“Your mouth looks almost as good taking my finger as your pussy does,” she murmured darkly.
My cheeks flushed, but I kept sucking, tempting her into whatever she may do next. There was no way to predict Shiloh’s next movements. She burned hot and bright like the sun. She would warm and she would burn, and I had no say in either. I could only hope she rose again for me each morning.
Before I could respond, my graveyard girl grabbed my hips and lifted me with ease onto the counter. Removing her finger from my mouth, she inspected where her blood trickled againstthe saliva I left behind. “Spread your legs. I’m still hungry,” she demanded.
Excitement fluttered through me. No one ever dared to order me about. Too afraid of being turned into a cat or something. But not Shiloh Solair. In fact, she didn’t seem afraid of anything at all, least of all me. Somehow, that was a comfort I’d never known. A strange sort of safety in the arms of my poltergeist that had followed me home from a cemetery.
Doing as I was told, I opened my knees, leaning back on my palms. “Breakfast is served, darling.”
With a low growl of desire, she lowered to her knees and discovered my new trend of not wearing panties beneath my dresses. “You dirty little whore of a witch,” she purred. “Such a slut for me, aren’t you?”
“You know I am.”
Without warning, her wet and bloody finger pierced my entrance, filling me up with no pretense. I screamed in pleasure, one hand tangling into her curls to hold on as she thrusted in and out. “Do you always wake up this wet for me, Lune?”
My answer was a moan that echoed across the tile as her mouth covered my clit. Her tongue worked in harmony with her fingers’ rhythm, pushing my orgasm deeper and deeper, and just outside the reach of when I’d normally come. Oh, god, this one was going to be huge, wasn’t it?
Was I ready for that? For this mysterious woman to coax even more pleasure and emotion from me than she already had? My heart belonged to another… yet it was as if she were wrestling my soul from Alaric’s cold, dead grip.
Who would win?
Who did I hope would win?
Questions I couldn’t—wouldn’t—ponder. Sex was for forgetting, not for… whatever these thoughts were. My ass hung off the corner of the cold marble countertop as Shiloh devouredme, drop by drop, her blood mixing with my pleasure as her tongue flicked rapidly against my clit.
Finally, I could hold off no longer, my bliss exploding, and I screamed my release while pulling against her curls. If I held her hair tight enough, she’d keep me from floating away in ecstasy.
Though my release whimpered through me, Shiloh didn’t stop her tasting, licking, sucking, and drinking from me until I’d come another three times. At that point, my sensitive pussy and I begged for reprieve. When she stopped, she stood, putting her hands on either side of me on the counter. Of course, I allowed myself a long glance at her perfect physique: strong shoulders, a perfect jaw, sparkling eyes, and her shirt rolled up over her elbows in such an effortlessly sexy way. I pulled on her suspenders, bringing her in for a kiss.
“Thanks for feeding me,” she whispered gruffly against my lips. “Same place for lunch? Snacks? Dinner?”
I giggled, resting my forehead on her shoulder. “You’re a bit greedy, don’t you think?”
“I’m just a hardworking, hungry girl.” She smirked devilishly. “I’ll always want more of you.”
Fear gripped my chest that I could feel the same in return. That wouldn’t happen. I would have to be strong and resist. Though her smile, her kiss, and the way she tenderly picked me up and sat me down, smoothing my dress for me… Shiloh was so perfect.
That’s why I couldn’t let my heart be too involved… I’d already lost one love. How could I tempt fate by giving my heart to a ghost?
That afternoon, we ventured into Hollows Grove once more. I wanted to visit the library and read more on the anatomy and longevity of poltergeists from their veiled section for witches and other magical folk. The non-magic humans only saw cookbooks. Though for those of us with second sight, we checked out books on all sorts of ancient alchemy. Alaric, when he met me, found me reading a book on magical medicinal herbs for the garden. He’d known I was a witch, but it never fazed him, and he’d never asked much about it. More importantly, he’d like my home filled with my cat companions. Well, he at least didn’t seem to mind them as long as they stayed out of the office I promised to set aside for him.
Alaric must have been in my thoughts because we were passing by his old apartment. A larger-than-life ode to Hollow history, just like he was. “Do you want to go in?” Shiloh asked, lacing her fingers with mine in support.
“Maybe I’ll just say hello to Matilda.”
“Matilda?”
“Alaric’s maid. She’s even been keeping the house open for tours since his death. I feel bad I haven’t been by more. It’s just hard coming here and him not greeting me at the door.”
Shiloh kissed my forehead. “I’m sure she understands. Let’s say hello, then.”
Remarkably kind and thoughtful was my ghostly escort. Oddly, she hadn’t wanted to discuss her state of being at all since the night I’d told her. No questions, or inquiries, it was as if I’d never revealed it to her. Perhaps that’s the way she wanted it. To just forget. I couldn’t say I could blame her for that. Wasn’t I doing much of the same?
I knocked on the door, and when I did, it shuddered open. “That’s strange. Matilda never leaves the door unlocked.” Pushing it open, I stepped inside the dark apartment. “No lights are on, no candles…”
Shiloh took my hand and moved me behind her. “Something’s not right,” she said.
My witch sense strongly agreed. I held tight to Shiloh’s hand. Though I had plenty of magic, as a white witch, my gifts were focused on healing, and occasionally on justice, but a soft sort of justice made of whiskers and fur rather than blood and terror. Even so, I wasn’t confident I could quickly curse a killer into becoming an animal. Shiloh’s strength was probably my best line of defense from an attacker outside the protective wards I held against my home. Which, if the noises from last night were any indication, those wards needed refreshing.
