But she survived.
And I am utterly, wholly, and without reservation, captivated.
ChapterNineteen
ALIENOR
The pulse behind my clit slows, as do the ragged breaths from an intense climax.
Tiny tremors skitter down my thighs. Thighs that are half-buried in the Boogie Man’s release.
What the hell just happened?
One minute, I was ready to stab the Boogie Man with my stake. I even had a list of questions to yell during the interrogation. Then he grabbed the weapon and tossed it aside, and my strategy changed to seduction.
Warm, sticky fluid seeps through my hair and into my scalp. I thought the Boogie Man could only climax salt.
This is pure, unadulterated cum.
And it’s dripping into my eyes.
I dig my fingers into the dip where the bridge of my nose meets my eye sockets and give that entire space a firm wipe. Masses of semen gather in my hands. I flick them to the side, letting the fluid land with a dull splash.
This is a dick disaster.
A spunk storm.
A cum catastrophe.
How am I going to explain this to Grandma?
Focus.
The Boogie Man stole Norbert’s body and probably wants me executed. I don’t know if the blowjob I gave him broke his curse or suppressed it, but I just granted him the orgasm of his life.
He fucking owes me.
So, now’s the time to make him return the favor with a corpse.
My gaze lands on his muscular thighs. That huge cock of his has disappeared into his leathery pelt, indicating that he’s well and truly satisfied.
Of course, he is.
Grandma’s garden is swimming in semen. It even made the poor chamomile flowers wilt.
I tilt my head up to find the Boogie Man gazing down at me, his green eyes shining with wonder. It’s the first time I’ve seen him without his scowl, and he looks oddly relaxed.
Even the black markings across his chest seem less agitated.
I take that as a good sign.
He offers me a clawed hand.“Allow me to help you to your feet, my dear.”
“Um… No thanks.”
I try to rise, but my legs tremble so much from the aftershocks of my orgasm that I have to take his hand.
As he pulls me up, his fingers squeeze around mine, and he brushes the pad of his thumb over my knuckles.