Page 27 of Tainted Saints

Shuddering an exhale, I lift my eyes upwards, my entire body stilling when I see her bare breasts in Forest’s hands, her heavy-lidded gaze fixed on me as he nibbles her neck.

“Forest,” I grit out between clenched teeth, my fingers wrapped around her boot in a death grip.

“She needs to feel worshipped, Daddy. Don’t you, sugar?” he replies in a husky tone, one that tells me he’s just as fucking turned on as I am.

My nostrils flare, but that only draws in more of her intoxicating scent. “Bolt, bed.” I don’t have to look to know that he’s left the room, going to his bed in Forest’s room down the hall. We’ve trained him well. “Do you want this, Duchess?” I ask the golden-haired beauty above me, my pulse thundering as she arches into Forest’s touch.

“Yes,” she answers in a breathy voice, no hesitation, and fuck if my dick doesn’t pulse with need.

I won’t do anything about it though. Forest is right, I can see the concern in her eyes, the worry that we don’t want her because she’s not enough, because she’s been rejected by the people who should love her. I won’t add to that, and I need to prove to her that she is wanted, even if it’s just by three men who have fucking nothing but a criminal gang to their names. Fuck the fact we’re not meant to get attached. I can’t fight this pull no more than the stars can refuse to shine.

Tearing my gaze away, I focus back on her boot, unlacing it and placing it beside us. Instead of placing her foot on the floor, I lift her leg higher and hitch it over my shoulder, opening her up to me. Fuck, she’s a mess, her pussy slick and trails of Forest’s cum leaking down her thighs.

Leaning in, I take a deep inhale of her musk, the sweet smell making me drunk with need for her on my tongue, but I rein it in, licking up the stickiness coating her inner thighs first.

“Lan…” My name is a breathy moan, a prayer from her lips and I am helpless to resist its plea. I lick a long line up her slit, a deep groan from my lips vibrating across her folds as her sweet taste bursts across my tongue, the sweetness only heightened by the saltiness of Forest’s cum.

“How does she taste, Lan?” Forest asks, his voice a low, husky whisper.

“Fucking exquisite,” I tell him, diving back in for more. Her hips buck and her hands tangle in my hair as she pulls me closer. Greedy little thing.

Wasting no more time when there is a feast before me, I get to work tasting every inch of her sweet cunt, dipping my tongue inside her and fucking her with it as my fingers dig into her thighs and keep them open when she tries to close them.

Rolling my eyes upward, I see Blaine has captured her lips, his huge hand squeezing and playing with her breast and nipple. Forest is still behind her, sucking and kissing her neck, his hand on her other breast, and something primal stirs inside me at all of us taking care of her. A rush of wetness coats my tongue, letting me know that she’s close, so I turn my attention back to her dripping pussy and suck and flick her clit with my tongue at the same moment I thrust two fingers inside her.

Her muffled cry is followed by the tightening of her inner walls as she comes, soaking my chin and the front of my T-shirt with her release. It spurs me on, and I finger fuck her through her orgasm, relishing every twitch of her muscles and the small whimpers she makes.

When her thighs try to close again, I decide that she’s had enough, so I pull back, sitting back on my heels and looking up at her. Gone is the pallor of before, which is replaced by flushed cheeks and a heavy-lidded gaze that makes me want to preen like a fucking peacock.

She’s slumped in the arms of my chosen brothers, and we share a look that feels like a mantle laid on my shoulders. It doesn’t matter who wants us to watch her and for what reason. She belongs to us, our very own angel, and we will watch over her like guard dogs because we protect what’s ours.

ChapterThirteen

“Stick Around” by ENVYYOU

ASPEN

My muscles are like jelly,and I provide no resistance as Landon unhooks my suspenders and pulls my stockings off, standing up and passing them to Blaine who places them with the rest of my things.

Lan brushes the lightest of kisses against my lips, a teasing caress that has me chasing after him. Bastard just smirks, leaving me with a hint of a taste of myself and an ache for more.

A part of me knows that I should feel something about being naked in front of them, these almost strangers, but the shame just won’t come, not after the way they worshipped me just now.

“Let’s get you in the bath before it gets too cold,” he tells me, tangling our fingers together and pulling me away from Forest and down their tiny hallway.

There are pictures tacked up on the unpainted walls, no frames, but the joy of the young men in them makes my heart hurt. I’m not sure I have any pictures like this, of me as a goofy youth, smiling and covered in mud. All the pictures from my childhood are staged, my smile fake-looking and tension around my young eyes.

“I know it’s not much, Little Lady,” Forest comments softly from behind me as we step into the small bathroom, his tone hesitant and unsure.

I look up at Landon, a flush high on his sharp cheekbones as he takes in the space around us like he’s embarrassed. His gaze snags on mine and I give him a small smile.

“It’s everything,” I say, staring into his dark eyes, willing him to believe that I would give up all the riches in the world for this; a true home. A place to feel safe and belong.

He gives me a grin in return that takes my breath away, my heart thudding painfully in my chest at the pleasure and approval on his face. Breaking our stare, he leans down and dips his hand into the bubbly water.

“Still hot. Good call on the bubbles, Forest,” he says, straightening up and reaching out to glide his fingers around my nipple, leaving a trail of bubbles in his wake. My brain short-circuits, my breath hitching, and he smirks again as if he knows the effect his touch has on me.

“Our girl deserves the best,” Forest replies, his fingers teasing down my side, tingles racing from his touch and the fact he called me their girl. My chest tightens with the seemingly ordinary claiming. I want to be theirs, to belong to these Tainted Saints.

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