Page 28 of Dirty Little Saint

Atlas hovers by the fireplace, watching me work as he’s done a thousand times before. “Val’s sigil? That’s a fucking dark one.”

The Erebus sigil stems from shadows. It can bring nightmares, but it can also help one shift matter and energy to bend to their will. The three of us were marked with it a long time ago.

I lay the dagger on the altar and pull up the hood of my robe. “The longer Maureen is with us, the less light she’ll need to see.”

Atlas sets out three vials of poison next to my blade. “Where will you mark her?”

I press my fingers against the back of his neck. “Here. Her hair will hide it from Laurent. And she will have deeper access to its power with it being at the top of her spine.”

I place the traditional Nocturnus mask on my face, a symbol of tricks and illusions. The bronze chills my nose and cheeks, reminding me of the ice that runs through my veins. I am not a good man. Never have been. I was raised in my father’s likeness. Though I’m nothing like him, there isn’t much good in me either.

Maureen is my salvation. But she’s also my curse. I succeeded in capturing her, but now I have to make sure she stays. There is no me without her anymore. All my life, I felt that missing piece. My dark queen. The thought of carving another sigil into her flesh, marking her with more of our essence, makes me so fucking hard I can barely walk.

That’s what she does to me. To all of us. Her pretty pink nipples and perfect pussy make each of us feral as fuck. And her mouth… fucking god, those full lips and sharp tongue wrapped around my cock are better than any poison I’ve ever tasted.

Atlas nods as if he can hear my thoughts. “Let me get you ready for her.”

We lock eyes and the temperature in my body rises like a fucking inferno. I take off my pants and nestle back in an iron chair.

Atlas shoots back a vial of poison before stalking over to me. He hands me one too, which I knock back just as quickly. He kneels down between my legs and pushes my robe back, exposing my massive erection. “You’re going to cum hard and fast for me so you can last longer with her later.”

I let out a moan as he rolls his thumb and index finger around the tip of my cock. “You’re so good to me, Atlas.”

He chuckles, his blue-green eyes brightening, pupils dilated and pitch black. “Shh, close your eyes and relax.”

I do as he says, allowing my body to unclench. I quiver as he takes the entire length of me in his mouth. “Oh, fuck.”

He slides his thick lips all the way down to my base, coating my shaft with his hot saliva. Spasms tingle throughout every vein as he works his mouth up and down.

I dig my fingers into his scalp, yanking on his icy-blond strands. “Yeah, just like that.”

A smirk pulls at his lips as he continues to choke on me. He moans as my cock twitches in his grasp. I white-knuckle the arms of the chair, panting as I my climax builds. “Atlas… fuck. I’m gonna fucking burst.”

He slips a finger in my ass, and I lose it. Stars dot the black behind my closed lids. “Fuck!” I roar.

My cum shoots out like a bullet, invading his mouth and throat. He laughs as I shake and tremble, clenching and unclenching my ass cheeks around his thick finger.

“Mmm,” he moans as he drinks every drop of my essence.

The high is unlike any other. The poison mixed with sex in our sacred ritual room… it’s not just an orgasm; it’s transcendence.

I stroke his face as he licks his lips. “So fucking good.”

He beams back at me, basking in my praise. “I can’t wait to watch you mark our little firecracker. I want to lick her blood from your blade. It tastes so good.”

My legs wobble as I stand up, my adrenaline still racing. “I want to watch you and Val fuck her at the same time.”

Atlas arches an eyebrow. “You’ll think she’ll go for that? She’s still pissed at me.”

“I won’t be asking.”

“Asking what?” Maureen calls out. She’s holding on to Val, her face flushed. My cock hardens again. I can smell the fresh cum on her thighs from here.

I stalk over to her and wrap my hand around her throat. “Laurent Erebus will be here soon. It’s time, Firecracker.”

“Take off your clothes,” Val growls in her ear.

I hand her a robe to slip into. And a mask. Her eyes widen. “For me?”

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