Talia

I saunter towards my husband. He’s sitting on the bench beside Theo and they’re watching our little boys playing in the sandpit.

“Supper is ready,” I say.

Micah rises to his feet and grabs our son, Declan, throwing him over his shoulder.

“Are you going to eat with us tonight?” I turn my face to Theo.

Theo shakes his head. “Rive has invited Rebel and me over for supper tonight.”

Micah slaps Theo on the back. “Come to ours tomorrow then.”

“Thanks, bro,” Theo says and grabs his boy.

A delicate pain envelops my heart. Theo’s eyes radiate pure love for Rebel. His son is everything to him.

Rebel wasn’t everything to S’Ylla though. And neither was Theo to her.

My dad said he’d kill her if she as much as steps into the compound. She must have sensed it because nobody has seen her for months.

I loop my arm through Micah’s and we go to our kitchen. My husband washes Declan’s hands under the tap and puts him into the travelling cot as I start piling plates with the food.

Declan cries and moans so Micah feeds him and bathes him.

As my son drops off to sleep in his bedroom, we tidy up the kitchen and Micah drops into the chair at the table, pulling me onto his lap.

“I’m worried about Theo,” I say.

“The guy has no luck with women,” Micah says.

“And he’s the gentlest of you all. That’s a shame.”

Micah’s jaw muscles twitch.

I kiss his unshaven cheek. “Don’t be jealous.”

“I am jealous. Is it something bad that I want you only for myself?”

I purr. “And I want you only for myself.” I kiss his lips. “I hate it when you go to the casino with Ettrian.”

“We have to earn money. And the guy is even better than me.”

“There are women in the casino. Beautiful women. Human women.”

Micah wraps his arms around me and nibbles on my earlobe. “You’re the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.”

“I’m not, but thank you anyway. Kai is the most beautiful girl of us all.”

“Kai is a little rodent.”

I laugh. “Murray?”

“A flea?”

“Yara?”

“I don’t know.” He rearranges my body so I straddle his lap. “A talkative parrot?”

“Just don’t you dare to tell her this. Ever.”

He palms my breasts and his eyes burn with lust. “I want to have you bent over the table.”

“Oh really? And what are you going to do with me?”

His lips move down the side of my neck as he squeezes my breasts roughly. “I’m gonna fuck you in the ass. Interested?”

I cup his face in both my hands as my pussy pulses. “You’ve never wanted it like this.”

“You were kind of pregnant, remember?”

I snort. “I was very pregnant. Not kind of pregnant.”

He slides his fingers under the straps of my vest and lowers them, exposing my breasts. “I want it dirty.”

There’s been more demons around the compound recently—five within the last three months. Micah is not commenting on this threat, but I know deep down he is worried about Declan’s and my safety. The Hungry Dogs MC are trying to take over our area and flood the market with their warlock moonshine. We clash with them regularly.

I know Micah wants to shake it off.

He always shakes off tension by fucking me.

He spreads my breasts and kisses a wet path between them then draws one fully into his mouth, biting my nipple lightly.

I grab his shaved head and moan. My arousal wets my panties.

Micah grasps my waist and lifts me, laying me on the table so my back rests against the top. He removes my shorts and panties, and he folds my legs. My body shivers in anticipation.

His mouth touches my inner thigh as his hand cups my mound. He growls with excitement.

“So fucking wet,” he rasps.

His mouth moves up to my pussy, and he runs his tongue along my slit. Heat surges through me and tension starts building in my tummy.

He kisses my pussy, licks me then sucks my clitoris gently, pushing a finger into me. I grab his head and urge him to give me more. To give me harder and faster.

He pumps his finger in and out, his tongue lapping over my clitoris. I ascend. I shatter. I scream with pleasure.

Micah grips my waist and rolls me so my chest rests against the table and my feet touch the floor. He drives his cock into my pussy, filling me, stretching me.

My mind is still whirling as he inserts his finger into my mouth and I taste my own arousal. I suck his finger like I would suck his dick as he thrusts into me slowly.

His low growls travel in the air. The smell of our desire hangs heavy around us.

Micah pulls his finger out and circles my tight hole with in. I suck in a breath as he pushes in.

It feels different—decadent, erotic. Foreign.

He slides his finger deeper, causing me a stinging pain. But his cock moving in my pussy gives me pleasure. These sensations blend, creating an intoxicating jolt.

Micah pushes two digits into my tight opening and I let out a hiss of pain, easing my weight onto my elbows. He leans over me and his lips capture mine. I kiss my juices from his mouth, a bit salty in taste.

His fingers slide in and out of my tight hole, stretching me, and the stinging fades. He pulls his cock out of my pussy, and I feel the head pushing at my other opening, replacing his digits.

Micah braces me with his arm and enters me gently. The head of his cock goes past my sphincter and he stops moving. I stiffen in his embrace as my breath stops in my throat and sweat beads my forehead. Pain claws at me.

“So fucking good with you,” Micah rasps into my ear, his breath heavy, scorching.

I start panting. “You’re too big.”

It burns and stings. My throat pulses. My insides twist.

“Breathe, baby.” Micah kisses my gasps.

He lowers and causes my chest to press against the table. His hips move against my ass and he goes deeper. I wiggle, but his body immobilises mine.

I feel his thumb massaging my clit. Flutters of pleasure radiate from my pussy. The pain recedes. I feel stretched, full. Delirious.

“I want you to cum on my cock,” Micah demands.

He starts thrusting into me, his thumb rubbing against my clit.

I melt.

I sizzle.

I rise towards the ultimate white unity with the universe.

Micah fucks me harder and I hear him moan. His balls slap against my ass with each punishing thrust. Our bodies sway, clenched together, and I cum with a scream. My body trembles violently as my husband moans his satisfaction.

“Love you,” Micah says.

“Love you more.”

He pulls out of me and I feel his come trickling down my inner thigh.

“It’s fucking messy,” I say.

“You like it.” His voice is coated with contentment.

“You like it too.”

“Love it. Love everything about you.”

“If you love me so much, take me out on a date or something.”

“You want to go clubbing and get drunk?”

“With my lovely husband. We got a deal?”

“We got a deal.”

We go to the bedroom, wash, and drift off to sleep.

The next morning, I visit my favourite graveyard and work with three ghosts. I’m very strict about that number—three ghosts a week. My first case is a nineteen-year-old who died in a car crash. The images of her tragedy seep into my mind, but she has no awareness of her death. I block my emotions to have a cool head as S’Ylla taught me and I turn into a grey mist.

The ghost looks like a normal girl to me now.

I hold her hand in mine. “Hey.”

She shudders as her wide blue eyes fix on mine. “I’m lost in the fog.”

“I know. You had an accident, sweetie.”

“An accident?”

“You died.”

She sucks in a breath.

I stroke her arm. “You don’t breathe, sweetie.” I hug her. “It’s cool to be a ghost, believe me. I know something about it.”

We stand opposite each other and I see dread then surprise on her face.

“You can stay or go farther,” I say.

“My grandma…”

“Yes.” I nod.

I see her deceased grandma so I shove her forward. A sense of relief wafts through me, and I disconnect from her. I’d cry if I stayed with her.

A whisper bangs against my brain.

The wolves’ bitch.

The wolves’ bitch.

They’re coming. They’re howling.

“Shut up,” I growl.

The ghosts have been whispering this message for a few months. Well, we’ll see sooner or later.