twitched at her bratty glare. I wanted to plunge my cock into her mouth and fuck the expression right off her face.

‘No.’

I chuckled, but it wasn’t a humorous sound. It was taunting, full of every dark promise my claim had made. She wanted to learn the hard way? Fine. I was going to enjoy bending her to my will.

‘Perhaps,’ I began, slowly floating closer, enjoying the way her breath hitched and her eyes widened at my approach, ‘you have forgotten that your little boy toy can’t help you, my sweet, na?ve ghost girl.’

Her scowl deepened, but she didn’t back away as I planted myself before her, barely a breath between us.

She looked up at me, eyes so wide and vulnerable that I felt the need to sully her stronger than ever.

I wanted to erase the light inside of her until there was nothing left but the shadows, so she could spend eternity with me inside of them.

Yet, much to my confusion, the thought of dimming any part of her caused a physical pang to shoot throughout my body, the power of which was so intense it almost crippled me where I stood. What was this girl doing to me?

‘You don’t own me,’ she tried again, but her petulance only succeeded in turning me on even more.

I wanted to bend her over my knee and spank her bratty little ass.

I wondered if now she had ascended to a higher state of being her ass would turn red, or if she wasn’t yet powerful enough for that. I was more than willing to find out.

Breaking her until she submitted to me was going to be the highlight of my existence, second only to when she did so without being told.

I had a feeling she would always have a bratty streak, however.

She didn’t like not being in control, so I would need to show her that any control she handed over to me would be her choice, so much so that she would hold all the power regardless of how I manipulated her body and her pleasure.

Fuck, I was so hard my cock was weeping .

I could already tell that if my clothes were no longer in the way, a string of clear, sticky fluid would be waiting.

I didn’t even care if the other man bore witness.

In fact, the thought of him watching me fuck my ghost girl almost sent my over the edge.

It was so hot that my shadows thrashed and writhed like they were trying to get away from the heat.

Or, perhaps, they were simply eager to join in.

They twitched against me, reaching out for Kali before snapping back to me as I used every ounce of my willpower to keep them under control.

They wanted to wrap around her, bind her, and pin her down so I could do with her as I pleased. But not yet. She would have to earn it.

‘I’ll tell you what,’ I started, leaning down so our noses barely brushed.

I felt her breath puff against my lips, cool and icy just like her eyes, and oh-so-fucking sweet.

I didn’t bother to contain my groan, my desire reaching new heights when his pupils blew at the sound.

She knew I wanted her. She wanted me just as badly.