Grave Hauntings: Where Sexy and Sinful Meets Dark and Chilling

Grave Hauntings

Where Sexy and Sinful Meets Dark and Chilling

Charity Parkerson

Suzy Ayers

The Black

Thianna D.

C.E. Black

Eric Keys

Will LaForge

Corey Harper

Darling Adams

Grave Hauntings copyright 2014 by Suzy Ayers

Smashwords Edition

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Cover designed by Charity Parkerson. Thank you so much for the many edits. The final product blew me away.

A special thanks to Satisfiction Services for formatting services provided on this project as well. You impress me every time. I would be stressed without you.

This was truly a project that was a group effort and I thank everyone.

Table of Contents

Introduction

Of Ghosts and Dreams by Charity Parkerson

The Lost Sheep of Menotomy Village by Eric Keys

One Hell of a First Date by Corey Harper

The Haunting of Hamstead Manor by Thianna D.

Z by The Black

A Pecking Order by Darling Adams

In Heat by Suzy Ayers

HAL by C.E. Black

True to Her Nature by Will LaForge

Introduction

This collection of stories has me over-the-top excited. I wasn’t sure who was going to be in the group or what type of stories would be imagined. I can say there are no two remotely alike.

The group of authors involved in Grave Hauntings has shifted and changed many times. The idea to do this book came to me right after the success of my Christmas anthology, Sexy Holiday Bites in 2013. The collaboration on that one was a lot of fun and this one also proves to have its own bite to it.

I was thrilled at the extremely talented authors that agreed joined in. I know you will enjoy all the: ghosts, wolves, vampires and other surprise stories that will haunt you late into the dark evenings. And the twist is this one isn’t pure erotica. There are some sexy scenes and some stories completely (gasp!) dare I even type it, without sex. Trust me this book is not like one you have read before.

Believe me when I tell you it is something you can read over and over. I hope you delve further into each author, because the unique styles have even little ole me titillated. I have been truly honored to be graced by this group.

Thank you so much for checking us out and sweet dreams...if you can make it that far.

Suzy xx

Of Ghosts and Dreams

by Charity Parkerson

The foundation of the world is built upon lies. From big lies, such as who shot JFK and what really happens at Area 51, to the little lies you tell yourself to get through the day, like your ass looks better now than it did in high school and it isn’t stalking until the police are called.

The biggest lie Raven told herself daily was she wasn’t crazy. It was a story that was getting harder to swallow every day.

Five years ago, Raven married her high-school sweetheart. Three years ago, the dreams began.

There were many times over the past three years Raven thought if she could bottle her dreams and pour them onto paper, they would make the world’s hottest erotica story. However, when she woke each morning, her dreams would slip away before she could grasp a firm hold on them. She was positive it was always the same man in her dreams. He never looked the same. Sometimes he was more feeling than appearance, except for his eyes. They were the only thing burned so deeply into her memory she couldn’t shake the memory of them loose. His eyes were a startling blue, the same as the sky on the most beautiful summer’s day. Each time the dreams came to her, she would wake with a feeling of loss so deep sometimes she would cry with no explanation. All Raven knew for sure was he was a piece missing from her life.

***

The light from the fireplace flickered across the wood floor, warming her nude body. With his arms crossed over his chest, he leaned against the door, watching her. She could feel his hot gaze upon her even from the shadows. Her heart raced in response. One moment he was all the way across the room. The next, he was upon her, overwhelming her senses with his touch. He probed her swollen pussy with his fingertips while licking a hot path down the side of her neck. Burying her hands in his hair, she tugged. Bringing his mouth to hers, she kissed him deeply. Two of his fingers moved in and out of her rhythmically as she rocked herself against his hand. She was so close to the blazing orgasm she knew only he could give.

The loud shriek of the alarm clock jerked Raven from her dream. She nearly screamed in frustration. Her body was on fire. Glancing over at her husband, Anthony, she slammed a hand down on the snooze button when it became obvious he had no intentions of stirring. With a sigh of regret, she slid from beneath the warmth of the covers, heading for the bathroom.

***

Lucien wanted to touch her, needed to feel her skin. Doing so in her realm meant using a lot of energy. Instead, he chose to follow her throughout the day. Waiting until her guard was down he snuck into her thoughts. She believed she was going insane. It wasn’t true. Raven was special. In her heart, she knew he was real. The problem was she was in denial over the matter. Raven kept him tied to this world long after he should have passed on. He couldn’t leave her behind. Even though they hadn’t gotten the chance to meet before a drunk driver cut his life short, he knew she felt the loss of him. The problem was she didn’t realize why. Now, he existed where Raven’s soul came to play each time she closed her eyes. He wouldn’t let her go.

It took half the day for Raven to let down the walls of her mind enough to let him in. Finally, she stared blankly into space. Spotting his opening, Lucien dove into her thoughts.

***

Dreams never make sense to anyone other than the dreamer. They don’t have a beginning or an end. They simply are. In her real life, Raven needed to feel safe. In the very least, she required a reasonable explanation for her circumstances. There was no rhyme or reason for the way she craved the dream man. She wanted to open her eyes each morning, simply leaving him behind. She wanted never to open her eyes again, staying with him forever. She wondered if full-blown insanity would finally set her free.

She managed to avoid thinking of him all day by filling her thoughts with every day worries, such as, reminding herself to set a doctor’s appointment, and wondering if her favorite dress was still at the drycleaner. The truth was he was always a hair's breadth away from the front of her mind. All it took was a moment of mental silence, and there he was. His striking blue gaze became a perfect picture in her mind’s eye. Her breath caught in her throat as the image caught her off guard. Everything else about the room surrounding her disappeared. He almost become a solid form in front of Raven, making her—inexplicably—want to cry. Why did he haunt her like this? Why did she want so badly to be with someone who wasn’t real?

A wave of exhaustion so intense it couldn’t be ignored, overcame her. Glancing at the clock, she calculated the number of hours before Anthony was due home. Mentally shrugging, she headed for her bedroom, climbing onto the mattress. The huge four-poster bed was an antique passed down from her grandmother a few years earlier. Raven loved the old piece of furniture. She focused on the green and purple sprigs smattered across her wallpaper for several minutes before closing her eyes. Unfortunately, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t relax her mind enough to sleep. The memory of the dream from the night before continued to snake its way into her thoughts. Her nipples hardened in response. Uncomfortably, she shifted, unable to find a single spot on the bed that didn’t chafe her nerves. The memory of his fingers stroking her swollen clit caused her hand to slip beneath the waistband of her yoga pants, past the barrier of her cotton panties, until she found the wet folds of her pussy. Finally, her shoulders began to relax. A tiny bit of stress began to melt from her body. She pictured his lips pressed to her throat. The fluttering of his tongue against her neck felt so real she swore he was really there. She slipped the tip of one finger inside herself. Her tight pants restricted the motion. With an aggravated growl, she quickly stripped out of her clothes, before settling back down. Cool air brushed over her nude body. She closed her eyes once more, bringing the memory of his blue eyes to the forefront of her mind. Her lips parted on a sigh as her knees fell open. She envisioned the head of his cock brushing at her entrance as he moistened the tip with her cream.

It wasn’t enough. She wanted the sensation of her pussy stretching wide as he buried his dick there. She needed to feel him hitting bottom, as he lifted her knees to his chest, deeply pounding away.

A heavy weight settled upon her. His hips brushed her inner thighs. She moaned at finally having him where she craved him. She spread her knees wider to accommodate his size. He sucked lightly on the side of her neck. His hair tickled her skin as he trailed down her body with biting kisses. Nipping at her nipples and nibbling upon her ribs, he caused her to giggle. When his hot mouth closed over her dripping cunt, she moaned. Gripping the blankets beneath her, she lifted her hips to meet his mouth. He pressed her knees to the mattress spreading her as widely as possible. His tongue moved with a perfect rhythm, slipping over her clit before moving inside her repeatedly, and then traveling back to circle her clit.

Her mouth began to water as lust fogged her brain. Damn it. I want to taste you. At her growled words, he froze. His tongue followed its set path once more, before he crawled up her body. Straddling her shoulders, he brought his cock to her willing lips. She gripped his tight ass with both hands, kneading the muscles beneath her fingertips. He braced his weight with one arm on the headboard. Using his free hand, he guided his dick to her waiting mouth. A drop of moisture leaked from the tip. She touched her tongue to it, before licking a slow circle around the head. Opening her jaw wide, she drew him into her mouth and sucked him deep into her throat. Hollowing out her cheeks, she allowed him to slip almost completely past her lips before starting the process over again. The muscles in his ass clenched, beneath her hands, as he gently pumped against her mouth. He allowed her to control the pace. She could tell he was close to his climax by the sound of his breathing, but he pulled away from her before she could finish him off. Working his way downward, he positioned himself between her legs. She found herself rubbing against him like a cat. She was so wet the juices leaked from her, soaking the bed. He brought his mouth down hard upon hers. The taste of her pussy lingered on his tongue. Her clit was pulsing with need. When he finally entered her, she whimpered into his mouth. Leaning away, she peered into his eyes. They were becoming as familiar to her as her own were. Unfortunately, a hazy fog, making most of his features undistinguishable, surrounded them.

"See me," he demanded, and suddenly she did. The heavy haze around them lifted, revealing dark brown hair and olive-toned skin. The sharp angles of his face gave him a hawk-like appearance, reminding her of a statue she’d once seen of a Greek god. Her throat tightened. She choked back a sob. For so long he’d remained hidden from her. Now, she was finally able to look upon his beautiful face.

"Hi," she said with a giggle, as she lifted her hand to his cheek. A luminous smile touched his features, revealing perfect white teeth and the hint of a dimple.

"Hi, he answered, mimicking her tone. He bent his head, kissing her once more, trailing his lips along her jaw line, and nibbling on her ear. I’m Lucien. Let me hear you scream my name," he whispered. He emphasized the words by thrusting deeply inside her. She clenched her muscles around his dick in an attempt to keep him from moving away. She whimpered as he pulled almost completely out of her. Thankfully, he quickly slammed home again.

The sound of a tiny motor roaring to life jerked Raven from her dream. Her eyes filled with tears. A heavy weight sat upon her chest. Her throat burned from the effort it took to keep those tears from falling. Her bare skin chilled. There was only emptiness without Lucien. She wanted to pound her fists on the mattress. She’d been so close to finding release. Unable to keep from doing so, she pinched her clit between her thumb and forefinger, rubbing a slow circle around it. Her hips automatically lifted to meet her fingers when she buried two of them inside herself. She sawed in and out while picturing Lucien in her mind. Digging her heels into the mattress, she mindlessly moved against the palm her hand. Clenching her ass cheeks tight, her orgasm hit hard. Raven’s body shook from its force. Whispering his name, she hoped it would bring him closer. She only succeeded in making him seem less real. Feeling ridiculous for pining for him, Raven climbed from the bed, slowly redressing. Her body felt tender, as if she’d enjoyed a long day of lovemaking. She deliberately kept her thoughts blank. There wasn’t enough strength in the world to face them now, not with her heart so heavy. Catching sight of her reflection, in the mirror above her dresser, she moved closer to it. Her lips appeared swollen and her cheeks flushed. Her hair was a mess and her eyes shined brightly. She looked like a woman who’d been thoroughly fucked and