Split - Coffin Nails MC (Contemporary New Adult Erotic Dark Romance) (Sex & Mayhem Book 7)

by Merikan, Miss

  He didn’t know Morticia’s name, but that didn’t make his appreciation for her warm thighs and plump breasts any less enthusiastic. He slowly leaned in, breathing her perfume, when a loud bang and the sound of glass breaking pulled her out of his lap.

  “Holy crap,” she muttered, staring at the door, but he was too enchanted by her breasts moving above her corset to pay attention to the sounds outside the small bedroom. The door burst open, and two bodies rolled in, along with the noise.

  No.

  Not now!

  He knew one of the men tumbling and punching each other all too well. “Fucking cockblocker,” Hunter whispered to himself, but he would not let his cousin go down in a fight, no matter how much he despised him sometimes. He rushed past Morticia and grabbed the arms of the man on top of Ray, pulling him back with so much force, the guy’s legs swooshed over the small table and pulled all the bottles and glasses crashing to the carpet.

  But the moment Ray was free to move, he sat up, eyes frantic with bloodlust, and punched the now defenseless guy in the face so hard Hunter heard something crack. He knew very well the damage that Ray’s fists could do, especially covered in fingerless gloves with knuckle-dusters hidden under the leather.

  The guy howled and twitched so hard Hunter dropped him. Morticia screamed bloody murder, and more people poured inside. Someone brutally pulled Hunter’s arms back and forced him to his knees, but Ray was already up, blood dribbling from his broken lip, but ready to serve a knuckle sandwich to anyone who dared to approach him.

  Hunter managed to pull one of his arms free. He turned and punched the fucker who had attacked him in the throat. The guy let go of Hunter to grab his own neck as he fell to his knees, but Hunter wasn’t wasting time to watch the spectacle.

  “Let’s go!” he growled at Ray and pulled his cousin to the door, uncaring that some glass crushed under his combat boots.

  Someone spat to the floor in front of him as they rushed through the house, ignoring all the shocked party guests on their way. “Get going, you pig!” hissed a female voice just as Hunter opened the door and took the first gulp of cool Halloween air.

  He didn’t even want to look back, furious at Ray for ruining the mood. Again.

  “What the fuck happened, huh?” Hunter asked as he got on his beast of a Harley, closing the jacket over his bare chest as the breeze bit into his skin.

  Ray growled and the large, intentionally done scars on his cheek wrinkled. “Nothing! That one bitch was cockteasing me and then made a big deal out of it. You can’t even touch a woman without signing fucking papers these days!”

  “This is bullshit! I am not ending this night without getting laid. We’re gonna go find a new party to crash since you blew this one. Fuck knows how much free time we’ll have when we move into the Nails clubhouse, so we better make it count.” Hunter patted the goat skull at the front of his bike, as he always did for a safe journey, and pushed back the kickstand.

  Ray let out a growl that reminded Hunter of a dog ready to bite into someone’s throat, and when Ray sneered, his one gold tooth twinkled in the lamplight. “I’m eager to break all their treacherous necks. They killed my father, and now I’m supposed to act like it’s all fine and fucking dandy? At least you still remember who gave you a home when you needed one. We’re gonna be the nails to their coffins,” he said and mounted his bike.

  Ray was the master of bad puns, especially when he tried to sound dramatic.

  “I didn’t say it’s fi—” Before Hunter could finish, Ray was already off with a roar of the engine.

  Hunter gritted his teeth, but there was no way around it, and soon he followed his cousin through the dark streets. It was well past midnight, and in the areas that were mostly deserted, not a single window shone with light. The sight was especially eerie on Halloween, when for miles they would not see a single soul. No pumpkins, no parties, no light, no pussy.

  Hunter was muttering obscenities under his breath, and as light finally emerged from between the dark trees, he would have ignored it if Ray hadn’t stopped the bike in the middle of the road.

  “What is it? I don’t hear any music,” Hunter groaned and pushed back his tangled long hair, now wishing he’d tied it.

  Ray nodded toward the lights, and a small smile colored his lips. Hunter followed his gaze and frowned when a colorful depiction of angels emerged from the darkness. There was a dim light coming through the stained glass windows of an old church that was partially hidden by a wooden fence and clearly not serving its original purpose anymore.

  “Looks like a party to me. Perfect for Halloween,” said Ray, dismounting his bike and pushing it toward the structure.

  Hunter frowned but followed Ray, praying it wasn’t one of his cousin’s horrible ideas, the type that ended in bloodshed and handcuffs.

  “I suppose. I bet it’s a bunch of emo kids talking to ghosts.”

  “I know. Some kids playing spin the bottle? We could up the stakes,” Ray said, hiding his bike in the shadow. He skirted the simple wooden fence, looking for an opening.

  A cold shiver crawled up Hunter’s spine as they approached the church that was quiet yet had yellow light flickering in the windows. “You’re twenty-eight. Neither of us will be fucking emo kids.”

  Ray snorted and looked back triumphantly when he found an open gate. “You said you wanna get laid. The night’s coming to an end, so I say never say never.”

  Hunter sighed and had to hold back a yelp when he saw his own reflection in a sheet of metal someone had propped on the other side. He had forgotten he had the corpsepaint on, and in the crooked image on the beat-up sheet, he looked like a vampire who had just emerged from its grave. Sure, it seemed like a fun idea at the time when a hot girl offered to do it for him, but he was pretty sure it wouldn’t get him laid tonight. Resigned to his sexless fate, he followed Ray, looking up at the tall grey walls of the abandoned church and increasingly unsettled by the glow in the stained glass.

  It was odd to see a church so big, with thick walls and tall windows, completely deserted and pushed into ruin. In Hunter’s experience, churches were always full of praying people, with the words of the priest echoing between the walls. Had so much changed in the last ten years since he had last set foot in a house of God at the age of fifteen? He hardly ever thought about the beliefs instilled in him when he’d been a child, but this building still made him sad and fearful of the possibility of the existence of hell. It was also a token of the community deteriorating around here, evidenced by the complete darkness beyond the wooden fence around the church.

  The shadows were so deep by the wall that Hunter half-expected to feel cold hands grab at him and pull him straight into hellfire, but the moment Ray got the side door open, his attention focused on the soft glow coming from inside. He stepped forward, silently closing the door behind him, and his gaze skimmed over arches and columns between the naves. Most of the walls were greyish with bits of plaster cracked off, which only made the stained glass in the windows stand out more with its bright colors. An old, damaged piano stood next to the door, grinning at Hunter with its crooked, yellowish keys. There was a faint aroma of dust in the air mixed with a musk that called out to Hunter.

  He followed Ray over the grey tiles, and when Hunter looked toward the altar, he noticed bright colors splashed all over the walls and ceiling past a wooden balustrade that divided the sacramental space from the public. And underneath golden angels floating around an image of the Virgin Mary being taken into the heavens, he saw something that made his blood simmer with excitement.

  Hundreds of cream-colored candles illuminated the innards of the desolated building, but the ceiling was so tall, shadows still danced on the walls in the naves. In every crook and corner, a monster could be hiding, but as they walked farther inside to where most of the light originated, Hunter inhaled deeply and unzipped his jacket.

  Amidst the candlelight, he saw the most perfect pale back with a round ass, lean legs, and long b
lack hair falling down the woman’s shoulders. He sped up to get ahead of Ray, only to come to a slight halt as more detail of the scene came into view.

  The woman stood in front of the altar in the middle of a pentagram and other symbols drawn on the floor in white paint that he could still smell in the air. This was everything his mother had warned him about when he was a kid. Hunter was hyper-aware of the dirt crunching under his boots, but he took a step closer anyway. He had stopped listening to his mother long ago.

  His eyes widened when the woman turned around in a slow motion that was almost inhuman, completely unbothered by the nakedness of her lithe body. She was holding a large skull, possibly of a horse or cow, and for a moment, the candlelight tricked Hunter into believing there was life in the blackness where the animal’s eyes once were.

  Even Ray was speechless for once, and no wonder, because after the initial shock, Hunter realized the woman was younger than he first thought her to be. Twenty at best, with big eyes, lips painted black, and a face dotted with piercings. Her features were framed by short bangs and long strands of hair on the sides. She didn’t smile, watching them both without even a hint of fear. She scooted to put down the skull in the middle of all the symbols, and Hunter couldn’t help but stare at the most perfect pert tits, which could fill his palms just right. He didn’t know if it was fear, adrenaline, or attraction, but he was getting hard as he licked up her body with his gaze. Her pubic mound was shaved clean, and in her ghostly paleness, she was the kind of forbidden fruit he’d always wanted to pick.

  Hunter cleared his throat, not even caring to look at Ray, too mesmerized by the girl in front of them. He needed to make the move first.

  “You a witch?” Hunter asked and wanted to laugh, but in the somber atmosphere, it died on his lips. For a horrible moment, he imagined they’d stepped into another dimension, that she wasn’t even alive, or a person, but her chest definitely moved up and down. He took off his jacket as he approached her, beckoned by the heat of hundreds of candles.

  The girl raised both her hands and invited him to come closer, like the priestess of some ancient god no one remembered anymore.

  “What are you doing here, all alone? Need company?” whispered Ray right next to Hunter.

  Her dark eyes moved between Hunter and Ray, and she slowly trailed her hand between her breasts, only to draw something just above her pussy with one fingertip. “Thank you for coming,” she rasped in a low voice that sent shivers all the way to Hunter’s balls.

  He swallowed and didn’t dare blink, just in case this was a dream and he’d wake up. “My pleasure,” he said as his heart picked up its pace. The closer he was, the more he realized just how small she was without the steps making her seem like an alabaster statue. His dick pulsed with heat in his jeans, and he couldn’t help looking from her gorgeous face down to the dark nipples and lower still to her pussy lips. Damn, if he knew church could be anything like this, he’d come every Sunday.

  Heat burst into his face when a strong hand squeezed around his arm and pulled him back. Ray. Of course, the bastard would use his full patch status against Hunter now. That would end as soon as Hunter became a fully patched Nail.

  “Hey there,” said Ray, approaching the girl in slow, confident strides. Her eyes rose toward him as he walked into the circle of symbols and put his hand on her hip.

  “I am ready,” said the girl firmly, her voice echoing between the empty walls.

  Ray glanced back at Hunter with a wide grin. He looked as if he just won the lottery, and Hunter could only grit his teeth in frustration until he saw the girl pick up Ray’s hand and place it on her breast. She then grabbed his other hand and led him toward the altar, so small next to Ray’s massive silhouette, yet so confident Hunter couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

  “You sure?” Hunter asked, just to be on the safe side, and he pulled two condoms out of his wallet. They would all burn in hell for this, but he couldn’t make himself care when he watched her buttocks move with her every step.

  Ray rolled his eyes as he passed the balustrade and approached the stone table that used to be utilized in religious ceremonies before the church had become defunct. It was covered by a black cloth now and dotted by dozens of candles that made the characters in the frescoes above them come to life and witness what was about to happen. The candles surrounded a large knife with a hilt encrusted with semi-precious stones.

  “I am very dedicated,” said the girl, as she looked back, her body tensing when Ray moved his hand to her ass. “No need for those,” she said, gesturing at the condoms in Hunter’s hand.

  Hunter bit his lip but put them away in the end. She had to be on the pill or something, and truth be told, the sole thought of pushing his dick into her tight body without a rubber made his cock twitch, and he cupped it with a deep groan. He hated that Ray would have a go with her first. Fucking typical. Always pushing in front of Hunter, always thinking he was somehow better.

  “Do you even know how hot this is, babe?” Hunter murmured, to at least get her attention as they passed the altar. Behind it was a mattress covered with a black blanket that seemed to melt with the shadows created by the candles. Hunter wasn’t even freaked out anymore when the girl reached for the knife.

  Her eyes lingered on Hunter, and she slowly moved the blade over the inner side of her left hand. A small twitch of her lips didn’t tell Hunter anything until she opened her hand, revealing a shallow wound. “We will reunite both in flesh and blood,” she whispered, hovering her hand over the mattress, and a few drops fell to the cloth covering the makeshift bed.

  Ray took the knife from her, before she could even propose it, and cut his hand as well, watching her like a dog would a juicy chunk of beef.

  Hunter’s heart beat like mad, and deep inside he knew it was the superstition pushed onto him when he was still a child that screamed at him not to do this, not to do any blood pacts with a psycho witch, no matter how hot she was. But he cut his hand and let a few drops drizzle to the mattress as soon as Ray passed him the dagger. He was no coward, and he’d sacrifice a lot more than a few drops of blood to fuck this amazing girl.

  Hunter looked into her eyes as he gave her back the knife, and he was sure that he spotted a glimmer of a real young woman behind the facade of craziness. He was also pretty sure she checked him out, and that made his dick so hard he unzipped his jeans to relieve the pressure.

  Her breasts rose as she took a deep breath, and her dark eyes locked with Hunter’s until Ray stood between them and pushed her to the mattress, removing his jacket and unzipping his jeans in efficient movements.

  The girl bit her lips and moved her entire body in a wave-like motion as she rubbed her hands up and down her chest, slipping two fingers between the folds of her pussy as her hips rose.

  Hunter swallowed, unable to take his eyes off the view in front of him. This had to be the single most erotic experience of his life, and it would have only been hotter if he could erase Ray’s presence. A smudge of black lipstick on the girl’s teeth suddenly made her flesh and bone, not just an otherworldly vision. She was a real person and so completely fearless he wanted to make her moan right now. But he’d have to wait.

  Hunter kneeled next to her, close to her head and the black hair spread out all around as if she’d charmed it into making a pretty picture. He pushed his jeans lower and couldn’t help a cocky smile when her pupils widened at the sight of his cock. Yep, it was stiff, hot, and ready to pound her pretty, naked pussy. His breath sped up when he stroked himself slowly, and in the heat of the moment, he picked up her left hand and kissed the bleeding cut on the inside.

  His lips filled with coppery tang, but as he lapped up some of the blood, the girl slid her hand to the back of his head and pulled him down to those wonderful, warm lips that uttered a low moan when Ray moved his big hands over her thighs, spreading them wide. The piercings in her lips were smoother than flesh and rolled against him gently as they kissed.

  Hunt
er didn’t care about getting black lipstick on himself anymore if that meant he was getting to kiss this nameless vision of a woman. The sin of greed was overflowing within him, mixing with jealousy, and he would try to take all her attention, even if it was Ray who’d get to fuck her first.

  Her lips tasted faintly of mint and a sweetness that made his cock twitch when their kiss deepened. Her tongue coaxed Hunter inside, gently stroking his, and he shuddered when it parted, caressing him with two wiggling tips. The girl had a split tongue and knew how to use it to make a man go crazy for her. Her slim, long fingers spread over Hunter’s scalp, gently massaging his skin as she caressed both sides of his tongue at once with the soft, snake-like muscle that hid in her mouth. He pushed one arm under her neck, and as his long hair fell around their faces, he knew she wouldn’t even see Ray eating her pussy. Her lipstick was slightly sticky, and it clung to Hunter’s skin like a permanent kiss.

  The girl arched up, moaning into his lips, and her hard nipple brushed over Hunter’s forearm, as if reminding him that there was even more goodness to explore. Her tits were as soft as he expected them to be, so he took his time kneading one of them gently. But then the girl whimpered into Hunter’s lips and clenched her hands in his hair, and it became clear that Ray wasn’t about to waste any more time. Just the thought that there was a cock now filling her tight pussy had Hunter’s own dick ooze pre-cum onto his hand. He couldn’t remember ever being this horny. It was as if she had bewitched him.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ray groaned, and this time Hunter couldn’t help but look down her pale, delicious body to where Ray held her thighs and to where his cousin’s cock started slamming into the lithe body. As much as he had no interest in seeing Ray’s dick, there could not be a better porn vid out there than what he was seeing. The girl was letting out high-pitched moans as she held onto him, one hand in Hunter’s hair, the other on Hunter’s arm, her grip so hard her nails were digging into his skin.

  With each thrust, her breasts shifted toward her pretty face and back, and her hair tangled as she rolled her head over the mattress. But when she opened her eyes and caught Hunter’s gaze again, there was no going back. Hunter dove lower and watched his hair brush over her skin, over the pebbled nipples, as he placed an open-mouthed kiss underneath her tit, only to catch one of the nipples between his lips. She caught one of his hands and pulled it to her mouth. Her tongue was silky and warm on Hunter’s fingertips, but as she sucked the digits in deeper, he couldn’t help but squeeze his cock harder.