I was beneath the cemetery. No idea how I knew that, but somehow I knew that’s where I was. It wasn’t like being buried in dirt, it was just a big, empty, dark room. A man stepped forward, illuminated by a small light as if only one lightbulb were lit fromsome above source. “It’s you,” he sneered. “What do you want? Back for more?”
“Trust me dude, I am so fucking tired of dealing with you.”
Alaric tapped his foot and checked his watch. Even in death, he wore a suit and checked the time as if he had some place to be. “You can tell Lunette to stop with the nonsense. Really, the wedding dress, the babbling of a love ballad each night. I’m not coming out to be, what, aghost? Such a thing is beneath me.”
“How could you be so impossibly blind to all you had right in front of you? You never deserved her. You deserve nothing but this.” I crossed my arms and let out an exhale. “However… if you want her, and you promised to treat her well… I could help you go back to her.”
Alaric pinched his mustache. “Tempting… tempting… Lunette is eccentric, to be sure, but easy on the eyes and very wealthy.” He considered his options. “But no, from what I’ve heard, more gold and finery exists beyond some pearly gates—or whatever the hell the afterlife is. I believe I’d like to go there.”
I wished it were possible to kill a man twice—because I would have killed him then and there.
“You think a place with pearly gates allows men who murder and use women in? You sure do think highly of yourself, don’t you? But fine, stay here for all I care. Good riddance.”
With a tap above me, I was back in front of Lunette, who grabbed me as if I were her life raft in the middle of a storming ocean. She was crying, sobbing, actually. Gripping her tightly, I tilted her chin. “What’s wrong, beautiful? I spoke with Alaric… he sends his love… but says he wants to move on to the afterlife.”
Still crying, Lunette shook her head. “Shiloh, I thought I’d never see you again, and I have to tell you… I have to tell you that I hoped it would be you rising from this grave. Not Alaric, but you. I want you, Shiloh Solair. I love you. There’s no one else for me.”
I swallowed my emotion. “I love you, Lunette Selene.”
We kissed then. We kissed like two people in love. Our mouths exploring each other’s like it was the first time. Suddenly, Lunette pulled back, her eyes wide. “My spell… it worked.”
Confused, I asked. “What do you mean?”
Taking a step back, Lunette put her hands over her heart and recited a familiar spell. “Bring back the love of my life, bring back my love. Right the wrongs. Bring to me my true love. Let not death hold back my love from me.”
My lips parted in awe. “It was me.”
“You,” she breathed. “It was always you.”
Arm in arm, one in suspenders, the other in a wedding dress, we walked an aisle of graves into our dark happily ever after… well, until I stopped her at my headstone.
“There’s no possible way I’ll make it home without fucking you on the street. Your safest bet is to stay here with me for a bit,” I murmured in her ear. Her answering kisses were heavy and filled with need. She wouldn’t make it the walk home either. “I need to get you out of this damn dress,” I growled as the October moon upon us. We loved each other. She was mine. Finally, Lunette Selene was mine… and I needed to get this dress she bought for some undeserving dick of a man off of her. “Can I rip it off?” I asked between kisses, pushing her against my headstone. Lunette pressed her body against me, sucking on my lower lip. “God, please do. I hate this thing now.”
“Glad we agree. You’re stunning, but seeing you in the dress meant for someone else, night after night… ” With a quick grip, I ripped the front of the bodice. Lunette tossed her veil into the dirt and kicked off her white satin ballet flats.
“More,” she demanded. “Tear it all to shreds.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. The dress fell apart like paper in the rain, white scraps and ribbons falling onto autumn leaves as more and more of Lunette’s pale skin pushed against me as we kissed. Finally, she stood naked before me. Her nipples pert, the curves of her body flawless, and long white hair framing her like my angel atop my grave.
My angel who’d brought me back from death.
“Are you going to keep gawking at me, or are you going to get naked and fuck me, Solair?” Lunette asked, breathless, as she leaned against my headstone.
Shrugging off my suspenders, I unbuttoned my shirt, kicked off my boots, and tossed aside my pants and boxers. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Selene, and you’re going to fuck me back. And hell, your spell might be wasted because it’s entirely possible neither of us make it out of this damn graveyard.”
She sauntered toward me, placing a hand on my breast as the other slipped between my thighs, finding evidence of just how badly I wanted her. “I guess I’m stuck here with my ghost, then. My poltergeist, my angel, my demon, my spirit.” My eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as her fingers dipped into me. Retreating, she brought them to her lips and sucked my wetness from her skin, her pink lips puckering around her knuckles as she maintained eye contact, just daring me to pounce.
That was enough to make me lose control. Lunette yelped as I picked her up, spun her around, and pushed her over the side of my headstone. “Act like a little whore, and you’re going to get fucked like one,” I teased, holding her head back by her hair. My other hand slipped down the crack of her ass and found her wetness pooling in her center. “So wet for me, White Witch.”
“I need you to fuck me hard,” she whimpered. “So fucking hard, Shiloh.”
“Are you going to electrocute me frozen if I don’t?” I continued coaxing her wetness from her pussy as I held her inplace, taking a moment to admire her ass on full display for me. “Or will you turn me into a cat?”
A whimper escaped her throat as I slowly nudged two fingers at the base of her opening. “Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me.”
A guttural sound vibrated in my throat as I slipped my fingers inside her, taking my time to open them and stretch her out. Leaning back and pulling her hair as I did, I watched her take me from tip to knuckles, in and out. “Fucking hell, Lune. Just look at you taking me. You’re perfect.”
With a moan, she bucked her ass back against me. I widened my stance, holding her in place with my thighs while grinding against her. My wetness coating her soft and supple ass while my fingers fucked her harder and harder, picking up the intensity. My girl asked for hard, but I was a gentlewoman, and I’d ease her in appropriately so I didn’t hurt her. But she was making it hard to go at a healthy pace—because fuck if I didn’t want to just rail the hell out of her when she moved her hips like that.
