Page 27 of Dirty Little Saint

He arches an eyebrow. “Careful, Maur. I’m on the fucking edge right now.”

I peel off my jeans along with my black lace panties. “So am I…”

I slide my hands down my belly and spread my pussy lips open.

His eyes darken. “I won’t be gentle.”

“I fucking hope not.” My juices glide down my thighs as I slowly rub myself. I let out a whimper as he watches.

“You’re the only one I’ll get down on my knees for, Maur,” he growls in my ear, his breath hot and unsteady.

A smirk catches my lips as he lowers himself to the ground. He yanks my right leg up and tosses it over his shoulder, opening me up wider.

A deep moan erupts from my throat as he licks me from taint to clit. I lean back against the coffin and close my eyes. “Val…”

“Mmm.” He thrusts his tongue inside my pussy, lapping at my walls like a starved animal. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasps after he slides back out. He scrapes his teeth across my swollen clit before taking it in his mouth. A deep spasm spreads through my core as he sucks it.

My fingers tremble as I pull my lips wider apart, desperate for him to fill me again. “Please, Val…”

He lifts my other leg over his shoulder so I’m straddling his face. The back of the coffin digs into my back again. This time, I don’t mind. This time, I barely feel the burn of its edges searing into my spine.

He pushes my hands away from my pussy and plunges his tongue back inside, filling me to the hilt. I throw my head back and scream as another spasm rips through me, sending me over the edge.

I arch back and thrust against his face with so much force the coffin creaks and rattles. He holds me up with his arms, pinning me to him as he devours me. I lock my legs around his neck as my juices spill out onto his tongue.

“Val,” I whine. “Oh, fuck.”

He laps up my cum greedily as he moans. The heat from his breath sends me into a frenzy as another orgasm thunders through me.

“Fuck,” I cry out again.

When he comes up for air, he licks the remaining cream from his lips. “I’ll get on my knees for you anytime if it means you’re going to cum as hard as you just did.” He slides out from under my legs and sets me back down carefully. My knees wobble, and I have to lean on him so I don’t collapse.

“The way you make me cum… it’s like a fucking drug. I’ll never stop craving it.” He uses his shirt to wipe my legs and pussy before I pull my panties and jeans back on.

The more he touches me, the harder I fall. Fucking pheromones. It’s everything—his scent, his voice, the way he looks at me… It’s stronger than a drug. There is no rehab for this addiction.

He leans over and kisses me. I moan again as I taste myself on his lips. “I just want to hide down here with you all night. The guys could tell your father we aren’t here. That we ran away.”

Val sighs. “You know that won’t work, Maur. He’ll sense you before he’s halfway up the driveway.”

I shrug and force a smile even as the anxiety builds in my chest. “It was worth a shot.”

He runs his thumb across my lips. “Someday soon, there will come a time when he’ll want to run from us.”

The sigil on my neck pulsates, reminding me of the oath I made to him, Riot and Atlas. It comforts me as much as it terrifies me. We’re bound together by blood and ritual now. The sigil that Holden carved into me also awakens but only for a moment. I’m getting better at controlling it instead of the other way around.

“You’re right,” I murmur. “I can feel a shift in me.” Goosebumps pebble my flesh.

He nods. “Which is why we need to give you another sigil tonight.”

More blood and pain. I’m not sure how much more my body can take. But being powerless is not an option for me.

I lace my fingers through his, sending a bolt of electricity through us both. “I’m ready.”

Riot

“I’m going to give Maureen the sigil of Erebus tonight.” I thrust the dagger into the flame, sterilizing it for the ritual.

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