Dead End: Midnight Hollow

by Penn Cassidy

  “You don’t know what you're asking for, little goth, but I'll be happy to show you.” He didn’t wait for my reply. Smooth lips smashed against mine in a kiss that was possessive, hard, and demanding me to open up under the pressure.

  I most definitely met his silent command, opening my mouth with a whimper as his tongue snaked in with a leisurely caress against mine. I met his stroke for stroke, and it was messy, dirty, and I loved every second of it. His grip tightened around my throat to angle my head better, then his hand loosened and trailed unhurried along my hairline to the back of my neck, his fingers weaving in my hair until he gripped a fistful to control my every movement.

  Who knew that the guys were hiding the need to give and give some more behind those stony masks for a whole year? I would have been way down with the dicking, but I guessed it wasn’t the time then.

  “Bend over,” he commanded roughly, and I swore my pussy pulsed with that demand, practically begging him to fuck me good and hard.

  He added pressure to my neck, pushing me down until my breasts were pressed against the cold surface of the metal table, stealing my breath away as he felt past my silk corset and pebbled my nipples almost painfully.

  “Right here?” I asked in a husky voice full of need, bracing my hands on the table with my fingers spread wide.

  “Right here, October. I’m going to spank you until your ass is sore and your pussy is weeping just for me. You’ll be feeling me for days,” he threatened, his voice hard and gentle at the same time.

  Michael slid his other hand down my back until he was grasping the back of my thigh, then he trailed his talented fingers up higher and flipped my skirt over my hips. He still held onto my neck with one hand, so I couldn’t move as my cheek lay on the table, my breath fogging the metal with each excited pant. I spread my legs wider, bracing myself and arching my spine, because I needed to feel his touch, feel the heat that came along with each punishing smack.

  “Don’t move,” he ordered, waiting for my fast nod before letting go of my neck and grasping both of my ass cheeks with another groan.

  He gripped my ass before letting go to finger my thong, pulling the material and causing it to rub against my clit before snapping it in place, stinging my skin. His fingers lightly ran over my pussy lips through the thong, feeling how soaking wet I already was for him. The cool air brushed over my asscheeks when he removed his hands, until suddenly, his palm came down in a hard slap that made me gasp at the burning sensation. The blood rushed to the heated spot, and I could feel my arousal starting to drip down my thighs.

  “Again,” I pleaded breathlessly, gripping the table for dear life as I stood on my tippy toes with my ass sticking up. I loved the way he hissed out a breath after discovering how much I needed this.

  I’d take all the darkness he had inside him. I’d take the good too, but I’d get on my hands and knees for that wicked side of him to come out and play with me. He promised I wouldn’t be able to sit for a week, and I believed him as he landed smack after smack on my ass, leaving my butt pulsing with the beat of my heart and swelling tenderly under his touch.

  I’d begged him to bring me the creature I craved, and he delivered. He paused, breathing heavily at my back as he ran his hand over the red prints in a soothing way, before quickly grabbing me by the waist and flipping me over until my butt was resting on the cold table. I cried out from the shock of it, the sting like tiny little needles, until it faded into a pleasurable pulse.

  “Place your feet on the ledge and spread your legs,” he said, his deep voice hard as he stared down at me. His eyes were changing, a galaxy of stars flashing in his gaze.

  I rested my feet on the edge of the table and opened my legs under his attentive gaze as he pushed my thighs wider until the stretch was a dull burn. He didn’t stay anything as he unbuckled his belt, snapping the leather through the loops and handing it over to me. I stared down at it in confusion before meeting his gaze again and could see the wicked, sinister plan he had for me.

  He pulled his pants low, halfway down his muscular thighs with his thick cock bobbing between us and making my eyes widen with doubt. I realized he’d been commando the whole time, but what held my attention was the fact that the thing between his legs was a fucking monster cock. Thick, not as long as Jason and Norman’s, maybe eight inches, but really fucking thick, with veins wrapping around the smooth skin that looked hard as steel.

  “It’ll fit, little goth, now put the belt in your mouth, bite down hard, and don’t let go,” he said with a lopsided grin, nodding to the belt as I stared at it in confusion.

  “Why?” It didn’t make sense, why did I need the belt in my mouth? I could think of so many other uses for it.

  “So no one can hear you screaming.” He chuckled darkly, the inky veins around his eyes spreading like a spiderweb as he helped place the sleek leather between my lips, watching me stare up at him.

  He leaned forward to sweetly kiss my forehead, lingering before drawing back as he bit his bottom lip, then glanced down to see how damp my panties were. He leisurely skimmed the pad of his thumb over my slit through the material, drawing a tight lipped moan from me.

  Michael grasped my panties in a tight fist and snapped them completely off me with a single pull, then brought them up to his nose with a deep inhale. My eyes widened, and he grinned wickedly as he reached over his head to pull his shirt off. You know, the move that makes girls go stupid as muscles flex and shift.

  Without warning, he brought the palm of his hand down onto my pussy in fast, repeated smacks that left me crying out in pleasure, biting down on the belt with my hips bucking off the table. His hand came away soaking wet when he stopped, and he brought it up to his mouth to lick his fingers clean as he watched me.

  “Fuck,” he said with a rough groan, stepping forward to trail smooth lips down the edge of my jawline to nibble along my throat.

  He roughly pushed off, ripping his mouth away with a snarl, then lunged forward between my spread legs, plunging his thick cock deeply inside me without warning. My scream was muffled by the belt as my head fell back against the cold table, feeling every thick inch. He didn’t give me time to adjust before he pulled back and slammed inside again, our bodies slapping roughly together.

  Sometimes, I needed the pain as a wake up call that I was still here, and he was giving me that wake up call. His thrusts wouldn’t slow. He fucked me long and hard with smooth, wet, well-timed movements that echoed around the room each time he pulled away, only to plunge back in roughly.

  The bonesaw fell to the floor with a clatter, alongside the scalpel and other morbid tools as the table shook with his deep, fast thrusts. He grabbed my hip with one clawed hand, the nails only slightly digging in to leave crescent moon shapes, while his other hand gripped the back of my neck again, dragging my head down until I could see every inch of him fucking into me. Sliding in and out smoothly, his cock disappearing inside of me had to be the hottest thing I’d ever seen. That was, until he slid out covered in my juices.

  “Fucking hell, look at you creaming all over my cock,” he breathed.

  My eyes squeezed tight as I felt my lower stomach clench, the pressure building until I was unable to stop grinding against him each time he pounded into me. I didn’t think the belt was doing a good job of keeping me quiet, because he quickly wound his clawed fingers in my hair and pulled my head up, tossing the belt aside so he could kiss me as I came in hard, blissful pulses around his cock.

  He broke the kiss as I was still coming around him, my legs violently shaking as he pounded into me quick and hard before grinding his pelvis along my clit. Then he was coming inside me in thick ropes of cum. He ground his teeth while his neck muscles strained as he eventually slowed down, breathing heavily and placing his forehead against mine, his minty breath fanning my face.

  “Can we do that again?” I panted, loving his throaty chuckle as he stepped out from between my legs, grasping my cheeks with both hands and placing a lingering
, sweet kiss on my lips.

  A girl could get used to this. Who knew morgue sex was a thing? I just went with it and could honestly say it was amazing. Ten out of ten, would repeat again…and again.

  “How about we head back to the manor so I can find out what else we’ve been missing this past year,” he suggested, a dark promise in his voice as he bent down and grabbed his shirt off the floor.

  I thought he would put it back on, but he used it to clean between my legs, making me jump in shock and stare up at him flabbergasted as he winked, tossing the shirt away in the bin. I hopped down from the table with a wince, already feeling the ghost of him between my legs and trying to hide my pleased giggle by biting down on my lip.

  He pulled his jeans up, chuckling as he looped his belt through, and I declared it was my favorite belt. He should wear it all the time no matter what, just in case of a need to have sex right away emergency. I smoothed down my skirt, glancing around and beneath the table for my underwear, only to see him holding them out of my reach as he pocketed them with a shrug.

  “Just in case I have to do a tracking spell again. It comes in handy to have a pair ready.” He grinned devilishly, leaning into my touch as I skimmed my hand down his cheekbone, standing on my toes to kiss him one last time before leaving.

  “Right, that’s all it’s for. Let’s go home, I miss everyone. Time to hang out with the living instead of the dead.”

  I grabbed his hand and turned towards the doors, but suddenly, the lights flickered off and the emergency lights turned on, filling the room with an eerie red light. Michael wrapped an arm around me when a loud bang echoed in the silence, his head whipping back and forth as he tried to pinpoint the noise.

  “What is that?” I asked shakily, scratching my arm frantically as it itched more and more, until it felt like tiny ants were crawling all over me.

  “Do you feel that?” Michael let go of me and went cautiously to the metal boxes, skimming his hand over them as he walked alongside them.

  He stopped at the cubby with the John Doe we’d opened earlier, cocking his head to the side, eyebrows scrunched together. I jumped when another bang sounded through the sterile room and couldn’t stop itching my arm as my body shook from a wave of chills. My breath was fogging the air all of a sudden, and I watched Michael glance at me with a nod towards the cubby.

  He waited until I reached his side, grasping his bicep as he leaned to the right and placed his ear against the metal with his eyes closed. The metal door shook as another bang happened on the other side, and he quickly drew back as it sounded like someone was pounding on the door, until it just stopped suddenly.

  “Open it,” I told him with sickening dread, smearing dots of blood on my arm as I scratched, until Michael laid a hand over mine to stop me.

  It was eerily quiet, and I was shaking like a leaf as he opened the drawer, pulling out the metal bed in the process. The dead body looked the same as before, like he was sleeping peacefully, but for some reason, it felt off. The air seemed stale, and there was a chill that I couldn’t shake off. Something unnatural was lurking around the John Doe, and it had me leaning closer.

  I screamed as the man’s eyes popped open, and I was suddenly staring into an empty dark abyss that looked like it would never, ever end. His chest didn’t move. He wasn’t breathing at all, but somehow, he was here, staring at me. I stumbled back a step, my hand over my mouth to hold in my scream.

  “October, stop. Send him back.” Michael grabbed my waist and backed us away as the dead body sat up, the white sheet pooling around his waist. Then he turned his head towards us, his bones cracking together from rigor mortis.

  “This isn’t me! I’m not doing this!” I cried out, beyond terrified as the dead man opened his mouth, tearing the stitching inside his lips. He let out a long, drawn out, pained moan that stopped me in my tracks, Michael panting behind me.

  “He’s coming… So close… Always watching and always waiting. He’s coming for you,” the dead male said in a haunting voice, so croaked and broken after not speaking in a long while. It was hollow, as if he was empty.

  Michael stepped in front of me and ran an black clawed finger over the snake tattoo on his torso, chanting a spell under his breath, “Et serpens imperium…”

  I peaked around him, bracing my hand on his tight back, and felt his body twitch as his snake tattoo started slithering out of his skin. Its head slid down Michael’s torso as the rest of its body detached itself from his skin. The snake hissed as it zigzagged towards the dead guy, slithering up the sides of the metal death box, and made its way to the corpse, wrapping around his neck with wisps of black smoke coming off the snake's long tail.

  “Who sent you?” Michael said in a voice that sounded far away, his gaze not once looking away from the corpse jerking on the metal slab like it was having a seizure.

  “He’s been watching you, October Grimm. He’s always watching. Right behind you,” John Doe said, his voice pitching low with a croak that turned into a bone chilling moan, growing louder as his mouth gaped open wide. Then he slumped on the slab and lay still as death under Michael and Albert’s power.

  I spun around, feeling like someone was watching us, and only came up with an empty morgue.

  “Michael, can we go now? He’s gone… I felt him leave. I just need to get the hell out of here.” I shivered violently, rubbing my arms to gather some warmth as I watched the body lie completely still. Then I quickly shoved him back inside the drawer with a relieved breath.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here, the guys will want to know about this. I have a bad feeling this is connected to your attack. Come, Albert.”

  Michael wrapped me under his arm and walked out the swinging door with me tucked close to his warm skin, looking left and right. Albert followed along behind us on the ground, watching our backs. I was glad he decided to leave him out as we walked home. I just couldn’t shake off the suspicion we weren’t alone and knew the feeling I was having was the same one I had a year ago on Halloween night.

  “Explain it one more time, pumpkin, but go slower,” Auntie Fe said, placing a steaming cup of tea in my hand and wrapping a blanket around my shoulders.

  The aunties had known the second I got home that something was wrong. I couldn’t stop shivering, and apparently, it looked like all the blood was drained out of my face, leaving me pale as a ghost. Their words, not mine. Auntie Pip shooed us into the living room and pointed at me, commanding me to sit by the fireplace. Michael sat beside me with Jason on the other side of the plush, dark red loveseat. Norman was still as a statue, staring into space, but I knew that look, he was plotting revenge.

  “Yeah, I’m really confused. What were you doing in the morgue with Michael?” Maddie asked from her spot on the coffee table, completely obvious to the wide eyed look I sent her way.

  “He—I mean we were, um, studying. Yep, he was helping me try and connect with the dead, but it didn’t work out so well.” I looked towards Pip and Fe. “I didn’t raise any spirits, Aunties. This didn’t even feel… It was off, almost like the body was empty and someone was pulling its strings.”

  When Fe and Pip both gasped, everyone turned to them and watched as they started pacing, passing each other every few seconds, sending each other worried, heavy looks.

  “It could only be one thing. It’s—” Auntie Pip snapped her fingers and stopped to stare at her sister with an expression I couldn’t place. It was scared yet sad, and she was wringing her hands together as her eyes filled with tears.

  “Unsanctioned magic,” Fe whispered, padding over to hold Auntie Pip in a tight grip.

  “Can someone please tell me what’s going on?” I was about to start pulling out my hair.

  The aunties whispered quietly together before facing us. Jason grabbed my hand in a gentle grip, and he offered a tight smile as Michael pulled me closer into his side.

  “There's a lot we can’t explain because we don’t have proof yet, but I will tell you this... Th
e magic you felt tonight is forbidden, unsanctioned magic that goes against our sacred laws because it’s unnatural. We have darkness in all of us, and magic can be used for both dark and light, but raising an empty shell is simply letting evil in. What you encountered was a creature using necromancy magic the wrong way—for their own gain. Most likely, they weren’t even necromancers themselves.”

  I couldn’t believe it. How was it even possible, and why leave the message for me? Who was this creature toying with me? That’s what kept running through my mind as I sat there, lost in my thoughts, until Norman stepped forward with his fists clenched at his sides.

  “Does this have anything to do with October’s parents? The man on the road?” Norman asked in a gravelly voice, sounding like he was about to tear something to pieces. Grief was shining through his expression, and anger. So much anger.

  For a moment, it made my gut twist, realizing how torn up the guys really were over my parents’ deaths. They really were like family.

  I glanced at Jason with a lazy glare, wondering when he told the others details about the night that still gave me nightmares. I knew he would say something to the guys if I didn’t tell them, but I would have liked to be the one.

  “I had to, and I’m glad I did. This is getting ridiculous, especially with a target on your back. I’m only trying to keep you safe,” Jason grumbled, stroking my knuckles as he stared back at me, trying to make me understand. Which I did, but that didn’t mean I had to like it.

  “Have to keep…safe...My girl...” His inner voice sounded full of obvious love and fierce protection.

  “We don’t know,” my aunties answered at the same time, but they kept glancing at one another as they both started wringing their hands. “But we think it might.”

  I leaned forward with my head between my knees, taking deep breaths, on the verge of having a full blown panic attack.