Chapter 10 Lainey
“That’s the perfect costume.” Pagan’s hands slid over my hips and down the sparkly fabric, careful not to snag my fishnet tights. “Sexy as fuck. I want to devour you.”
I chose a witch. Well, a sensual witch since the skirt was only knee length, and the corset hugged my waist. A big black hat perched on my head. I had black nails and sparkly makeup on my face. It had only taken thirty minutes to curl my hair and apply cosmetics. I thought it was fantastic.
Pagan paced the floor and growled every time he looked at me until I was finished, only to declare that I looked too fucking tempting to take outside for the club’s annual Halloween party.
“Is that because you’d rather eat me than share me?” I asked playfully, batting my fake eyelashes.
I looked damn good, and I knew it.
“Darlin’, if I wanted to gobble you up in front of the guests, I would.” He winked as I smirked at his dirty implication. “I’d drop to my knees and stick my head under your skirt and eat your pussy without caring who heard your moans.”
“Now you’re just showing off,” I laughed.
“What? I could do it.”
“Death by asphyxiation?” I teased.
He slapped a hand over his chest. “What a way to go.”
I giggled as I pushed him away and smoothed my skirt. “This outfit needs to last for several hours. No ripping the tights.”
“Can I rip ’em later when I go down on you?”
Yes, please. “Of course.”
That seemed to appease him.
Pagan’s costume was a lot simpler than mine. He was going to the party as, you guessed it, a Reaper. The only thing he added was the skeletal black and white makeup that Rael seemed to wear on a daily basis.
We left the room, and I slipped my hand around his bicep, walking beside my favorite person in the world. Pagan had become my protector, lover, and friend. He was everything I ever wanted in a relationship. My personal wish list molded into the perfect man.
By the time we arrived, the party had already started.
Eerie Halloween music filtered across the parking lot as ghostly wails and rattling chains echoed in the cooler night air.
Purple and orange lights competed with clusters of candles strategically scattered around the perimeter to provide ambiance.
Yes, I organized that along with most of the décor. Trish appointed me master delegator, and I had most of the members and prospects handling the bulk of the work. Trish and quite a few of the ol’ ladies took charge of the menu and refused to let the guys stand in front of a hot grill all night.
This event was meant to be enjoyed by everyone, so the prep finished an hour before the festivities began.
As we walked through the maze of carnival games, I heard the giant reaper I bought the day I met Pagan.
“Did you hear that?”
“Yeah.” He shook his head at the sounds coming from the speakers. “It’s creepy. The kids are loving it.”
Everyone was here—all the members and their families.
Kids ran across the lot, stopping at various tables set up along the way.
It was my idea to set up different stations so the kids wouldn’t get bored.
Not that they would with the bounce haunted house, the popcorn machine, the cupcake walk, and the headstone painting table.
I watched with a huge grin on my face as the kids played bean bag toss, disc drop, balloon darts, and squirt guns. It was worth the time invested in organizing and planning the party. It seemed to be a huge hit. This was my third year in charge, and I truly loved watching it come together.
Above us, hanging low and perfectly round in the sky, was a harvest moon. Its amber color added the perfect backdrop to the party and holiday photos. I erected several photo ops throughout the area and was thrilled to see so many people taking advantage of them with their kids and families.
It was hours before I started to see people leave, tucking sleeping kids into their arms. The sugar rush had worn off, and now it was time to take them all home.
I leaned against Pagan, absorbing the happy feeling in my heart and savoring it.
“We’re not done here, you know.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. I planned a date.”
Oh, that intrigued me. “You did?”
He pulled something out of his pocket and slipped it over his head. When he turned to me, I only saw a black mask that hid his features.
Excitement tingled along my spine. “What else do you have planned?”
“I’m going to stalk you. Hunt you. Chase you, darlin’.”
“And when you catch me?” I asked with a breathy sigh.
“You’ll be fucked and claimed.”
I shivered.
“But that’s not all. I’ve got rope, this knife,” he paused and held it up, “and I plan to tie you up, keeping you at my mercy.”
“I guess it’s a good time to reveal that I skipped wearing any underwear.”
He growled. “You shouldn’t have told me that.”
Oh, I disagreed with that. It was a very intentional reveal.
“Go ahead, Lainey.” He gestured to the fence behind us, where I could see a gap had been opened and left for me to run through. Our game was ready to begin. “Scream. Run. It’s my favorite game.”
“Mine too,” I whispered.
This was the best Halloween ever.
“I’m about to claim every inch of you,” he warned. “If I were you, I’d run.”
Instead of answering, I spun on my heel and raced toward the desert where I knew he’d find and claim me.
I was the luckiest girl to be chased and loved by a Reaper biker and a Pagan. Happy Hallows’ Eve!