Page 37 of Shadow

“Pick Sirena up at seven. Don’t be fucking late,” he snapped, cutting off my words. I knew when enough was enough. It was still a touchy subject.

“And just… make sure Bryce doesn’t touch my girl. I really will fucking kill him and add him to my collection.” With those words, he stormed away from me. He wasn’t going to classes. No, Dante Church was pissed. He would go into the woods and take that anger out on the poor creatures.

I guess that meant new home décor.

That was a win, at least.

SIRENA

“You’re going to spend the evening with Asylum on Friday,” Church said as he held me on his lap in the living room on Thursday.

I raised my brows in surprise at him. I’d been unable to find a way to bring it up to him without worrying about him losing his mind over it.

“Really?” Stitches called out sourly. “You do fucking realize Andrews and him are roommates now, right?”

“I’m aware,” Church replied dryly. “But I have it on good authority from Asylum that all will be well. If he wants to keep breathing, he’ll ensure his words carry merit or I’ll drown him in his fucking toilet.”

Stitches grumbled softly as I stared into Church’s eyes.

“Are you happy with my decision?” Church murmured.

I pressed my lips against his softly.

“Tell me,” he continued, his voice low, when I pulled away. “I want your words, specter.” He thumbed my bottom lip.

I exhaled, trying to focus on the words. It was so strange to me how sometimes they came to me and other times they simply stayed lodged deep in my throat.

I parted my lips to speak, but nothing came out. I tried again.

Church let out a soft growl of frustration. “What do I have to do to fucking impress you?”

I cradled his face, my eyes wide. He did impress me. God, how could he not know he did? Each and every damn day.

“Not a good enough answer,” he said, working his hand beneath my skirt and panties. I whimpered as he swept the digit along my pussy.

I was aware that Stitches had paused the movie that was on to watch us. I assumed he’d join once satisfied that Church was settled down.

Church pushed deep into my heat, making me cry out a little.

“My finger gets your words?” he husked out. “What would my fucking cock do, then? Would you finally talk to me?”

His words broke my heart. I knew he was upset that I communicated more easily with the others than with him. Maybe he was just that intimidating to me. I wasn’t sure. He was definitely overpowering, but I loved him so much.

I didn’t get to keep contemplating it because Church tugged my panties off roughly before unzipping his pants and bringing his fully erect cock out.

He didn’t give me much of a chance to do anything more than moan as he adjusted me over his dick.

I twisted my fingers in his white dress shirt as he thrust roughly into me. He wasn’t gentle with me. He fucked into me hard and fast before he gripped my waist so tight it made me wince.

“Fuck me,” he commanded. “Come on my fucking dick.”

I rode him as hard as I could, but he let out a snarl after a few minutes before standing and taking me to the couch, still impaled deep inside me.

I whimpered again as he laid me on Stitches’s lap before drilling into me from between my legs.

“Malachi, put your cock in our little slut’s mouth. You fill her from that end for me, brother.”

Stitches wasted no time in doing Church’s commands. Within seconds, his cock was buried in my throat as I twisted my head in an uncomfortable position to suck him.

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