Chapter 24 Callisto #2
He tugs me along and we pay the ghoul at the entrance then make our way inside. It’s darker than I expected—I reach for Alabaster’s arm but he isn’t there. I look around for a moment trying to find him in the dark hallway.
“Where are you?…”
A chill creeps up my spine when I feel breath against my ear.
“Come and find me.”
I whip my head around, but he’s not there.
“Stop playing around.” I hear a whisper coming from farther down the hallway. Walking around the corner, I am met with a gory-looking skeleton with flesh hanging off the bones. A shriek is pulled from my throat as I bolt farther down the hall.
“I’m over here…” An ethereal whisper comes from a room at the end of the hall, a dim red light spilling into the hallway.
That’s not creepy at all.
Inching my way forward, I hear noises coming from behind me and turn around. “Found you!” But nothing is there. I turn back around and come face-to-face with a black mass with bright glowing eyes. My heart stops for a moment.
“I was supposed to find you!” I call out, and have to spin around again, his voice appearing behind me now.
“And you did. C’mon, I want to show you something.”
We step into a room with a massive pentagram drawn messily on the floor. The room glows under red lighting. Cobwebs hang around the ceiling and walls and a round table sits in the center.
“Looks like a seance room,” I comment over the creepy music playing.
“Wanna commune with the dead?” He smirks, wiggling his brows, and I shake my head and laugh.
“I think I have my hands full with you,” I say with a roll of my eyes.
“Are you suggesting I’m too much to handle?” he teases, and I scoff.
“Please. I can handle you.”
He turns suddenly and presses me against the wall, arms on either side, caging me in. Eyes glowing bright gold.
“You think so?” he hums, head tilting in that unnatural way of his.
My voice stays casual, but only barely. “What are you doing?”
“I want you,” he says bluntly, catching me completely off guard.
“In what way?” I breathe out softly, my heart pounding so loudly I’m sure he can hear it.
“Every way.”
Then he kisses me. His lips crash into mine, tongue sliding against my mouth before tracing along my cheek and curling under my jaw. One large hand finds my waist, sliding up to cup my breast as he sucks at my neck. I moan, gasping into the air, my back arching.
I grab his face and drag his mouth back to mine to kiss him back—messy and rough—until he spins me, lifting me onto the table behind us. He steps between my legs, my dress hiked up high on my thighs as he grinds against me. He’s hard. I can feel those ridges.
Another moan escapes me as I reach down, fumbling to unbuckle his belt and popping the button on his jeans. I reach for him—
And freeze.
It doesn’t feel like it’s supposed to.
My eyes fly up to see he’s smiling down at me, teeth flashing.
He grabs the belt, ripping it free.
“Put your hands together, pretty girl,” he demands, his voice a low purring thing.
I raise an eyebrow, but I do it, holding my hands out to him in offering.
He wraps the belt around my wrists and lays me back on the table, lifting my arms above my head. Then he walks around, kneels down, and ties the belt to the leg of the table.
“Does that feel okay?” he asks, voice low and serious, and I blink slowly in surprise.
I nod slowly, breath catching as I watch him, waiting.
He returns to me, placing his hands on my knees and slowly pushing them apart. My body reacts before I can think, my thighs falling open for him…
“Kiss me,” I whisper, my voice a plea.
He leans over me, his mouth devouring mine. My hips arch up, desperate for friction, and he tangles a hand in my hair, pulling tight as I feel him reach into his jeans and free himself.
He bites my lip gently as his other hand trails under my dress, shoving it up further. He slides my panties aside and presses his fingers against me, and I jolt at the contact, whining.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he growls against my lips, fingers circling my clit, and I cry out, pushing into them, my hands curling against the belt.
He pulls his fingers away and I make a sound of denial at the loss. He lines himself up, rubbing the thick head against me. My breath shutters. Fuck… He’s huge. The ridges catch and I whimper.
“Tell me you want me.” His voice is rough with desire.
I gasp, lost in the moment, trying to arch my hips for more…
He teases me—just the tip pressing in—
“I want to hear you say it, Callisto.” He says my name like a purr and my body trembles.
“I want you,” I breathe, meeting his eyes so he can see the truth in my own.
His face darkens as he thrusts, filling me slowly, inch by inch.
The ridges stretch me further than anything I’ve ever taken, one at a time.
I moan loudly, the sound echoing throughout the room.
He pulls at my hair, using it to arch my neck before sinking his teeth into the soft flesh.
He thrusts deep and slow, until I can take all of him to the hilt.
He moans, the sound not low like I would expect… It comes out high—almost a whimper into my ear as he pushes fully inside of me.
It sets my body on fire.
“Rub my clit—please,” I beg, squirming under him.
He lifts himself up, hand sliding down my body until two fingers find the perfect spot, his rhythm never faltering. His cock fills me so completely, every ridge dragging against my walls.
“Fuck—I’m coming. Don’t stop. Please,” I plead, my voice a trembling mess as my thighs shake.
He doesn’t.
He grabs my hips, lifting them higher and slamming into me hard enough to make the table groan beneath us.
His breath pants against my ear, ragged and desperate, and then I feel him pulse inside me—filling me in a way that feels possessive, like a claim.
I cry out as the heat spills over, coating my thighs with his cum.
He slowly pulls out, then reaches up and breaks the belt binding my wrists. He drags me into him as he kisses my forehead, his breaths still as unsteady as my own.
My bag buzzes and I blink, reality crashing back into me.
It’s my phone.
Jack.
My stomach sinks with a feeling of dread as I fumble for it, answering, my words shaky.
“Hello?”
His voice is low and clipped with worry.
“You need to get home. Now.”