Page 69 of Tainted Saints

“Good evening, Blaine,” I whisper back once he releases my lips. “Do you have a shirt I could borrow?”

He answers by stripping out of his T-shirt, leaving all of his glorious muscles on display. My mouth practically waters, his smirk telling me he knows exactly the effect he has on me. Arching a brow, I undo the towel, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes turn molten, his nostrils flaring as he traces my body, burning a path with his gaze.

“Touché,” he murmurs, taking his shirt and helping me into it, his fingers ghosting down the bare skin at my sides. I shiver, my nipples pebbling and pressing against the fabric, my core pulsing when I glance beyond Blaine to see Lan staring at me with lust filling his dark eyes.

“Let’s eat,” he states in a somewhat strained tone, placing a steaming bowl onto the table in front of the chair that they always sit me in.

“Thank you, Lan,” I say, walking over to him and kissing his cheek. His leather and lavender scent engulfs me, and I pause with my hand on his forearm, just breathing him in. My cheeks heat when I think about what he did to me earlier, the way he fucked my arse and how much I loved it.

“You’re welcome, Duchess,” he whispers into my ear, giving me a light kiss on my cheek before he steps away to get the rest of the food. Goddamn, that man is the master of making me crave him with a single, innocent touch.

We eat a delicious pasta pesto dish, the creamy flavours bursting on my tongue and leaving me moaning while the guys growl at me to stop otherwise none of us will finish our food. Obviously, that just makes me do it more, laughing at them all until they each stand up, hard cocks clear as day pressing against their sweatpants—which should be illegal by the way.

“So, what do you guys usually do on a Saturday night?” I ask as once again they refuse to let me clear away the plates. Lan returns with what looks like a glass full of Tiramisu. “Oh my fucking god, is this tiramisu?” I squeal as it’s one of my favourite desserts.

“It is, Duchess.” Lan smirks, practically preening as I grab the spoon from his fingers and dive in.

“Oh lord, that’s so fucking good, Lan,” I moan, closing my eyes and licking the spoon clean.

“Right, that’s it. Get up on the fucking table, Duchess,” Lan orders, and my eyes pop open at his harsh tone, seeing his face set in hard lines. “Now, beautiful.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply in a whisper, pushing my chair back and climbing up onto the table, hissing when the cool wood touches my bare arse.

“Shirt off,” he commands, and reaching down to the hem, I pull it upwards and let it fall to the floor. “Good girl. Now lie back.” I pout at him and he laughs. “Don’t worry, you’ll still get your dessert, beautiful.”

Placated that I’m not missing out on the most delicious tiramisu I’ve ever eaten, I lie down, my spine arching when it hits the surface.

“Perfect, sugar,” Forest murmurs, and I watch as he takes a spoon of his own dessert and dollops it onto my nipple. The cold has me gasping, my breasts rising when Blaine does the same to the other side.

“Best way to eat such a delicious treat,” Lan whispers, and I look down my body to see his spoon poised over my pussy. I watch as he tips the spoon, giving it a little shake, and the tiramisu falls, landing on my clit and sending a bolt of fire racing up my body. “Let’s tuck in, boys.”

As one, they converge on my body, warm lips and tongues tracing the cool dessert until I’m writhing, my limbs trembling on the edge of a release.

“Please,” I beg, needing something extra to send me over that edge. “Please, Lan.”

I gasp as another cool spoonful lands on my heated cunt, followed immediately by Lan's mouth as he sucks my bud hard enough for an edge of pain to shoot through me and push me off the cliff.

I come while screaming their names, my fingers clawing at the wooden surface of the table, no doubt scratching it but I have no fucks to give as I’m rolled over and under the waves of pleasure. Every nerve ending tingles, pulsing as if a current is running through me, and I need them to mark me as theirs right the fuck now.

Blinking, I open my eyes to find them all watching me. “Cover me with your cum,” I beg in a hoarse voice. “Please, mark me as yours.”

“As you wish, Duchess,” Lan growls, dropping the spoon to the table top with a loud clatter and then pulling his impressive length out. He lines it up with my clit, then wraps his fist around it and starts pumping hard and fast, his thick head nudging me and building me up again.

I tear my gaze away from the erotic sight to watch Blaine pull his dick from his sweats, stroking it as he looks at my sticky body. I reach out with my hand, covering his, and he groans, his eyelids fluttering as we both jerk him off.

“Don’t forget about me, Little Lady,” Forest rumbles, and I twist to reach for him, doing the same as I am with Blaine, and wrapping my palm around his fist as we both stroke him up and down.

My gaze flits between the three of them, the sight alone enough to have my thighs trembling as another climax approaches.

“Come for me,” I demand, squeezing my hands tighter and having both Forest and Blaine hissing my name. “Mark me as yours.”

I watch as the orgasm takes over Lan’s face, his body thrumming with tension as he growls out his release. Spurts of his hot cum cover my pussy, and he uses his tip to rub it all over my cunt, sending me into another orgasm that hits like a fucking freight train.

My back arches just as I feel cum splash across my breasts, and the thought of them all marking me makes me come that much harder.

“Fuck, sugar,” Forest grits out, slamming his lips on mine once I finally start to come down from my high. I kiss him back languidly, my body utterly spent and satisfied. “You are so fucking hot covered in our cum.”

I hum, unable to form words, and I crack my lids open and grin at him.

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