Dead End: Midnight Hollow Penn Cassidy (good books to read in english TXT) 📖

make them realize what they’d been missing this last year, and being with three of them this past week emboldened me just enough to peel my tank top off and let it fall to the floor. I watched smugly as their eyes collectively widened. They hadn’t expected me to take them up on the suggestion for real.

I wore a crimson colored bralette made of lace that had a cobweb design stretched over each cup and a little silk bat-shaped tie in the center. I smiled at the two of them watching me with hungry eyes and reached around behind me, unclasped the bralette, and let that fall to the floor as well.

I was standing in front of them in just my skirt and boots and nothing else. I could feel their eyes tracing every curve and dip of my body, and my nipples puckered under the phantom caress. Black veins were beginning to creep under Norman's skin, his eyes darkening and filling with hunger in both ways that set my blood on fire. He licked his lips, and his fangs elongated, poking out ever so slightly.

I realized suddenly that the thought of their monsters coming to the surface didn’t scare me in the slightest. The thought of Freddy’s claws and Norman’s fangs just made me hot. My mind flickered back to Jason’s yellow eyes and forked tongue, and Michael’s dark, tingling magic crawling up his skin and sinking into mine. That’s what I liked.

I moved to wrap the corset around my torso, but too fast for me to see, it was ripped from my grasp and thrown against the far wall with force. There was a low growling sound emanating from Freddy’s chest as he prowled closer. I was still smiling as I watched every step. I’d been waiting for this since the day in the bookshop, imagining when we’d get a second chance to finish what we’d started.

“You look hungry, big bad wolf,” I purred. He prowled closer, stalking my movements. My eyes flickered to Norman, who stared back leisurely, just watching.

Freddy grinned widely, and I noticed that his teeth looked just a little bit sharper than normal. “Then I guess it’s a good thing you look like a fucking snack.”

I wanted to roll my eyes. Freddy was forever a jokester, but this time, his words just served to make my clit pulse again. Shit, I really was a horny bitch sometimes. I mean…how many times had I fucked one of the guys this week? Three? I didn’t regret a thing, though. All of it was a long time coming. We’d had a year apart to build up this need, this desire. A year of pining for them and fantasizing about every dirty thing I wanted them to do to me. I wasn’t about to let this time go to waste, especially knowing that apparently, someone out there wanted me dead.

He stepped in front of me, towering over my short frame like a giant. Even through his T-shirt, I could see the way his muscles flexed. My guys had always been built like fucking trucks, and I wanted him to park his truck right inside my garage. Eight years of basketball will do that to you—layer you with muscles that make girls go stupid. But now, fueled by these new supernatural abilities, it was like the magic took what they already had and honed it, sculpting them to near perfection. I sent up a silent prayer to the great pumpkin, because holy geez, I wanted to lick him all over like an ice cream cone.

Freddy dropped to his knees before I could register what he was doing. He was so tall that his face was now exactly level with my breasts. I groaned as his hot breath caressed my nipple, and my thighs rubbed together to alleviate the sudden ache.

Palms skimmed up my legs, towards the apex of my thighs, and then back down again. Freddy calmly unzipped my boots and helped me out of them. Next, he skimmed his clawed fingers up my stockings, but it only took a moment of exploration to realize that the stockings ended on my thighs in little lace bows. He stopped, setting them back into place in favor of hooking his claws around my thong and peeling it down until it pooled around my ankles. My skirt went next, and soon, I was standing there before him, naked, save for the stockings.

“Sexy…fucking adorable…all ours…”

I was growing used to their voices scattering through my head here and there, craving them, really, just to get a glimpse of what they were thinking.

I’d never felt more exposed in my whole life, but I’d also never felt more thrilled. Freddy was rumbling deep in his chest, something like a purr, and it had me shifting on my feet. A hot tongue swiped my right nipple, and I moaned, tipping my head back. Freddy sucked in, rolling my nipple with his tongue and gently biting it as he locked his gaze with mine. His hands slid back up my thighs, forcing me to widen my stance. Then his claw tipped finger grazed my pussy, and I whined in uncontrollable need.

Moving onto the other breast, he sucked that one in, too, letting it free with a pop. My eyes flickered open, meeting Norman’s heated gaze across the room. My mouth fell open slightly as I looked down, transfixed by the sight of him stroking his long cock. He moved at a leisurely pace as Freddy started kissing his way down my body. Norman’s eyes didn’t leave mine as he pumped, but I greedily lowered my gaze, watching as little beads of moisture leaked from the swollen tip.

The flat of his tongue dipped over my clit and licked oh so slowly, causing my legs to nearly buckle. Freddy held my thighs apart and dove in, licking over and over, applying pressure that had me squirming. He worshiped me from down on his knees like I was some kind of