Dead End: Midnight Hollow by Penn Cassidy (free novel 24 TXT) 📗

“Yeah…” I swallowed hard as he cocked his head to the side, eyes flickering between mine as he leaned closer, until all I could do was stare at the forked tongue that was really close to my lips. “I’ll let him know. No worries.” I tried to play it cool, like it was an everyday occurrence to have a demon cage me in against a door trying to lick me. What was with the licking?

I know I’m delicious and all, but damn, ask a girl before you start with the tongue action. Whatever, no biggie.

“Lovely. I’m going to kiss you now. We have to wake up your man. It’s time he got his head out of his ass, yes?” He chuckled and dove in just as my lips parted on a gasp, his long tongue immediately stroking against mine, worshipful in a way that made my knees weak.

I stood on my toes, placing my hands on his shoulders to either push him away or pull him closer. I wasn’t entirely sure, but it felt good, really good. He groaned deeply, wrapping his strong arms around my waist to drag me even closer.

The moment a moan left my parted lips and I ground my heated core along the hard erection, he shoved me away. Wide, grey eyes were staring back at me in bewilderment until they hardened, and I felt the sudden chill of his hatred down to my bones.

“What the fuck, freak?! Molesting people now, really?” He reached up to wipe off smeared black lipstick from his bottom lip.

“Right, like you didn’t enjoy that?” I nodded pointly at his hard dick straining against his jeans, and he only scowled harder. I swore he wanted to tear me to pieces, and not in the way I wanted him to.

“That would happen with anyone, don’t kid yourself. My cock could dip into any wet pus—” I slapped my hand over his mouth as the small chandelier over my bed shook. There was a loud thump overhead, followed by a male shout.

“That poor guy. If he doesn’t stop shouting, it’s only going to scare poor Alfred,” Jessica muttered from her tree branch before shaking her head and closing all her eyes with a yawn.

Jason and I stared at each other for half a beat before struggling to open the door so we both could slip through, but of course, he had to go at the same time as me, leaving us both stuck against each other in the door frame and glaring at one another.

“Move!” he snarled, accidentally grabbing my boob in the process of physically moving me out of his way, but I didn’t think it was an accident at all.

“No, you move! I’d rather be dealing with Damon right now,” I grumbled that last part under my breath as his arm shot out to grip the door frame, blocking me from leaving.

I watched his bicep flex in front of my eyes, and his veins popped out as the wooden frame creaked under his tight knuckled grip.

“Who. Is. Damon?!” he growled, his eyes flashing a laughing yellow before turning back to a cold steel grey.

“Just the fucking demon living inside you that had his, or should I say, your tongue shoved down my throat earlier!” I leaned in close and whispered, “It’s the forked tongue for me, I never knew I’d like that.” Then I licked my lips, which only drew his gaze there.

His stunned expression gave me the opening I needed to slip past him and out the door.

I took off running down the hall, looking over the banister to see the rest of the guys appear from the bottom level at the exact same time, before they started racing up the stairs on thundering feet. The only one missing was Michael. Ignoring the frustrated growl coming up fast behind me, I started running up the burgundy carpeted steps, gripping the old wooden banister to help keep me steady as the top floor came into view.

“What is going on?” Freddy asked at my back as he came up behind me, suddenly very out of breath.

“What’s with all the noise?” his twin asked on the other side of me as he stared at last door on the right of the hall.

Norman didn’t look so good. His lips were tinted a pale, almost colorless blue, and his skin was ghostly white. His gaze wasn’t on the door anymore like Freddy, but instead, it was aimed right at the pulse in my neck, pumping fast and frantic after racing up the stairs.

Jason shoved us aside, breaking Norman's intense concentration on my pulse. He gulped roughly and went to stand behind us. Jason paused at the door, placing his left ear against it, but nothing came from the other side as we gathered at his back. He glanced over his shoulder in annoyance, but that only caused me to move closer, because we had to know what was going on inside the room.

“Let’s just open the damn door already!” Freddy demanded as he snagged my hand and squeezed it, just as Jason slowly twisted the doorknob and sent the door flying open with a bang.

My mouth dropped open the moment I spotted Michael. His franic, horrified eyes swung our way, and he started shouting as he pointed at the foot of his bed. “Don’t just stand there! Kill the fucking zombie snake!” He had a lamp in his hands, which he used to swing at the snake trying to slither its way up the bedpost.

I honestly didn’t know where to look first—how the ceiling of his room appeared to be wide open to the night sky, a shooting star moving across the expanse, how the air crackled with static electricity that made my hair stand on end, or how Michael’s veins were turning black the way they had back on the bus. The ink-like substance crawled