Chapter 7
Ghost
I am getting my Malishka alone. I need her.
Now that she’s fucked Purge, it’s my damn turn.
I've been as patient as I can be, but my fuse just ran out.
Watching the way she’s going, I follow. It seems she’s headed in the direction of the library. Perfect.
I rush ahead of her. Luckily, she doesn’t see me.
Jogging around the adjacent hallway, I slip into the room right before she gets there. I hide myself in the stacks, waiting.
Malishka is humming softly, which makes my heart happy for her. She deserves to feel light and happy after all she’s been through.
She comes close to where I’m waiting, and my arm shoots out, grabbing her and pulling her to me. She tries to scream, but I clamp my hand over her mouth.
I whisper darkly in her ear. “I’ve got you, Malishka.”
She turns in my arms, and my lips descend onto hers. Lightning crackles over my skin, and based on her ragged breathing, she feels it too.
She deepens the kiss, winding her arms around my neck. I groan as her hands go into my hair, my scalp tingling from every touch.
“Ghost, I want you. I'm ready. I forgive you. I love you,” Malishka breathes.
Those words are my undoing. Any thoughts of going slow and sensual leave my brain. I grab the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up. My mouth waters at the sight of her tits covered in the white bra she’s wearing. I suck a nipple into my mouth through the material, and her back arches, urging me on.
I back her up against the bookshelf, ripping her bra away. She cringes for a moment, then moans. I feast on her with my eyes for a minute, then grab her tits, fondling the beautiful, full globes and stroking her nipples.
“G-Ghost,” Malishka stutters.
Her breathing is faster, and goosebumps erupt all over her. She starts to shake, and her knees buckle. She cries out my name, clutching me for dear life.
“Did you just come, baby?” I smirk in satisfaction.
Malishka nods rapidly. “Yeah.”
Just from nipple play alone.
Fuck. This girl is utter perfection.
I reach down to help her out of her sweatpants, and I can smell her arousal before the pants are even off. Once she’s bared to me, I lightly rub my fingers down her slit. She's dripping wet; her thighs are coated with it.
I groan loudly, picking her up. Her legs automatically go around my waist. I reach down with one hand to release my throbbing, needy cock.
I look her deep in the eyes. “Are you ready, Malishka?”
“God, yes!” she cries, hips gyrating.
I line myself up with her entrance and slide all the way inside in one stroke. Balls deep, I hold still for a moment, savoring the feel of her.
She closes her eyes, and I growl, “Keep those greens open. I want to watch you come on my cock.”
Malishka moans so loudly, anyone else in here will hear her. I don’t give any fucks, though.
I pull out almost all the way, then slam back inside her.
She holds my gaze; her limbs trembling.
“Don’t hold back, Ghost. Fuck me with all your power,” Malishka begs.
My restraint completely slips, and I start fucking her hard and fast. I slam into the hot, wet velvet of her, feeling the familiar tingling in my balls. I hold it back with all my willpower, wanting her to come all over me first.
“Come for me, baby. Soak my cock with those juices,” I demand.
I find that spot that makes her squirt and work it steadily. Her body tenses, then she goes stiff.
“Ghost!” Malishka screams, shuddering as she grips my cock so tightly, I can’t move.
A hot gush of liquid soaks me, and another pulse follows it. Her body goes lax in my arms.
I let go with a roar, filling her with pump after pump of my come. My orgasm goes on for so long, my knees almost go out. I manage to hold us up, though.
“Malishka, you’re so perfect, so very mine.”
“And you’re mine, Ghost. Forever.” Eyes shining, Malishka squeezes me tight.
I gently let her down to the floor, and she unwinds herself from me. I hand her the shirt and pants she was wearing—minus the bra I ripped from her body. She giggles as she shoves it into her waistband.
“Is anyone else here?” Malishka whispers.
I poke my head out, not hearing anything. I shake my head.
“I don’t think so. Let's go.”
She takes my hand as we walk out of the stacks, and towards the door.
I am glowing with happiness. There aren’t words to describe how she makes me feel, especially now. I finally have her back, and I won’t do anything to jeopardize that, ever again.
Phoenyxx
I’m buzzing with adrenaline walking with Ghost back towards the others.
After everything, this is the guy I fell for first. He had my heart before any of the others—including Hunter.
I have everyone I love with me, and I’m beyond grateful to Jax for helping us. I'm even happier that we have time to chill right now. I plan to absorb every single moment with one of my family. That's what they all are—my family. The one that counts.
Ghost, Synn, Razor, Purge, Frost, Trikk, Hunter, Valley, Bryan, Cynthia, and 3.
Oh, my Golden-Eyed Boy. I haven’t said a word to the guys, but I do have feelings for him. How could I not?
Ghost and I part ways when we get close to the kitchen.
I see Valley and Cynthia skipping down the hall towards me. I'm so relieved they get along. They do have a lot of similarities.
“Nyx, we were looking for you. Want to go watch Beetlejuice with us?” Valley smiles so big, her whole face lights up.
“Yeah, 11. Let's go, go, go,” Cynthia dances in a circle. Val whispers to her, and her eyes widen. “Sorry, sorry. I mean Phoenyxx. Wifey.”
I chuckle. They are too cute. “Of course. Are there snacks?”
“Hell yes, bestie. We have cupcakes, candy, popcorn, soda. All waiting for us in the theater room,” Valley enthusiastically responds.
My mouth waters. Fucking cupcakes. “Let’s go.”
Val takes my arm, and the three of us skip along, towards the theater room.
I'm so excited to finally watch an uncensored movie with my besties. I don’t know anything about Beetlejuice, but it must be good if it excites Valley.
We get to the massive theater room, and I glance around more slowly than I did before.
The seats look super comfy. They are leather; big enough to curl up in.
The food is spread out off to the side, on a long table.
My jaw drops at the sheer amount of sugar on display.
I squeal in delight, diving for it. Valley and Cynthia are right behind me, laughing together, probably at my reaction.
I grab a paper plate, loading up three cupcakes. A vanilla, a chocolate, and something with cookies on top. I toss a couple of candy bars to the pile, a bag of buttery popcorn, then add a soda to the mix.
“Geez, Nyx—you're going to go into a sugar coma,” Valley laughs.
“Worth it.” I nod firmly.
I wait for them to grab their snacks and follow them close to the front. The screen on the wall is massive. I can’t believe it’s so big. We take seats right in the middle. There's a convenient cup holder on the arm of the chair, and I realize after leaning back it reclines.
“This is awesome,” I whisper to them.
They giggle again. “Just wait; it’s about to start,” Valley tells us.
I look towards Cynthia. “Have you ever seen a movie in a theater before?”
“Nope, not ever, like—ever. This is so exciting.”
“Aw, I’m happy to be sharing this moment with you, then.” I reach over to pat her arm.
The screen makes a sound, then bursts to life right in front of me. The credits start, then the title. I sit back; happily munching my snacks.
From minute one, I’m hooked. I can’t look away. It's almost magical.
When Lydia Dietz comes on-screen, Valley hollers. “That’s her, Nyx!”
We both dissolve into giggles, and Cynthia laughs along with us, though not knowing the joke. Bless her, she’s so sweet.
I jolt in my seat when Beetlejuice shows up the first time.
“Oh,” I cringe back. “What the hell is that thing?” I shiver, rubbing the goosebumps on my arms.
“He’s a demon,” Valley announces.
“Like—from Hell?”
Valley reaches over, tugging my hair playfully. “Yep!”
The movie continues. I look away every time something scary happens.
“Nyx, is this your first sort-of scary movie?” Valley asks.
“Yeah, I was never allowed to watch anything like this.”
We watch the rest of the movie and I actually liked it. It was funny; I wasn’t expecting that. And since it was from the 80s, that makes it even better.
I take a moment to reflect how far I’ve come in such a short time.
Although I’ve never been one to flinch away, I have so damn much trauma I should have been put off and disturbed by a scary movie.
However, I instead channeled the trauma into empowerment.
I lifted myself above the fear and memories so I could enjoy the film.
As the final credits roll, I stand with a groan, clutching my stomach. “Too much sugar.” I stare down at the little pooch my stomach has. “Did that make me fat?”
“Nyx, God. No, it’s just bloat. It’ll go away.” Valley lets a giggle escape.
My cheeks burn in embarrassment. “I guess I’m still kind of socially retarded...”
Cynthia spews the drink she was just taking, getting it all over the floor.
“Sorry, Cynthia,” I manage to gasp in-between laughs.
We're all cracking up when all seven of my guys, plus 3 and Bryan, find us.
“It’s about fucking time. Where were you?” Razor demands.
“Watching a movie. Bro, chill,” Valley shoots back.
“Watch it, girlie.”
Bryan slaps him in the back of the head, and I crack up. The look on Razor’s face is priceless.
Hunter just shakes his head. “Glad you’re all okay. Next time, though, let one of us at least know where you’re off to.”
“Sorry, brother.” Cynthia goes to stand by him, giving him a loud kiss on the cheek.
Razor walks up to me, taking my arm. “I want you alone, Fiasca.”
I smile at him. “Absolutely.”
Razor
It’s about fucking time I got Fiasca all to myself. I've been patient; but dammit, I haven’t even got to fuck her yet. That ends now.
“Where are we going?” She beams up at me as we walk hand-in-hand.