Chapter 13 Skel

P resent—

I rolled to a stop outside the cemetery, shutting down the engine on my bike. When I stood, Lacey followed, removing her helmet. I stored it in the saddlebags and turned toward her, ticking my head toward the rows of headstones, the light fog playfully rolling across to disguise the ground, and the moon crawling its way up the night sky.

"Run," I ordered, removing my mask from my cut and pulling it on.

She tilted her head, confused. "What?"

It probably didn't make sense to her. But I'd found her in a cemetery and I wanted to make her come in one.

"Run, my sweet little temptress. But know when I find you, I'll be fucking you."

She blinked, knocking her knees together as her thighs clenched. My woman loved sex in public places, and she grew insatiable when I fucked while wearing my skeleton mask.

"That's right. I'm going to shove my cock deep inside you, Lacey. I might even let my shadows play."

That seemed to do it.

Lacey's lips parted. The idea intrigued her.

Without another word, she sprinted away from me, rushing through the gate and the fog, which created waves of cool mist, pulsing as it reformed in her absence.

This is going to be fun.

The shadows hovered around my shoulders as I counted in my head. They waited for my instructions, eager to hunt. I could feel their desire and excitement. My cock hardened, and I pressed against my jeans, feeling the rough material dig into my bare skin.

I'd gone commando tonight. Nothing would stop me from claiming Lacey. The less in the way, the better.

When I reached one hundred, I headed in the direction she ran. The silent graves added to the spooky atmosphere as I began to listen, hoping I could catch her footfalls or breathing. The wind was almost nonexistent, and the trees barely moved. Any chill came from the low temperature.

I heard leaves crinkle to my right and turned, following the noise as it continued. She wasn't trying hard to stay quiet. Hadn't anyone ever taught her how to be suitable prey?

I smirked as I caught her shadow. It swept over a nearby headstone, and I approached, slowing my steps.

"Skel," she called. "I'm naked, and I'm playing with my pussy."

Naughty girl.

We'd have to try this again. Once she had proper instructions, we could drag this out much longer.

Right now? I just wanted to bury my cock inside her and feel her warmth clench around me.

I found Lacey bending over a grave. Her ass jutted out, and she wore nothing to hide her bare pussy or the slick glistening on her fingers as she strummed her clit.

"Oh, God, Skel. I need you."

I see that, Sweet Girl.

"Put your hands on the grave and widen your legs."

She obeyed, removing her fingers as she moaned. Her ass jiggled as she taunted me. "Skel."

I unsnapped my jeans and stepped behind her, yanking down my zipper. My cock sprang free, eager to be inside Lacey. "You'll take my dick, Baby. Every hard inch. And I want you to scream when you come. Wake the fucking dead with that orgasm. You hear me?"

She did.

I gave her no warning before I slammed inside her tight, wet heat, holding onto her hips as I began to pump hard. Her cries seemed to echo in the stillness. Just the idea that we were fucking like this sent a thrill through me.

The slapping of our flesh could be heard as we rutted against each other, driving our need higher. I could feel the arousal building and us both heading toward a wild release.

Knowing it would send her over the edge, I let the shadows hold onto her wrists and ankles, spreading her wide as I fucked her. A shiver ghosted my spine as dark, sultry laughter filled my head.

Yes, let's fuck her. Hard.

And I did. More than once. All fucking night.

We didn't leave that cemetery for hours.