Page 60 of Tainted Saints

“You are some kind of special, Duchess,” he murmurs against my lips before pressing our foreheads together while I catch my breath.

“You are some kind of special too, Lan,” I whisper back, and suddenly this weekend with them feels too short, the idea of leaving on Sunday making every cell in my body rebel.

“Now, get dressed and go with Forest, and we’ll see you later.” Placing one final kiss on my lips, he reluctantly pulls away as if it takes a gargantuan effort to do so. I can sympathise, my arms taking some convincing to let him go as all I want to do is hold him close and breathe him in for as long as I can.

“Come on, sugar. Your bag is in my room,” Forest tells me, taking my hand and guiding me down the short hallway, Bolt’s claws clicking on the floorboards behind us.

When he opens his door, it doesn’t surprise me that his room is a bit of a mess, clothes strewn on the chair that sits in front of a small desk, his bed a tangle of dark sheets, and Bolt’s bed in the corner. The dog in question trots over to it, turning around in a couple of circles before curling up, head lolling out the side.

Sat by the side of his bed is my bag, and I let go of his hand to walk over to it, picking it up and placing it on the bed. Glancing over my shoulder, I smile at Forest leaning against the doorjamb, his arms crossed and looking like a wet dream.

Turning back to my bag, I smile to myself as I grab the hem of Blaine’s shirt, tugging it off and dropping it onto the end of the bed.

“Jesus fucking Christ, woman,” Forest rasps as I bend down to look into my bag, biting my lower lip when I feel him behind me, his large palms gliding up my naked sides. “What did I tell you about tempting saints?”

One hand comes around the front of me, gliding down my stomach to the apex of my thighs.

“Forest…” I don’t know whether I’m telling him to stop or urging him to continue, but all speech disappears when his fingers slide through my admittedly damp folds.

“You’re always so wet for Daddy, such a good fucking girl,” he purrs in my ear, and I straighten up, leaning back into his hard body, one hand coming up to grab the hair at the nape of his neck. He chuckles when I pull him closer, begging him with my body. “Bolt, out.” I hear the click of Bolt’s claws at the same moment that Forest slams two fingers inside me, making my back arch and a moan hiss between my teeth.

He finger fucks me hard and fast, whispering dirty words in my ear until I’m screaming his name, an orgasm rushing through me and all over his hand. The waves of pleasure leave me boneless, slumped in his arms as he tells me what a good girl I am for my Daddy, coming all over his hand like that.

Finally, he pulls his fingers out of me, and I blink open my eyes to see him offer his hand up at the side. I watch as Blaine takes a finger into his mouth, his eyes on me as he sucks it clean, then moves onto the second finger.

“Fucking delicious,mi tesoro,” he rumbles, his voice sending shivers across my body. “Now you really do need to get ready and go or you’ll be late.”

“O–okay,” I mumble, trying to get my brain to reboot enough to figure out what I need to do to enable that to happen.

They both chuckle, the deep vibration of Forest’s laugh making me shudder.

“Shower first, sugar. I’ll choose something for you to wear while you wash up.” Forest’s voice is an octave lower than it usually is, his pupils blown so wide that the green is almost swallowed whole.

Forest steps away, Blaine taking my hand and leading me to the bathroom. He grabs a fresh towel off the shelf and turns on the showerhead that rests over the bath.

“It’s not what you’re used to,” he gruffly says, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks flush, but I put my hand over his heart, loving the feel of the firm muscle beneath it.

“It’s exactly what I need,” I tell him softly, giving him a smile that he returns with one of his own which almost makes my heart stop beating.

“I’ll leave you to get sorted, use whatever you need, it’s all yours,mi amorsita,” he murmurs, placing a brief kiss on my head and then leaving, shutting the door behind him.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep inhale, blowing out the breath through my lips. Tears try to prick my eyes, and my fists clench at my sides. Why can’t my life always be like this? So full of…everything good and amazing rather than horror and despair?

Taking a few shuddering breaths, I pull my non-existent knickers up and open my eyes to a room full of steam.

“Not today, Satan,” I whisper to myself as I climb into the tub. Today is a day for love and laughter, nothing that my family knows anything about, and I refuse to let them ruin it when they’re not here. I’ll worry about that tomorrow.

ChapterTwenty-Six

“Eat Your Young” by Hozier

ASPEN

Forestand I head down the metal stairs to the Pound entrance at the side of the building, Forest opening the door with a key and ushering me inside. I’m immediately assaulted by the smell of dog, and not in an unpleasant way, more of a comfort. Butterflies flutter in my stomach as he walks us down a bright corridor, through a door, and then we’re in a large space with barred sections on either side of a walkway. It reminds me of the jail, and my brows dip as I take in the bare but necessary space.

Excited barks and yaps fill the room as we enter, and Forest turns back to me with a huge grin on his face, his green eyes sparkling. I can’t help but smile back, his happiness is just so infectious.

“Welcome to the best place in town, sugar,” he beams, and my lips tug up into an even bigger smile. “Let me introduce you around.”

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