by Crymsyn Hart
Amelia nodded. “I was hoping I could. It’s nice to know I can relax somewhere when I don’t have to be mingling with the people here.”
“Okay. Since you are, we’re going to have to figure out a work schedule for you. If you stay here, then you have to pay your own way. It’s the way I work with all my boarders.”
“How can I do anything? I’m dead.” She blanched.
Leah glanced at Honey. “Well, technically, during the night and when you wear the ring, you’re alivish. The ring is tied into the energy of the club. Hell’s Gate sits on a nexus of leylines. I build my spells using that energy. Some people say the club glows because of all the energy flowing through the bricks. That’s what makes it so you’re semi-alive. Feel warm and have a heartbeat. That’s the reason you can only be corporeal within the walls, and the magic is stronger at night.”
Amelia nodded. It sounded logical. When she had come to the club it did have a glow from what she remembered. “Okay, so why do I still phase out if I focus on something too hard? Wouldn’t that make it difficult for me to work for you, Leah?”
“You’re still a ghost. The ring doesn’t rob you of the very essence of your being. If you want to fade away, then you will. I am sure you can work something out. Well, I have to be going. Leah, call me if you or the pack needs anything else.” Honey smiled. Leah waved at her and then turned her face toward Amelia.
Amelia tried to smile, but her thoughts were fixed on Barrett. The more she thought about him, the more she realized that she did have feelings for him. It wasn’t just an attraction, there was more there. The thought of not seeing him again shredded her heart and shattered her soul. Maybe she was falling on love. Still, being with him would never work. She was dead and couldn’t leave the club. Besides, he knew what she was and didn’t want to be with her anyway. Leah squeezed her hand and brought her back to reality.
“Look, I know you’re worried about Barrett. We can figure out the work thing later. I’ll talk to Tig about setting you up on the house account so you can order food or clothes. Essentials, nothing too extravagant.”
“Thanks.” Amelia sobbed. The brevity of Barrett’s situation hit her. It was the right thing to tell him who she was. But that didn’t stop her from longing to feel his lips on hers once more or even have him trail his fingers along her legs. Maybe even suck her toes. That will never happen now. I pray he lives and gets on with his life. He deserves to have a good woman and doesn’t need me.
“Why don’t you get some rest?”
Amelia nodded and then left the office. She went down to her room and sat on the bed. She sat with her back to the wall, feeling the firmness against her spine. It helped remind her that she, too, was real. Time passed, but all she could do was stare at the blank gray walls. This was the world she lived in. The one she had drifted in for almost a century.
Amelia studied the wall long enough that she had come to see the pattern in the paint. It was a wolf baying at the moon. She could see the mountains behind it. The cliff the wolf stood on looked over a lake. Every detail was burned into her mind. When she blinked, the world snapped into view. Amelia shivered. A chill moved over her limbs. Her arms and legs were stiff from sitting so long. She stretched and stood up. Music from above shook the ceiling and the need to be among people came over her. She went upstairs. There she went to the bar and stood before Lila whose hair was now neon green. It was pink just the other night. The bartender smiled when she saw her.
“Hey, Amelia. Where you been? Tig’s been asking about you.”
“How long was I gone? I phased out for a while. I was thinking about Barrett and noticed the wolf on my wall.”
Lila’s expression showed that more time had passed than she expected. Her lips were set in a straight line, but her eyes showed her frown. “Sweetie, Barrett was stabbed two months ago.”
Two months. She slumped against the bar. Lila gave her a drink and she didn’t think twice about throwing it back. The burn hit her throat and she shivered from the impact of it. Maybe Tig has info about Barrett.
“Is Tig here tonight?”
“Yeah. He’s in his office. Wait—”
“Thanks.” Amelia bounded off toward the back where his office was. She knocked and was about to go on when she sensed something behind her. A cold breeze slid along her shoulder.
She turned and Barrett was there.
“Amelia.” He smiled.
It took a second for her to realize he was there. When it sunk in, she threw her arms around him. He took her into his embrace and squeezed her.
“It’s good to see you.”
“You too. I—”
“Amelia, I thought I heard you. I wanted to talk to you a minute.” Tig came out of his office.
“Sure thing.”
“It’s about Barrett.”
“What about him? He’s right here.”
Tig glanced where Barrett was standing. The corners of his mouth tightened. “Sweetie, Barrett died a month ago. He survived the stabbing, but he slipped into a coma and never recovered. I’m sorry. I know you cared about him.”
Amelia looked from Tig to Barrett. “But he’s right there. He’s standing next to me.”
“No. He passed on. If he was here, then Leah would know. I would have seen him.”
Barrett rested his hand on Amelia’s arm. It was firm. She felt the warmth of his fingers pressing into her skin.
“He can’t see me. No one can, except you.”
“Is it true what he said? Are you really dead?” Amelia asked.
He nodded. “I remember being in the hospital. And then I was here. I’ve been searching for you. I even went into your room, but I couldn’t find you. I needed to find you.”
“Who are you talking to?” Tig asked.
“It’s Barrett. He’s right here. He said he was in the hospital and then he was here. He says that no one can hear or see him. Only I can.”
Tig rubbed his jaw. “Hmm…I’ll have to talk to Leah about this. She won’t be in until later. Why don’t you take him back to your room and get acquainted? I’m sure you need to talk.”
Amelia saw the glint in his slitted eyes. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks. Barrett ran his fingers along her cheek. She suppressed a shiver.
“He does have a point. There are a lot of things I want to ask you. There are a lot of things I want to do to you. Let’s go someplace quiet.” Barrett nuzzled her neck.
She rolled her eyes and threw up her hands. “Fine,” she answered both of them. “Ask Leah if she can bring Honey, that witch, back with her.”
“Will do. You two kids have fun.”
Chapter Six
Barrett followed Amelia down the hall and then into her room. When she passed through the door, he tried to do the same, but bumped into it and swore. He gritted his teeth and then knocked on the door. Amelia opened it and welcomed him inside. She was a sight for sore eyes. The past few weeks he had been wandering, trying to get the attention of those around him. No one had seen him, and it was frustrating. All he desired was to find Amelia and tell her that it didn’t matter she was a ghost. All he wanted was to hold her. Tell her he craved being with her for all time, but he wasn’t able to find her. When Barrett had been stabbed, the only thing that had run through his mind was telling her he was sorry for being an ass and running off. He wanted to make love to her and tell Amelia she was perfect.
He sat down while Amelia shut the door. He ran his hands through his hair and looked down to realize he was still wearing the same outfit he had on before his death. The same leather pants, fishnet shirt, and combat boots. “What am I?
She sat next to him and took his hand in hers. “I don’t know. Tig was right. If you were a ghost, the others would’ve seen you. At least the ones who are supernatural.”
“You mean there are more than ghosts out there?”
Amelia went to reply, but he put his hand on her mouth. At this point in his existence, he figured there was more in the world th
an ghosts. As he had wandered, he had seen a vampire, and some other shape shifters. At first he thought he was mad, but the more he witnessed, the more he realized that Hell's Gate was more than it let on. It was more than just a fetish club. “I know there are more than just ghosts here. Why are you the only one who can see me? Why are you flesh?”
She held out her hand and pointed to the ring. “There’s a spell on the ring, tied into the energy of the club. It allows me to be alivish. I can only be this way at night and in the club. That was one of the reasons it never could’ve worked between us.”
“What about now?” he asked. “You feel alive to me. And—” he guided her hand to his cock. “Everything seems to be working on me. I even have an appetite. It's kinda strange. My feelings for you haven't changed. In fact, they've grown. I've had time to think, and I want you more than anything.”
“You just want my feet.” Amelia’s lips curved up in an inviting smile.
“I don't want just your feet, but they are definitely part of the package that interests me. So, will you let me worship you?”
She opened her mouth to respond. Barrett rested his hand on her cheek and drew her close until he was only inches from her lips. He really wanted her to make the decision. The one thing that had kept him going was their last kiss. The way her lips had been on his. How she had been hungry and eager for more, but he had been the one who had balked and ran. He wouldn't blame her if she ran away from him now. Instead, she met his lips and kissed him. The pressure of her mouth on his made his heart sing. In a way, everything had been worth it. They were meant to be together.
Barrett returned the kiss and felt the throb of heat between them rise. His cock shifted, and he had to move with it. He trailed his fingers down her cheeks. He was touching her soft skin, and it was glorious. It was all he had expected and more. Even if she truly was a ghost, she was real enough to make sweet love to, and it was going to be awesome. Amelia unbuttoned his pants and then slid the zipper down. Once she did, she peeled the leather away from his waist and trailed a finger along his engorged dick. He shivered from the wonderful, light touch. The moan that tumbled from his throat was swallowed down by their joined kiss.
“You’re magnificent.”
“How do you know that when all I've done is kiss you?”
“Because I was an idiot to run out on you the way I did. When I first saw you in the foot fetish area, I prayed Mistress Sandra would choose me for you. I wanted to worship you. I knew you were special and that went beyond your feet.”
Amelia slid down to the floor and parted his legs further. “Really? So you don't want to suck my toes anymore or shave my legs?” She ran her hand along his length and waited for him to answer.
Barrett squirmed. “No. I still want to do th...oh God.”
Amelia slowly drew his dick into her mouth so that he could feel every line of her lips gripping his sensitive shaft. Her tongue ran the span of him until she engulfed all of his cock. Her free hand cupped his balls. Barrett wound his hands through her hair, feeling the silky strands twine around his fingers. He moaned when she drew him in faster, building a rhythm that forced him to thrust his hips in time with her pulling his shaft deeper into her skilled mouth. He was in Heaven being with her.
“Yes. That's it. Keep going.” He tried to keep his control, but with his desire so strong to be with her, he wasn't going to keep from blowing his load while she sucked him down. Barrett drove his hips forward while Amelia's head bobbed up and down. He watched her, fascinated at how she was such a beauty and she had chosen him. Her tongue ran along the underside of his cock. Amelia dragged her teeth over his length. He couldn't contain the pleasure streaking through him. Barrett bit his tongue and tried to contain himself. The tremors of the coming orgasm nearly consumed him.
“Yeah. Here it comes.”
Amelia clamped her teeth down on his cock. The pain was blinding, but it also made the experience even more pleasing. After she swirled her tongue along his head, she sucked him in. Barrett shut his eyes and let the ecstasy wash over him as the fire pumped through him. He groaned and held Amelia to him for a moment before he released her. The aftermath of the ecstasy rode along his nerves. This was the woman who would be with him forever. She backed away and then kissed him again so he could taste the salt of his cum on her lips.
“You taste good. You think you can have another go at it?”
“You sure you want to do that? Before you weren't sure you had feelings for me.”
Barrett trailed his fingers down the line of her dress and the top of her breasts. He could feel himself already growing hard again.
“I had time to think, too. Not seeing you again wasn't something I could fathom. I know we barely know one another, but I have this feeling the universe is up to something. You're the first person to make me feel, and I think that’s special.” Amelia reached behind her and unzipped her dress, while stepping out of her shoes. He watched with bated breath. Amelia shimmied out of it and stood before him in her bra, panties, garter belts, and the fishnets. Seeing her, he knew he was certainly in the presence of a goddess.
He dropped to his knees and reached for her, but stopped himself before touching her. “May I show you how much I truly wish to worship you?”
“Okay. What do I need to do?”
“I’d love to wash your feet, but I can’t touch anything besides you. So I hope you don’t mind me tasting you, washing you with my tongue.”
Amelia trailed her hand over his cheek. “Feel free to do what you want.”
Her words brightened his mood. Barrett tried to contain his glee, but his fingers were shaking. The very thing he dreamed about doing was about to come true. He was already so hard he thought he would lose it again. Being whatever he was had some perks. He didn’t remember the last time he was ready to go again so quickly. He crawled to her. First, Barrett unbuckled her garters and slowly unrolled her left stocking, barely brushing his fingertips along her thigh, lovingly learning the curves of her knee. Then, he moved over her calf until he came to her ankle. From there, he gathered the stocking and shimmied it over the top of her foot and delicately pulled it over her toes. He lifted her foot to his mouth and kissed the top of it near the arch.
Amelia giggled while he pulled his lips over her smooth skin until he came to her toes. Barrett glanced up and saw her expression change from serene to dreamy. He smiled and made his way to her big toe. Once he drew it into his mouth, he glided his thumbs along the sole of her foot until he reached the heel, enjoying that her feet were smooth. He swirled his tongue around the top of her big toe before pulling it all the way into his mouth. There was a minty taste to her skin. It was slight, but it lasted on his tongue. He wrapped his tongue around the whole thing and drew it in and out of his mouth before moving to her second toe and encompassing it, too. Barrett flicked his tongue between the space of her second and big toe. He learned the crooked shape of her second toe and then used his tongue to tickle her third toe. Barrett wanted nothing more than to please her. After, he switched to the fourth and the pinky toe. All her nails were cut straight and not too long. They would have looked good painted red to match her dress. Maybe if I could touch something then it would be worthwhile. I’d love to wash her feet properly. He took in her toe one last time and then ran his tongue along the top of her foot, before looking up at her. Amelia’s eyes hadn’t left him. She was relishing every little bit of his attention.
“Are you enjoying this?”
She nodded. “I never thought it’d be so stimulating.”
Barrett chuckled. “I could come just by playing with your toes and legs.”
She trailed her fingers over the curve of breasts. “So these hold no interest for you?” She bit her lip.
He followed the path of her fingers down her stomach. Then Amelia spread her legs and glided her hands over her inner thighs. Her hand slipped beneath her panties, and a moan spilled from her lips. Her hips thrust forward, and she locked her eyes with his.
Barrett watched Amelia play with herself and could barely contain his enthusiasm. He wanted to fuck her right there. Now.
He grabbed her hand, but she didn’t stop. “I never said that they didn’t. I rather enjoy playing with women’s breasts and their pussies. I was hoping to make good use of yours.”
“Then come and get it. My toes might give you a stiffie, but I need you to fuck me. Or will you make me wait some more?”
She ran her toe up his leg and touched it to the bulge in his pants. A quiver of lust so intense rode his nerves, he wasn’t sure if he had been electrocuted. If she continued to do that, he would come right then. Barrett caught her foot and brought it to his mouth. He kissed her foot and nibbled on the thin skin, moving his lips along her ankle, then up her calf. When he got to her inner thigh, he bit harder, pulling in her skin until he reached the silky cloth of her panties. He pressed his lips over the spot where her fingers were.
