Page 32 of Nothing to Fear (Wicked Games #1)

The masked mystery man grips a handful of my jacket, pulling me close to him as he whispers in my ear, his voice low, ominous, and distorted through the machine. “Walk away if you don’t want this because if you stay, I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you.”

Those words. They’ve been said to me before. But not by my masked stranger.

Without thinking, I turn out of his arms and bolt.

The wind howls in displeasure as I put space between us.

The masked man laughs maniacally, the sinister roar of someone who isn’t displeased at all; in fact, it seems running was far more dangerous than staying.

Fear drags me under as I run, pumping my arms at my sides, my legs putting more and more distance between us.

I duck around a large mausoleum, weaving in between stone tombstones.

Leaves rustle from heavy footsteps behind me, the wind picking them up, causing them to dance in the air around me.

Chills run down my spine as I jump over a fallen tree limb, hearing the footfalls reaching closer and closer.

“Fuck!” I say as I run faster, darting in between a large tree and a tall angel tombstone.

I rest quietly against it, controlling my breathing and listening.

“You’re mine. You feel it. There’s never been anything truer. You’re mine, Silas Blackwood, and I’m yours.” His voice is coming closer now, and my eyes dart around in the darkness, looking for a better hiding spot. I need to get back to the first mausoleum, and then I can get inside the archives .

Eerie silence surrounds me as I hold my breath, waiting to hear his heavy footsteps over the dry autumn leaves. When nothing happens for a solid minute, I take a single step forward, my eyes flicking through the night, looking for any hint of glowing green.

Before I can react, a hand slaps over my mouth from behind me, pulling me back flush against him, pressing his hard length against my ass. Arousal zips up my spine and sends tingles throughout my body. My cock thickens, even though it shouldn’t. I shouldn’t want this. I can’t want this.

“I told you, you’re mine, Silas, and now I’m going to prove it.

Your body knows it. I know it. Let me taste your fear and take it all away until there’s nothing left.

” His breath is hot against my skin through the mask, and it feels .

. . good. Instead of fighting him further, I fucking melt against him.

I melt.

As if I’m home.

“That’s it. You know you want this, don’t fight it. Let me have what belongs to me. Let me give you what’s only yours.”

He moves quickly, pushing me against the tree, hands diving beneath my shirt. His gloved hands are warm against my cool skin, heating me immediately. Those glowing green features stare back at me, his head cocked to the side as if he’s studying me, making note of every reaction I have to his touch.

My hands stay rooted at my sides as he explores the expanse of my abdomen and chest, moving his hands lower down until he reaches my jeans.

I don’t stop him when his deftly talented fingers flick open the button.

I don’t protest when he slides down the zipper.

I don’t object when he pushes them down my thighs.

And I certainly don’t fight when he takes my hard, thick cock in the palm of his gloved hand, stroking it firmly from root to tip.

“Ohh, god.”

“That’s right. Such a good boy for me. I know how you like my touch. Who are you dripping for, Silas? Who makes you this hard and desperate?”

“You.”

“Who makes you whimper and beg?”

“Only you.”

“And who am I?”

“Fuck, I don’t?—”

“Yes. You do. Who am I?”

Familiarity washes over me, the first Fright Night with my masked stranger blending with the man I’ve fallen in love with.

He’s the same. Of course he’s the same. I felt it all along, and it makes so much sense now.

The comfort. The ease. The inexplicable way my body craves being close to him.

The way my eyes always seek him out. Of course it’s Asher. We’re two halves of one whole.

“Asher!”

“That’s right. Only ever me. You belong to me.”

Long, green skeleton fingers stroke up and down as I stand there, pressed by his forearm against the hard bark of the decaying oak tree. It feels so good, and my hips buck forward into his grasp uncontrollably, chasing the feeling.

He releases me, and I fucking whine like a desperate man who’s never been touched before.

I watch as he works his jeans down, his thick, familiar length popping free, the head engorged.

His hand roughly strokes it, the light on his fingers causing a bead of fresh precum to glisten, making my mouth water.

He moves closer to me, his hips so close to mine as he rubs his hard cock against my own. My eyes roll to the back of my skull as his soft skin meets mine.

“Oh god, yes, fuck, fuck, yes,” I moan, my hands finally reaching for him.

His head snaps up to meet mine as my fingers press into his hips hard enough to leave marks.

The familiar, sinister action of his head cocking sharply to the side, a long, distorted moan escaping his lips, unrestrained and wanton.

“On your knees,” he demands, and I obey without a second thought, my body reacting on pure primal instinct. I shuffle to the ground, my hands digging into the dirt as he settles between my legs.

“Look at you, Silas, on your knees in the cold dirt of hallowed ground, ready for me to defile you.” I practically fucking purr at his words.

The wind whispers around us, blowing the strands of my hair out of my face and cooling my skin.

Croaks from ravens echo throughout the quiet stillness of the graveyard.

His finger trails lightly down my spine before reaching the seam of my ass.

He continues a downward descent until he reaches my puckered hole, his fingers lightly circling it with the pad of his thumb.

A whimper escapes me, and I quickly stifle it by biting my lip, opening the cut he created earlier as I clench in response.

“So responsive, Silas. You’re going to feel so good wrapped around my cock. Are you leaking? Is your cock desperate and aching?”

God, yes. I’m desperate for it. Desperate for him to continue to touch me.

“Yes.” The word is a frantic plea. I’ve been reduced to a puddle, yearning for him, wanting nothing more than to beg for his touch, beg for more. So, I do. “Please, please fill me.”

“Mmm. Such a good boy. But not yet. ”

Then the most incredible feeling spreads through me as his mouth connects with my asshole.

His tongue laps at me, swirling around my hole as his fingers slide over the seam of my taint, gently pressing down until he reaches my balls.

He cups them in his hand as his tongue licks and laps at my tight hole.

The combination has me pressing backward against him, moaning, wanton and desperate, whining and begging for more.

Just how he likes it.

His hand releases my balls, reaching below me, fingers wrapping around my hard shaft and giving me a firm tug from root to tip. Sparks dance behind my eyelids as his mouth makes sloppy noises against the tight rim of my ass.

“Mmm. I knew I’d find my boy leaking.”

Then his finger is breaching my hole, pressing in slowly but without a reprieve. He presses in until he can’t go deeper, my body tightening, my ass clenching around him, my cock throbbing, precum dripping onto the ground below me.

“Your ass is sucking me in, Asher, so fucking good.”

His mouth returns, licking around the rim as a single finger stays rooted inside me, searching, curling. My knees shake. My fingers dig into the cold dirt of the ground.

“Ohfuckohfuck!”

“That’s my good boy. Does that feel good?”

“Ohgodyes, Ash!”

“Mmm. Just wait until your ass is clenching around my cock.”

He continues to stroke my prostate, his tongue periodically lapping at my ass around his finger, licking down my taint, over and over until I’m squirming below him, my knees pressed hard into the dirty ground.

Then he’s pulling out, his mouth returning, filling me with the wet muscle.

He fucks me with his tongue the way he did with his finger, staying deep, licking inside me, making stars dance behind my eyelids.

My fingers dig into the soft ground, dirt filling my fingernails, leaves crunching as I move my head from side to side. Asher’s firm hands grip my ass cheeks, spreading them further apart as he buries his face between them. I’ve never felt so exposed, so intimately open.

Just when I can’t take any more, there’s a rush of cool liquid on my ass, followed by the hard tip of his dick. He notches it at my core, and I brace for the strong thrust of Asher’s hips.

The breath is stolen from my lungs in a rush as Asher does just that, his thick, long length filling me to his hilt, his balls slapping against my own.

He’s removed his gloves, and the grip on my hips is the same as the first night, a slow, methodical glide back and forth.

It’s so tender and such a contrast to the hard, rapid thrusts of his hips as he drives in and out of my body.

And god does it feel good.

The slapping of wet flesh against flesh echoes around us, and I lose myself to the feeling of our joined bodies.

“I love you.

I’m.

Never.

Letting.

You.

Go.”

He punctuates each word with a hard thrust, the heavy head of his cock rubbing against my overly sensitive prostate every time he drags out. My dick bobs between my legs, heavy, throbbing, leaking precum from the tip onto the hallowed ground of the cemetery.

“Say it!” Asher demands, my fingers digging harder into the ground as he pumps rapidly into my ass. He’s never fucked me so fast before, and I’m two seconds away from screaming so loud the dead under us will awaken.

“I love you! Fuck, Asher! I love you!” I yell just as he pulls me up against him, my back flush against his chest. His arm wraps around my waist, reaching between my legs and gripping my cock.

The touch has my legs shaking further, spiraling closer and closer to release, and he starts to brutally stroke me in time with his thrusts.

“You’re going to come right here with my cock buried in your ass, and then I’m going to fill you up until my cum is leaking out of you.”

“Asher . . .” I whine, my arm snaking behind me and reaching the back of his neck. His mouth crashes against the space where my neck and shoulder meet, his teeth sinking into my flesh.

I explode.

Pain mingles with pleasure in a sexy mix that sends me over the edge into pure bliss. My cock throbs against his talented hand, squirting ropes of pearly white cum onto the ground below us.

“Good. Fucking. Boy,” he growls, and I swear to fucking god, I almost black out. My ass clenches around his length, making his hips stutter.

“You gonna take it all, baby?”

“Yes! Fill me up, Asher!”

And god, does he. Asher comes with a dark, primal cry, my name on his lips as he presses deep inside my body, his dick jerking as he fills me with so much cum, I feel it leaking out around him.

Asher pants against my shoulder where his head rests, his soft lips kissing a trail across my skin. Heat fights with the chill in the air, and my body shivers uncontrollably.

“I mean it, Silas. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

“I know. I mean it, too.”

Asher and I dress, pulling our clothes up over dirt and crushed leaves.

We’re a mess, especially me, as his cum starts to seep from my ass.

After we’ve righted ourselves the best we can, I take Asher’s hand and pull his body into mine for warmth.

The mask has long fallen away, leaving him in just his jeans and black sweatshirt.

His black hair looks ethereal out here in the dead of night, with the full harvest moon shining down on us.

We stand there together, wind brushing over our skin, leaves dancing at our feet, fear completely melting away, a sense of peace settling deep into my bones.

This is exactly where we’re supposed to be.