Page 68 of Tainted Saints

“I think you broke me.” She sighs, nuzzling into my side when Lan pulls out of her and places her next to me on the bed. I can’t help it, I pull her to me, wrapping her sweat-slicked body in my arms.

“In the best possible way, sugar,” I croon in her ear, her breathing evening out as she falls asleep in my arms.

Blaine strides back into the room with a washcloth, and he gently wipes her between her sweet thighs. She stirs a little but doesn’t open her eyes, and I’m content to hold her close while Blaine and Lan look after her.

“Let her rest,” Blaine rumbles when they’re done, leaning down and placing a kiss on her temple. A small sound of contentment falls from her lips against my chest, making my chest tight. God, I love having her here.

“I’ll start prepping dinner,” Lan mumbles, replacing Blaine’s lips with his own, then pulling up some blankets over us both. “She’ll be hungry when she wakes up. You stay with our girl, Forest.”

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else, Daddy,” I tell him softly, not wanting to wake the sleeping beauty in my arms. The idea of ever letting her go sends my pulse skyrocketing, my soul rebelling at the thought. “She stays with us. Whatever it takes.” I first hold Blaine’s, then Lan’s stares.

“She stays,” Lan says after several moments, his brows deeply furrowed. “But it may take some time to organise. She’ll have to go back for now.”

My jaw clenches at the knowledge that he’s right. At the fact we have to send her back into that house where she’s abused so casually by the people who should love her.

“He’ll pay for hurting her,” I whisper, my voice darkness personified. My words are a vow of the most solemn kind. I will kill that man for hurting my angel, and have killed for far less. His death won’t sit on my conscience.

“First, we get what Alfonso needs, then we take him out,” Lan replies, Blaine growling in agreement.

We may be saints, but our hands are stained with blood and I will gladly add the British Ambassador’s to the mix.

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“Don’t Blame Me” by Taylor Swift

ASPEN

I wake to warmth surrounding me and the delicious smell of Italian cooking.

“Welcome back, sleeping beauty,” Forest’s teasing voice caresses over me just as surely as his palms now do.

“How long was I asleep for?” I mumble, stretching and feeling every delicious hard inch of him pressed up against me. My core pulses, a deep ache letting me know that they fucked me good and proper earlier.

“A few hours, but you’ve woken up just in time for dinner,” he tells me, kissing and nuzzling my neck. Tingles race from every point of contact his lips make, and I arch into him, giving him more access to my skin. “You are so fucking addictive, sugar, you know that?”

My fingers grip his shoulder, pulling him into me as I wrap my leg around his hips, his solid shaft teasing my slick opening.

“Forest,” I pant as he pushes the tip inside and my entire body shudders, already on the brink of an orgasm. It’s like my body is so attuned to him, so starved of his touches that a single caress will have me exploding.

Clearly hearing my pleading tone, his thrusts all the way in, his hand coming up to cover my mouth.

“Shhhh, baby. Don’t want them knowing and interrupting us before you’ve come,” he murmurs, pounding into me so hard and fast that I shatter around his cock moments later, even without any clit stimulation.

“That’s it, angel, come for your Daddy,” he commands in a low voice, fucking me until I’m trembling and almost crying for him to stop. “Such a good, perfect, Daddy’s girl.”

His dirty words only prolong my pleasure, leaving me a twitching, hot mess.

“Fuck, Forest,” I gasp once I come down, and he pulls out, still hard. “You’re not…?”

“Oh, Little Lady, Daddy can wait.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “Now go clean up and let’s eat.”

I get up on wobbly legs, Forest steadying me with a shit-eating grin on his perfect face when my knees almost buckle. I do the mature thing of sticking my tongue out at him, which earns a laugh and an arse slap as I leave, causing me to yelp and rub the sore patch.

I make my way to the bathroom, taking care of business and hopping into the shower as a warm flannel won’t cut the amount of cum dripping from me. Once I’m done, I grab one of the large towels, wrap it around my body, and then head in the direction of the main room where I find Lan putting the finishing touches to a pasta dish and Blaine playing tug of war with Bolt.

Bolt spots me first, letting go of the rope toy and trotting over to me, nuzzling my hand with his soft face. My fingers disappear into his thick fur as I scratch him behind the ear and his tail thumps on the ground.

“Evening,mi tesoro,” Blaine greets, striding up to me and taking my chin in his fingers, placing his lips on mine and making my toes curl with the pleasure that zaps through me.

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