Page 47 of Tainted Saints

Lan pulls his fingers out of my drenched pussy, then holds them out in offering. My lips part as I watch Forest take Lan’s hand and bring it up to his face, and although it’s too dark for me to make out what he’s doing, the sound of sucking lets me know that he’s licking my release off of Lan’s fingers.

“So fucking delicious, sugar,” he groans, finally releasing Lan’s hand and stepping closer so that the front of our bodies brush. I’m so sensitised from the orgasm I just experienced that it’s the worst kind of torture having him so close, knowing what his exquisite body can do to mine, yet not being able to indulge right now.

“Did you find anything?” Lan questions just as Forest reaches a hand to brush his fingers against my cheek. He pauses, then heaves a sigh.

“Nothing, Daddy. Not a fuckin’ thing,” he huffs, his hand dropping away.

“Me neither,” Blaine adds, and Lan curses behind me. His arm is still wrapped around me, and I snuggle closer, smoothing my hand down his arm.

“Then we have no choice,” Lan states, and the defeated resignation in his tone has me pausing in my comfort, my skin going cold.

“No choice in what?” I ask and am met with silence. “In what, Lan?”

I try to spin but his grip tightens, keeping my back to his front and he takes in a deep inhale, his lips brushing my head.

“We can get Bolt into the fight, to find out where it’s being held and when,” he confesses through gritted teeth and my stomach sinks, my fingers going numb at his words.

“B–but you can’t! He might get killed!” I stammer, heat flushing through my body and making me tense. I can’t bear the idea of anything happening to Bolt. Even though I only met him once, he’s a part of their family.

“We know, Lil’ Lady,” Forest tries to soothe me, his own voice full of anger and distress. I bat away his hand as I struggle to get out of Lan’s arms but he only holds me tighter.

“Let me go!” I hiss, only stopping when I feel large hands cupping my damp cheeks.

“We need to stop this,mi amorsita,” Blaine whispers, and it’s enough to make the fight drain out of me, his gentle, calming tone stealing the sharp edges of my anger enough so I’m actually listening. “Not just because Lan’s uncle has told us to. They’re taking dogs from the pound, dogs that might be able to have a life and family one day, and offering them up for slaughter. How long until dogs aren’t enough?”

It’s the most I’ve ever heard him say in one go, and his words have the same effect as ice-cold water drenching my body. The Ambassador is a monster of the worst kind and I’ve no doubt his friends are just as bad. And he’s right. How long before they start using prey that is more interesting? Before they start using people for their entertainment?

“We won’t let anything bad happen to Bolt, Duchess,” Lan says behind me, brushing a soft kiss to my temple. “But we need to use him to get in. We have nothing else.”

My head drops forward as I see this for what it is. A last resort, and one that they don’t take lightly. Blaine’s warm palms are a comfort against my skin, Lan at my back, and Forest slips a hand under my hoodie to wrap around my waist.

“Why is the world so cruel?” I breathe out, my chest aching as my limbs feel too heavy to hold me up.

“Because bad people live in it, Duchess,” Lan states simply. “And all we can do is try to stop the worst of them, however we can.”

His words ring in the silence, all the euphoria of my orgasm replaced with the despair that knowing the worst the world has to offer lives in your very house. I wish that things were different, that I didn’t come from a world that is so corrupt and hateful. That the Ambassador wasn’t a heartless man who will do anything in his quest for power, even hurt innocent children and animals.

But wishes are like dreams, nice while they last but fading quickly in the light of day, and I learned long ago that both will not change the nightmares and demons that plague my life.

Maybe, just maybe, all I needed was some Tainted Saints to even the odds. Perhaps these three broken men full of their own brand of darkness are going to be the ones to finally enable me to break free from my shackles and step into the light.

ChapterTwenty-Two

“Pictures” by ECÂF

ASPEN

We head back upstairs,the silence thick and heavy in the air, and it only grows when my bedroom door is closed, sealing us in the moonlit room.

“I’m going to wash up, I guess,” I say quietly, heading over to my bathroom. My chest aches, partly because of the whole Bolt situation and partly because I know that they can’t stay all night. There are too many people around in the morning to risk it, no matter how much I crave the comfort they can give.

After using the loo and a quick freshen-up, I throw my ruined lace panties in the laundry basket and put Lan’s hoodie back on, not quite ready to give it up yet. Exiting the bathroom, I come to a stop when I see Lan and Forest in my bed, chests bare and looking all too beautiful in the moonlight. I drag my eyes away to find Blaine sitting in a chair by the window. It’s my comfy reading chair, huge and plush, but he makes it look a little like dollhouse furniture.

“You’re staying?” I ask tentatively, my heart skipping a beat as I step towards the bed, eyeing up the two beautiful men currently occupying it.

“Of course we’re staying, sugar,” Forest says into the dark, folding back the covers and showing me that he’s only in plain, black boxer shorts. “As long as you don’t mind?”

“No,” I rush out, blushing at the quickness of my answer. “I just thought that it would be too…” I trail off, biting my lower lip as I try to think of how to finish my sentence. I don’t want to make them feel like they’re a dirty secret…but that kind of is exactly what they are at the moment, for their own safety as well as mine.

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