Chapter 26
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
SILAS
“ You’re still my ghostest with the mostest.”
I watch our partners kiss Eily, then quietly leave.
Redix reaches for Cade’s hand, holding it while his other hand cups Daniel’s shoulder. So Daniel rubs Redix’s back, his other hand never letting go of Charlie’s while she lifts a lantern, lighting their path back to our tent.
Yeah, I fucking adore them.
But I’m still standing here, hiding behind a grove of windmill palms, treasuring my wife.
Damn, Eily’s breathtaking like that. Her black Docs and white lace babydoll. Her pretty cape and sexy blindfold. Her beautiful body, ripe and waiting for me.
“Silas?” she whispers to the night.
But I need one more moment to watch.
To catch my breath.
To be thankful.
Because I’m so damn in love with her.
I don’t want a life without her.
When I was growing up, my grandma had a nest of seven pet rabbits. She had the dwarf kind and kept them in a pen that took up an entire bedroom.
As a kid when I visited her, I was in heaven.
They were all cute, but my favorites were a little gray male named Smoke and a little brown female she let me name Turtle.
I learned then that rabbits, of course, have multiple mates, but they form deep bonds in their nest. Smoke and Turtle would share food. They’d groom and cuddle each other. So, when Smoke died … Turtle grieved. She barely moved for a week.
I guess I learned something about love from those rabbits. How you can be with others, but there’s only one you live for.
And damn, I sure saw how they made lots of babies, too.
But me?
I only want my mate. I only want my dreams with her, the dreams we share with the others in our nest. And if that includes a baby for us … well, I sure love trying to make one with her.
This night has been sweet torture waiting for Eily.
I guess that was my ritual.
Hoping.
Watching.
Waiting.
Hell, that’s all a man can do once his part is done. Right?
Standing in the shadows, I watched our partners greet her and give her our bracelet. Then, I chuckled, hearing Eily put her lopsided foot down and insist on her part of the ritual.
Of course, she wanted what I wanted, too.
I’ve been waiting a long time for Redix to trust Daniel fully. Then again, it seems Daniel had to learn to fully trust Redix, too.
Because trust ain’t just about telling the truth and keeping promises. It’s also about sharing your pain. And for some men, that shit doesn’t come easily. Not that we don’t feel it; we’re just raised not to talk about it.
Don’t judge.
Three rutting bulls gotta learn how to navigate our horns. Me and Daniel figured that shit out years ago. I know his points, and he knows mine. But me and Redix? We never locked horns. We saw each other’s pain at first glance.
So, yeah, I got hard watching Daniel finally top Redix. Well, Redix sorta topped him, and that’s so like him. Even after finally letting Daniel in, Redix is still so alpha.
But when I saw Daniel kissing Redix’s scars, my throat got tight. I blinked back tears.
I knew the six of us were finally complete.
Fuck, I’m getting my man-period.
Lately, I get it when Eily ovulates. I’m all horny and emotional, and I’m not complaining. It makes me feel even closer to her.
“Silas?” she whispers again. “Is that you?”
She must hear me.
Or maybe she can smell me. I’m standing upwind from her. It’s a gusty night, and I always wear my Creed cologne.
“Ahh,” she sighs, squirming on our bed. She’s restrained how I wanted her, but she’s lifting her hips for me. “Silas,” she’s sighing for me. “Please.”
Good girl.
She knows I’m out here, watching her, and I grin. She’s trying to seduce me, and it always works. My dick is getting hard for the … shit, I’ve lost count of how many times tonight .
“Ahh,” she moans again, her back arching. “Ahh, yes. Please, Silas, I’m so wet for you.”
Damn, if I had antlers like a buck, I’d rub them on a tree, snort, then scrape my massive rack on the ground before chasing her down and mounting her. I’d stand by her side for days, mating with her while I fought other males, keeping them away until I was sure she was mine.
This is how I want Eily. Writhing. Wet. Waiting. Ready.
For me.
I’ve made her wait long enou?—
“Yes,” she gasps. “Yes, that feels so good.”
That?
I look down.
Nope, I’m standing here. Twenty feet away. Looking like a naked dumbass wearing an erection, boots, and a mask in the forest for a crazy mating ritual.
So, what in the fuck is that?
I lift my weathered Timberland boot to storm her way, then?—
Snap!
On my left, deep in the woods … who knows what the fuck that was, but I ain’t waiting. I charge Eily, my boots crunching over leaves, cracking branches, and whipping past palms.
“Silas?” Eily stammers. “Wait. Where are you? What?—”
“Eily.” I reach our bed. I reach for her bare leg, and she jumps. “Baby girl, it’s me.”
Her head jerks side to side, blindly searching. “But who?—”
“Who were you talking to?”
“You!”
Eh, no, she wasn’t .
But I know her voice. She’s starting to freak out, and that’ll fuck up our plans.
Gently, I straddle her and tug down her blindfold.
“Aaaaaah!” She screams. “Fuck you, horny demon!”
Shit! My mask. I rip it off. “It’s me.”
She stares. Eyes wide. Lungs huffing.
“Eily, it’s me.”
“Silas?” She swallows, “But where… Where did you get that mask?”
“This?” I hold up the black and gold demonic disguise. “On Etsy. They sell carnival masks and?—”
“Carnival?” She huffs, “No, Silas, you looked like the horned devil. I thought it was you. The one who was just?—”
“It is me.” I cup her flushed cheek.
“But who?” She glances around. “Who was just…”
Her voice falls away.
Oh shit, she’s scared.
“Shhh.” I lean forward, gently kissing her shaking lips. “It’s okay. I’m here. It’s just us now.”
“But, I don’t understand,” she sighs. “I just felt?—”
I kiss her again. I keep my lips softly pressed to hers, tasting our shared breath, until her tongue slowly meets mine, letting me gently soothe her. Letting me remind her— It’s okay. I’m here, and you’re mine. And I don’t stop with my kiss until she’s kissing me back.
Until her whimpers become soft mewls into my mouth.
Until her body rises to meet mine.
Until she’s tugging at her restraints and begging over my lips, “Silas, please. I’ve waited all night. Please, I need you and?—”
“And I need you too, Eily.” I kiss her tender neck, biting and licking, feeling the resonance of her moans against my lips. “Always.”
I smell her vanilla-scented strands. Lacing my fingers through her long, silky chestnut hair, tortured visions of how I lost her years ago and tender memories of how I found her again grab my heart.
They make me sigh, my lips kissing her clavicle, my nose reveling in the sandalwood perfume she wears.
But with my next breath … I smell … her .
I suddenly inhale her sweet, intoxicating feminine musk. It calls from between her legs, her sex open and crying for me.
“Fuck, Eily.” It’s my instinct, primal and with a chemical rush. It’s powerful and savage, and I follow it.
I steam down her flesh, trailing my tongue past where her gown has been torn, past her tempting, little jeweled nipples. I’ll play with them later.
I need to taste her.
Kissing her belly, my lips make her quiver. She sucks in an aching breath. “God, Silas. Please.”
But when my nose tickles over her little white panties, I inhale, and a feral groan crawls up my throat. I’m not a man; I’m an animal. I rip one delicate side of her lace, making her gasp, before I tear the other.
Rising on my knees, I lift her panties to my nose, watching Eily as I inhale her, letting her scent mark me forever. Then I suck on them, thirsty for the soaked cotton spot saturated with her arousal, her tangy sugar filling my mouth.
She watches me, her stare in awe. It roams between my rabid worship of her cum-soaked panties to how fucking raging hard her scent makes my dick.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I growl down at her. “You’re in heat . ”
“Yes,” she writhes. “So, stop making me wait, Silas. Hurry.”
She’s so cute when she’s mad.
She’s so goddamn sexy when she’s fierce.
Now, she’s both, and she’s all mine.
Leaning down, I can’t help it. I’m not in control; my appetite is. I’m hungry, trailing my tongue up the inside of her thighs. Closing my eyes, I’m a husband, relishing his wife’s taste, but when I open them to her pretty little pussy, I’m a beast.
Her bare ivory lips are so swollen and glistening. The sexy brunette triangle she keeps groomed, curls damp with desire. With my fingers, I part her rosy petals, and her clit is a pink pearl, shimmering with want. Her opening is milky and weeping for me.
I take one lick through her ripe sex, and she yanks at her restraints, screaming, “Silas! God! You’re gonna make me come, but they told me to wait.”
I lift, gazing over her tiny terrain, teasing her, “Wait for what, baby girl?”
“Your dick,” she huffs. “I need to come on your dick.”
I grin. “I can’t make you come on my tongue first?”
“No,” her legs squirm, “it’s the ritual. I can’t come until you’re inside me.”
“Well then.” I crawl between her legs. “Let me make you do it a hundred times.”
What drives me more? The sweet love I feel for Eily, my wife forever, or the savage urge I have to fuck her like an animal right now?
I want to feel her tight little pussy come on my cock while her sweet lips gasp into my mouth. I want her body shaking in my grasp while she drips down my shaft. I want her nipples hard and demanding my suck. I want every part of what we’ve been waiting for.
But I’m tall, and she’s tiny. So, I reach over and rip her wrist restraints off. Then I stand at the edge of the bed and free her ankles.
Yanking her to me, she squeals as I tower over her, holding her legs open.
Fuck, look at those big green eyes. My ring on her finger. That sweet, virginal lace slip. Those pert, tempting tits. Her hungry, wet cunt.
“Make it drip for me, Eily.”
She obeys, squeezing until a little drop leeks from her opening, and I lick my lips, my dick dripping at the sight of her.
“Do it again. Show me you’re in heat for me.”
With a moan, she does it, making her milky arousal trickle from her sex, and I lose it. “Who owns your pussy, Eily? Who loved it first and made it his?”
“Silas,” she gasps as I press her legs back, splaying her open. I can smell her intoxicating scent as I stare at its source. As I crouch down for one more taste of it, lapping my tongue into her little creamy pool, making her hips jump. “Oh god,” she pants. “Silas. Please .”
So I rise, gripping my swollen dick. I press down, rubbing my wide tip over her hard clit until she’s shaking. Then I drag it down to her wet entrance but halt, barely pressing inside her.
Her mouth parts, her breath panting as I aim my lips for hers, swearing, “All night, Eily, and all my life—You. Are. Mine.”
I kiss her, my tongue slowly penetrating her mouth as I squeeze my heavy cock into her tight heat. Fuck, I’m trying to go slow, but it’s overwhelming. How much I need her. How much I love her. How much I want to fuck her, and I do.
I gently thrust, but her swollen walls grab me. They pull me deep inside her, making me pump harder. “Fuck, Eily.” I huff over our lips. “Fuck baby, I love you.”
“Silas,” she cries, in love or lust, I don’t know. Tears leak from her eyes as she grabs my shoulders, scratching, hanging on to me as she bucks, convulsing and coming so fast and hard I can’t believe it.
It’s like she’s in pain with pleasure and moaning for so much more.
“Damn, baby.” So I pull out.
Quickly grabbing her legs, I press them back again and take another soothing lick over her pulsing pussy, making her scream and grab the bed before I do it again and again and again until she’s panting for more.
I hold her tiny leg so she’s open to me. “So beautiful.” I tease my tip through her lips. “So open. Damn. You’re swelling even more for me.” I circle my crown over her entrance. “Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she can barely talk, and it’s so fucking breathtaking watching my thick cock slide inside her. Sometimes, I’m amazed I fit, but tonight, she’s never been this wet and open. She won’t stop shaking and panting.
I thrust, going faster, holding her leg, my other thumb strumming her clit, and I don’t stop until I make her come again, jolting on the bed. She groans as her pussy contracts so hard it’s pushing me out, but I fight to stay in until she’s done.
Then, I pull out and press her legs farther back, licking her little hole until she’s pliant and passive for more.
“Fuck, Eily.” I lean over her, making her taste her cum, laving it over her tongue. “You’re so sweet and dirty tonight. You’re fucking me and fighting me at the same time.”
“I’m not fighting you.” She reaches down and grabs my glistening shaft, guiding it to her entrance while she demands, “So, don’t stop fucking me, Silas.”
Her eyes narrow, heavy with lust. She props up on her elbows while I hold her leg, and we watch my cock claim her. I reach down, tugging the pearls on her nipple while I pump faster and harder, and she screams, her shaking legs trying to close to me while she comes again.
Fuck, my baby girl is a little animal tonight .
I want to laugh, but I’m so goddamn in love and insane with lust my instinct prevails.
I keep fucking her, making her come, and each time she bucks, jerking away, I yank her back to me. To the edge of the bed, where I pin her legs back and suck her clit, making her groan before I rise and guide my cock inside, slowly splitting her open again.
I’ve never seen Eily’s beautiful green eyes so hooded with lust. I’ve never watched her little body come so hard, so many times. I’ve never felt her pussy so swollen and slick before she contracts around me, grabbing and fighting for more.
I’m going to lose my goddamn mind, and I do. I can’t fight this urge anymore.
“Eily, baby. Come here.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, and like a doll, I lift her, her cape sweeping behind while I make her straddle my lap. Then, I wrap her legs around my waist.
I stare at her beautiful face, overwhelmed in this position. I suck her clamped, pebbled nipples. I caress her soft back. I fist my hard dick, my raw tip rubbing, seeking her dripping entrance until I feel it. Until she sinks down on my shaft, wrapping me in her wet heat, and I groan with her nipple in my mouth.
“God, Silas,” she moans, scratching my back while she glides her tight little hungry cunt up and down my shaft. My baby knows how to take me . From my tip to my base, she owns me.
“Eily.” I need to feel her come on my cock once more before I lose it all inside her. I grab her hip. I grab her hair. “Ride me. Ride me hard.” I press my forehead to hers. “That’s it. Grind on me. Just like that.” We gaze down, watching us. “Look at you, taking all of me inside that pretty little pussy. Yes, rub your clit on my cock until you come.” Her body obeys. “Fuck baby, yes, I can feel you.”
I can feel everything.
My swollen ache for her. A tight heat coiled in my spine. The sweet tension pulled taut to snap. An insane hunger. An intense need.
A tender hope.
I can’t get enough of her, so I claim her kiss. I make her ride my cock, our breath rising. She’s too small to fight me. She has to take me. I make her open. I make her love it until she’s about to come; I love her gasping breath. I love her .
I have to watch as her eyes shake as she falls apart for me. “Silas,” as she sings for my soul, releasing something inside me. Something only she has.
“Eily,” I can barely speak. I stare into her green eyes. I bruise her hip. I hang on to her hair. I can’t breathe, forcing her to take everything I have. It belongs to her. Only her.
Even the tears I fight.
Even the kisses I give her while we catch our breath.
Even the way I hold her tight, lying our bodies down, pulling her cape around us to keep her warm.
Even the way I stay inside her while I brush the hair off her face so I can see her. So I can fall even more in love with her.
She stares back at me, searching my eyes before she whispers, “What if we don’t get pregnant?”
“Even if we don’t get pregnant, I need you to know you’re my dream come true. I’ve only ever wanted you, Eily. I swear I marry you every morning we eat cereal. Every day we go for a walk. Every afternoon while I fish and watch you paint. Every night, when you burn our dinner.” She smiles, tears welling in her eyes. “You’re my family, Eily, no matter who else joins us.”
“Can we foster?” She won’t stop searching my eyes. “Or adopt?”
“Of course.” Her cheeks are so flushed, I have to touch them. “We can adopt as many as you want and watch; I’ll probably get you pregnant too, and then we’ll have a mess of kids until you’re so happy, you’re fussing at them all the time.”
She tickles her fingertip down my nose. “I only wanna fuss at you.”
“Hmm, good.” I roll on top of her. “Because right now, I only wanna fuck you, too.”
She giggles until my kiss grabs her laughter. Then she lets me slowly take her one more time. And deep in my heart, I don’t need to know what will happen next.
I just need her.
An hour later, I’m tugging at the fur blanket on our bed. The night is getting colder, and the candles are burning out.
“What are you doing? ”
“I’m getting our bed ready.” I brush the flower petals off the pillows. “Woman, you wore me out.”
“Huh-uh.” She shakes her head. “I’m not sleeping out here.”
“But it’s romantic and shit. Besides, getting our bed out here took me an hour.”
Her head, with her mussed pretty hair, won’t stop shaking. “No way we’re sleeping under this tree. It’s official; our island is haunted.”
“Pfft.” I set the basket of dildos on the ground. “I could’ve told you that. We got a horny haint on this island and, according to you, a sexy mobster, too.”
“But,” she kneels on our bed, staring at the canopy over us, “doesn’t that scare you? Because I felt him. Someone was touching me before you did. And don’t tell me I’m crazy because I’m not. A woman knows when her pussy’s being worshiped.”
“Well, it wasn’t Michael Cummings doing it because I watched you the whole time. Once everyone left, it was just you and Casper, the cunt hungry ghost.”
She chews her lip. She’s trying to decide whether to freak out or be thrilled; I know my woman.
So, I tell her about the gold rabbit I found, and she insists I show it to her. Then she melts my heart, showing me the indigo eggs she buried on the other side of the tree. Together, we decide to bury the gold rabbit with her eggs.
We kneel, our hands patting the rich soil firmly. But silently, I say a little thank you, too.
To Lois Ravenel. To this tree. To our island. To our partners and friends.
I believe in haints and prayers.
“I need to say something,” Eily insists, brushing her dirty hands across her white cape .
“Baby girl, you need to blurt a million things.”
“True.” She shrugs. “So, let me just say: the mask you wore tonight ? The black and gold devil one from Etsy?”
“Yeah? I ordered it two weeks ago.”
“Well, I just saw it two hours ago while I was blindfolded.” She pauses. “I saw it in a vision while something was touching me. And then … I saw it on you when you took off my blindfold.”
“Boo, ha, ha!” I wiggle my dirty fingers in her face. “You can’t escape me. Even my devilish ghost wants to fuck you.”
“Be serious,” she huffs. “Doesn’t that scare you? Like, we’re legit haunted by the ghost of Lois Ravenel.”
“Nah.” I shrug. “He must’ve seen me wearing the mask, then possessed you with a vision of it.”
“Silas! That’s freaky!”
“Yeah, but it’s kinda sweet, too. He called me to that tree months ago to find his gold rabbit. I know it. Hell, he probably called you to plant eggs by it, too. And now it’s Halloween. It’s like Charlie said: this week, his spirit is closer. He can touch us. All week he’s been fucking with us while we fuck. I mean, Charlie said he possessed her, too. So did Redix. And Daniel and Cade saw him. We’ve all felt him. That’s what Halloween is all about.”
“And that doesn’t scare you?”
“No. Spirits are always around us. Our energy never dies; it just changes form.”
“Is this a science class?”
“No, it’s true. So, it doesn’t scare me. It makes me feel better. It’s like he’s watching over us.” I take her hand. “It’s like he’s helping me get you pregnant.”
She chews her petal lip, her stare considering the tree.
“Think of it this way,” I tell her. “He’s one of our guests, but he only visits during Halloween. The rest of the year, it’s our island.”
She talks to the tree. “I’m not naming our first kid Lois!” She mutters, “Though it is a pretty name.”
“We already know our first child’s name, no matter how they’re laid in our arms.”
She turns to me, a smile ghosting her lips. Yep, here come our tears again. S he believes it, too.
“Come on.” I stand before scooping her up. “Let’s go back to the tent with the others before we have another threesome with a hot haint.”
Her legs swing over my arm while I carry her across the dark, spooky clearing. An icy gust suddenly lashes my naked backside, dead leaves rustling over our path. I sense something … or someone following us, making the hairs on my neck stand.
But Eily wraps her arms around my neck, too, resting her head on my chest while she sighs, “We may have a hot haint, but you’re still my ghostest with the mostest.”
And I’ll always be so hauntingly in love with her, too.