Page 77 of Dirty Little Saint

I bite my lip to stifle the sob that’s been building in my chest. Damn.

“Lettie,” Felix pleads.

“No, it’s okay. She has every right to hate me. I’m gonna go wait in the car with Val. You two take your time.” I force a smile and walk out the door.

I walk as fast as I can toward the car. The ravens cry with me as the tears stream down my face. Are we doing the right thing? Villette is right. Everything we touch turns to shit. Riot, Atlas, and Valentin ruined me. I ruined them. And now we are going to ruin her brother.

I get in the car and slam the door.

Val arches an eyebrow. “I’m guessing that didn’t go well.”

I glare at him. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He rests his hand on my knee. “I’m sorry you lost your friend. But I don’t care who we have to hurt if it keeps you safe and all of us together.”

I cross my arms and gaze out the window. “But at what cost, Val? Maybe it’s too high a price to pay.”

“We’re all making sacrifices, Maur. Seeing you hold his hand…” Val looks down at his lap.

I choke back another sob. “Then let’s figure out another way.”

He holds my hand to his cheek. “No. We need him. I’m just being a selfish prick because I secretly want you all to myself. Even from Riot and Atlas.”

Our greed for each other knows no bounds it seems.

My heart breaks all over again when I see Felix skulking toward the car. “People really think we are the devils of Raven’s Gate, don’t they?”

Val snickers. “Yeah, and we’ll see all of them in hell.”

Felix slides into the back seat, and it’s all I can do not to tell him I changed my mind. That I made a mistake, and he should stay away from me. From all of us.

But I don’t.

Because I’m a selfish prick too.

Felix

I’m finally here. So many endless nights and seasons longing for this moment, and I’ve finally arrived. Standing in the center, her black robe hangs slightly open, revealing a peek of her nakedness underneath. My little raven is more beautiful than her picture. More exquisite than I ever could imagine. I’d happily join any cult or religion for her.

My heart beats so fast and hard, I’m afraid that they’ll hear it. That its thunderous drum will echo off these cavern walls and shatter them. I’ve been trying so hard to hold back. The first night I met her in person, at Swallow, tested me… tempted me.

When I watched them touch her, fuck her in the corner of the bar, I almost died from need. From wanting to feel her wet pussy on my fingers. To taste her venomous tongue. And later that night, as I lie in bed, I replayed it over and over while I stroked my cock, making myself cum with her name on my lips.

My knees tremble now. I’m so close to her and them and everything I’ve ever wanted. To share this sickness. This greed and lust for all that is unholy. For all that is poetic and dark and alive. I want to feel the weight of it crush me. To be buried under the rubble of all her beautiful destruction.

Riot, Atlas, and Valentin stand still in their robes. They stare back at me, their faces masked in bronze. Their eyes glow as she approaches and hands them a silver dagger.

My pulse increases in anticipation, my cock swelling underneath my robe. The energy between us is electric. I’m afraid to move or speak or even take a breath. For fear it would disrupt the symmetry.

Riot raises his hand and points to the center of the room, to the altar—a large stone table. Its edges are lined with the leaves of nightshade and oleander. He beckons me over.

“Take off your robe and lie down when you’re ready,” Riot commands. His voice is rough and thick, much like the air in this cavern.

As I look at each of them, the heat in my body rises. But it’s not until I lock eyes with her that I become another version of myself. The one I’ve kept hidden. I untie my robe and let it fall to the ground. She bites down on her bottom lip, aroused by what she sees—me standing before them exposed, raw and naked aside from the tattoos that cover most of my body.

I notice the guys admiring me as well. The way they shift their stances to accommodate their growing erections, their throats bobbing as they try to gulp down their ache.

I smirk from behind my mask. Ritual is power. And the cock between my legs is how I will wield mine. They will each have a piece of me before the night is over. I want to touch all of them. But I want her the most.

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