Free Ghost's Dilemma by Morwen Navarre Page B

coming through the window.
    Ghost rose and fell on Gerry's cock, his movements almost languid as Gerry guided him. Gerry could see a faint sheen of sweat on Ghost's thighs. Gerry drifted one hand up Ghost's chest to find a pebbled nipple. He tweaked the tender nub and coaxed another cry from Ghost. Ghost's cock jumped as Gerry stroked it. Gerry knew Ghost was close to release.
    "Ghost. Let go for me," Gerry urged. Ghost's back arched and his head fell back. His glossy hair brushed against Gerry's shoulder and neck.
    Ghost's voice was raspy as he begged, "Please, just a little more." Ghost lifted himself and came down sharply. Ghost yelped and the already tight passage clenched even more around Gerry's cock. Ghost's cock twitched in Gerry's hand, and hot come spilled over Gerry's fingers. Ghost ground down on Gerry's cock with a sob of pleasure.
    Gerry couldn't hold back any longer. His balls tightened, and the heat in his belly spread through him like wildfire. Gerry registered Ghost grinding down on him, and white light filled his vision as he came.
    "Gods, Ghost." Gerry groaned. He tightened his arms around Ghost, shuddering as Ghost went limp against him. Ghost's breath was ragged. He buried his face in Ghost's soft hair, inhaling Ghost's unique scent and trying to control his own harsh panting. A few long moments passed before he realized Ghost was sobbing.
    "Hey, what's this?" Gerry held Ghost tighter, one hand coaxing Ghost to turn and look at him. "Did I hurt you? Are you all right?"
    Ghost shook his head and took a deep breath. "It's not you. You've never hurt me." He hiccupped. "I tried to See the Witch tonight while you were out. I guess I was feeling a little raw."
    Gerry eased Ghost off his cock and turned Ghost around. Ghost straddled Gerry and crossed his ankles behind Gerry's back. Gerry looked at the witch, intent. "You forced a vision? I didn't even know you could do such a thing." Gerry's fingers were gentle as he wiped away the tears from Ghost's cheeks.
    "I'm able to force the Sight, but pushing for a vision requires you to open yourself up. Wide open. Scary to feel vulnerable." Ghost sniffled and offered a weak smile. "I'm not as fierce as the Witch, I know. I do have ways to defend myself. After the ranger, I made the Witch teach me. But this is different, because you have to let down your shields and allow whatever else can See you have a chance at you."
    "Gods, Ghost," Gerry said again, gentler this time. "Did you have to be alone? Because I would have been here for you, if I could. I don't ever want you to feel like you're in danger or alone. I'm your mate and your alpha. My job is to protect you."
    "Like with the ranger." Ghost's smile was a bit stronger. "I knew you'd find me. I knew you'd come. And even though I was scared, I didn't lose hope." Ghost wrapped his arms around Gerry and squeezed him tight. "I think you can be there when I push to See. I don't know for sure. I have to ask. I know one witchsister who's also a seer. But I burn certain herbs to help me let go of the waking world, and I don't know if they'd hurt you."
    Gerry risked a small chuckle. Ghost rested his head against Gerry's shoulder and Gerry pressed a kiss to his sweat-dampened hair.
    "I'm supposed to be the alpha, you know," Gerry teased, and he was glad to hear the little snort from Ghost.
    "And I'm a witch. We take care of people too. And for the most part, we're not supposed to place people in danger." Ghost's voice had steadied. "I guess we're two of a kind, aren't we? I don't think we should let the godsman know."
    It was a weak joke, but Gerry was grateful for the feeble humor. He did his best to keep his own voice light. "Oh, I don't know. We could start a whole new custom." He smirked when Ghost gave him a quizzical glance. "Mother says most witches are alphas, when you come down to it."
    Ghost snorted. "Between what Mother says and what the Witch used to say, we don't even have to think. Our former alphas are thinking