Chapter 26 – Rook #2
I coughed beneath the shirt I’d tied around my face, Williams’ ashes tickling my throat.
My Ghost’s hand pushed down into mine, our fingers twining as she drew nearer into my side, unbothered that my naked torso was covered in sweat, blood, and smears of ash.
Grey and Corvus stepped out, leaving the hatch open behind them to give some airflow as we finished up here.
The plan was to set fire to the whole joint before we left, ensuring that everything here was turned to ash with Mr. Williams. His victims didn’t need to relive the things he’d done to them if any of those videos should come to light.
Their peers wouldn’t ever look at them the same way.
They would be questioned. Their parents would want to know why they never said anything. No one could possibly understand.
It was better this way. Justice had been served and he couldn’t hurt anyone ever again.
“It’s kind of beautiful, isn’t it?” Ghost said, indicating the still smoking remains on the concrete floor at our feet. Williams’ charred shape was curled in on itself, in the fetal position, hands over his head, the white of his bones showing through the burnt remnants of his skin.
I’d thought Frank had been my best work, but Williams took the cake. I squeezed Ghost’s hand in mine, lifting it to my lips. I pressed a kiss on the back of her palm. “It is.”
She shivered at the touch of my lips, and I tipped my head to one side, peering down at her. Her lips parted at something she found in my stare.
“You’re not the monster people think you are,” she said, and the black thing in my chest tightened.
Her face pinched. She moved to stand in front of me, lifting a hand to brush the pad of her thumb over the top of my cheekbone. It came away stained black and red with blood and ash. Her breathing deepened.
I mirrored her movements, brushing my knuckle down her cheek, streaking a path through Williams’ debris.
“I am,” I assured her.
Her chin tipped up, defiant. “Then I guess I am too.”
My brows lowered.
She pressed a hand to my stomach, dragging her nails low until they met the top of my jeans. Her eyes never left mine as she undid the button there, making me groan and my already thick cock turn to iron against the press of her hands.
I dropped my forehead to hers, a tremor rolling up my spine as she took my length into her hand, stroking it from tip to base.
“Fuck,” I cursed into her hair.
Here? We were going to do this here ? Now?
This was an entirely new level I didn’t even know existed.
My fingers twisted into her hair, jerking her head to look up at me.
Some unspoken thing passed between us. A connection forged in blood and blades and fire. It was a joining of souls. Mine twisting with hers, hers with mine, creating something gnarled and twisted. Stronger. New.
“Fuck me, Rook,” she pleaded on a breath, and I could see it in her eyes, she felt it, too. Her thighs pressing together, a pained expression crossing her sharp features. “ Please, Rook . I need you.”
I wouldn’t make her ask me twice, but I wasn’t about to take her on the defiler’s bed or on his dirty corpse.
I lifted her onto me, and she gasped when I forced my tongue into her mouth, carrying her to the wall until her back was pressed into its rough, uneven surface, pinned there by my hips.
My cock pushed hard into her heat through her clothes, and she moaned as I moved against her. It didn’t take long for me to feel her wetness seeping through and I inhaled her next moan as I stepped back, letting her fall back to her feet as I grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled.
The button popped free and she had them halfway down her legs in the blink of an eye, clawing me back to her, her nails biting down into my chest and shoulder until I felt the well of blood. The caressing trails of it as it flowed down my warm flesh.
She had my cock in her hand again, and I groaned, convulsing as she pumped it, backing up against the wall again, guiding my hand back to her waist.
I did as she wanted, lifting her off her feet as she spread her legs wide for me, using a tight fist around my base to guide me inside.
My head pushed against her opening, and I sucked a breath in through my teeth as she thrust her hips forward, impaling herself on me with a cry, her hips rocking in ecstasy as she arched her back and let her head hang.
I cupped her perfect ass, holding her up as she moved against me, little panting gasps driving me to the brink of an entirely different kind of insanity.
Her tight cunt squeezed me gloriously as I began to move too, slamming into her hips with the taste of Williams’ ashes still on my tongue. My lips curled back over my teeth, and I growled against the side of her neck, making her shake in my arms.
Pain exploded across my left shoulder, and I jerked as the sensation awoke something that had long been sleeping deep inside, adding to the intensity of my pleasure.
The glint of my Ghost’s blade caught the light, and I smiled. “Do it again.”
She stabbed the sharp tip of it into the thick meat of my shoulder muscle, pushing it in slow as I fucked her.
“Harder,” she urged me.
I leveled my dark gaze on her, aching to taste her lips again. To feel their softness under the hard bite of my teeth.
“ Harder ,” I urged her, the challenge clear.
She pushed hard, and I did the same, her body bucking between me and the wall until I felt her beginning to come undone. Her dripping cunt erratically tightening, tightening, tightening around my girth until my balls tightened and the fire of my orgasm shredded up my spine.
Reflexively, I lowered my head, biting into her shoulder, marking her in the same place she’d marked me.
She gasped, releasing the blade in my shoulder to allow it to clatter to the floor as she coiled around me like a snake, coming on my cock just as my own climax hit like a fucking Mack truck, erasing all thought.
Leaving us a tangle of trembling limbs against the wall, the heat of Williams’ still smoldering corpse making it even harder to breathe.