Page 64 of Purrfectly Haunted

“But she’s not alone anymore,” Ewan says. “We’re here to help. That’s our job.”

The Lady in Red studies him for a moment. “You’re glowing. Did you know?”

“I’m... sorry?”

“To our ghostly eyes, you’re glowing like the moon. Agnes used to glow, too, before the monster killed her. You are different, just like she was. You can interact with the veil. If only we knew it sooner. Agnes could have freed the others a century ago. But alas, we all stayed here until a new gifted found their way to this house. You found your way here, by happenstance or by divine design. Maybe you can really help.”

“We can,” I say. “We’ll figure a way to save the house, I promise.”

She sighs. “The promises of men mean nothing to me. I’ll stay a while longer and hold you to that promise. Help Agnes. She's no longer herself. She’s a mindless jailer. Rage incarnate. You’ll need to find a way to deal with her before you can face the monster. Destroy the evil rot eating away at the house, and we’ll be in your debt. The others haven’t gone, they just went back to their favourite haunts all over the city. It is a powerful thing to have spirits on your side. Especially for someone like you.” She looks at Ewan.

He appears shaken, but he nods.

“How do we fight off this evil?” I ask.

She sighs again. “Wish that I knew. You’ll have to figure this out yourselves. I am but a simple whore.”

That, I doubt very much. She must have been a fearsome thing to behold.

“Thank you for your help, my lady,” I say. “Without your guidance, we might have wandered in the dark for a while longer.”

“The pleasure was all mine, boys.” She smiles wickedly. “In the meantime, let me give you a gift. I know you’ll probably enjoy this one more than the first time.” She blows us a kiss, and it feels like a warm breeze caressing my face.

But then the breeze turns into liquid fire burning through my vein.

“Oh...” Ewan says behind me.

The Lady in Red disappears into thin air, but her magic remains. It feels like it just grabbed me by the cock and squeezed.

“Holy shit...” I close my eyes and savour the way by body reacts. It feels like all my nerves are coming alive.

Ewan’s breathing turns ragged, and I look at him. His face is flushed and he looks about to faint, or I guess that’s his oh-my-god-I-need-to-come face.

“Do you want to leave?” I ask him.

He frowns, looking confused. “What..?”

“If you’re unsure about this, we can fight it and go our separate ways until we've calmed down. It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything.” The words physically hurt me, and my control is hanging on by a thread.

He shakes his head, and his bottom lip quivers as he says, “I want you...”

“Oh fuck, thank god.” I launch forward and kiss him.

He moans into my mouth as I devour him. Fireworks explode in my brain and butterflies take flight in my belly. His hands are in my sweatshirt, hanging on for dear life, as I take all that he wants to give me. He’s melting under my touch, always so perfect for me.

I push him gently backwards until we reach the couch in front of the fireplace. His legs give out and he falls, breaking our kiss.

He looks up at me, desperate. “Please... please... please...” His hands wander all over his body, as if he can’t help but to seek friction.

A new wave of desire crashes over me. “I love it when you beg, baby.”

Maybe the Lady in Red and I are more similar than I thought.

I reach for my belt. He watches me, eyes feverish, as I take my cock out. I’m so hard already, I can feel my heartbeat in the swelling veins along my shaft. He leans forwards and rubs his face all over my erection, and I can’t take it anymore. I can’t fight it. I fist his hair and bury my cock between his inviting lips. He moans, spit running down his chin.

I've been dreaming about this since the first day we met.

“Fuck... Ewan... That’s it...” I hit the back of his throat and pleasure zips through me.