Skeleton King (The Dirty Heroes Collection #9)

by Charity B.

I’ve always dreamed of him with my dead body, touching and kissing it. To be able to be alive to feel that? The excitement is almost too much to bear.

Nineteen…technically she’s not old enough to drink, but I also have a stuffed corpse in my basement, so I can’t say I’m a stickler for obeying Mundane laws.

“This is Natasha. Well, her skin anyway.”

“Will you bring me down here? When I die, I mean?” My skin flames as my stomach lurches into my throat. Recoiling back from her, I shake my head. How could she think that? I would never defile her in that way, never once have I even entertained the thought. I can’t imagine destroying her beautiful body for my own perversions, and I hate that I made her fear that. “No! Of course not, Sarah.”

“I don’t want you cold.” She blinks a few times, stuttered puffs of air coming from her lips. I’d never noticed the pretty, light freckles sprinkled across her nose before. Panic constricts my chest as I finish my confession. “I want you just like this.”

“Do I not disgust you?” His question makes me terribly sad. It’s crushing that he’d even think that. I softly touch my fingers over his mouth that I so desperately desire to kiss again. His dark eyes look so sad beneath his thick, long lashes. “I’ve wanted you for years, John. Not Skeleton King, not who everyone thinks you are. You.”

“Will you tell me what you like? I…I honestly don’t know.”

Even if it is, it doesn’t matter, all the pain in the world is worth him touching me.

I’m the only girl in the whole world that has ever had the opportunity to show him how good someone living can make him feel, and I have every intention of taking advantage of that.

I’ve never seen someone so…solid. Grave digging is an effective work out, apparently.

I belong in Hallows Grove with Sarah. I truly believe that. I just hope it’s still possible.

“You’ve ruined the dead for me, Sarah. I’ll never desire them as long as you’re in my bed.

“I’ve been curious about something.” Slowly pushing my T-shirt up her thighs, I allow my lips to travel down her neck. “What?” she whispers, her hot breath releasing in puffs against my cheek. She makes me brave, and I’m elated by that power when my fingers slide inside of her hot entrance. “What you taste like.”

I’ve eaten dead pussy once or twice, but it was disgusting and did nothing for me. This is different. I want to taste the juices that come out of her when she comes. Dead girls never come.

I don’t know if I’ll ever stop being scared that she’ll change her mind about me someday, but in these moments with her, I’m convinced they’re worth the fear.

“Are you scared?” she whispers. “About tonight?” I move the hair covering her eye, reminding myself that I can be honest with her. Sighing, I lift her chin. “The only thing I’m scared of is losing you.”

“I love you so fucking much,” I moan through the pleasure. And it’s true. She’s the only one for me, and I’ll die happy if it stays that way.