Page 4 of Haunted Hearts

“Yeah, we’re not doing this. I’ll find you some clothes. Just go clean yourself up, you smell like death.” I wave her off, and she throws me a disgusted look before storming away.

I pause. It’s odd that Calli isn’t awake yet, especially after all we just went through. Usually she’s up my ass. I suppose she’s exhausted and didn’t sleep much the past few days, but, still, she didn’t blow up my phone with a hundred calls on our way back like she usually does.

A prickle runs down my spine.

“I can feel you smiling, little ghost. Do you know something I don’t?”

CHAPTER 2 KAI (AKA Alabaster)

I open my eyes, heavy with sleep, and look over to see Callisto’s face.

I take in her soft features, my hand reaching out to caress her soft, pouty lips as I wipe a bit of drool from her cheek. My face softens as I gaze down at her.

Fucking beautiful.

I can’t help but think of all the things I want to do with her mouth and find myself growing hard. I bite my lip and dip my hand under the blanket to cup one of her breasts. I watch her as she smiles, shifting herself to give me better access.

“Fuck, Calli,” I whisper under my breath.

My hand slowly makes its way down to her rib cage as I squeeze gently, trailing my hand along her abdomen, sliding my fingers under her panties. She shifts again in her sleep, a soft moan escaping her lips as I slide my fingers over her clit and begin to work my wrist. I move my fingers down and she’s already wet.

I glide into her easily as she opens her eyes and meets my gaze.

“You interrupted a wonderful dream…” she says in a husky voice.

“I can tell.” I give her a sly smirk, and her body angles toward mine, searching. “Good morning, beautiful.”

Her fingers run through my hair. “You look so different now.”

“I know, not nearly as handsome.”

“Your hair is darker than mine now, and I almost miss your horns.”

“Don’t worry. If you keep your eyes closed, I’ll still feel the same.”

The corners of my lips curl upward and I press them to hers.

She throws her head back. “Stop, I have morning breath, it tastes awful.” She scrunches her face at me. “Alaba—”

“Kai, remember?” I grip her jaw, opening her mouth, pulling my other hand out of her, and place my fingers soaked in her wetness on her tongue. “How do you taste?” I ask as she raises a brow at me before closing her mouth around my fingers, sucking them clean.

“I don’t know, why don’t you tell me?” she teases.

I growl; releasing her jaw, my fingers still slick from her spit, I slide my hand back down to sink them into her.

Her hips jerk as she rocks back against my hand, ass lifted high like she’s offering herself. Slick warmth coats my fingers as I curl them deep inside her soaking pussy.

A ragged moan breaks from her throat, and I raise my brow at her outburst. She slaps a hand over her mouth, desperate to stay quiet.

“Come for me, pretty girl,” I say in a low voice.

Calli pulls the pillow from under her head and buries her face in it, letting out a helpless whimper. I don’t stop. I press, driving my fingers harder, feeling her walls clamp around me.

“That’s it… Good girl.”

She tries to wiggle away when it becomes too much but I won’t allow it, gripping her hip with my free hand to hold her down.

“Keep going, you can do it, baby.”