Page 74 of The Preacher's Pet

It was so beautiful, and so fucking hot, it makes me come every time.

I glance at the door, checking it’s thoroughly closed, then get to my knees, sitting back on my haunches. I unzip and take myself in hand. Hissing as I close my fingers around my aching cock, I let my mind go to the moment Malachi guided his best friend’s cock into Ophelia’s virgin pussy.

Her cries, the way her eyes widened, her pussy lips straining to take him, all fill my mind, and I grit my teeth and work myself harder and faster.

My cock feels so big and hard, and my balls are heavy and full. My spine tingles as I work my fist. I reach down with my other hand, pushing my pants down farther so I can cup my balls. I squeeze them and twist a little, liking the pain. I tug on them, too. I shave them and around my cock, and I wonder if Ophelia would suck them into her mouth for me. It seems so wrong, so dirty, and yet the idea has the cum in them churning, and I grunt in shock as I come without any warning. Hot white arcs shoot from the tip of my cock, covering my hand and fingers.

I keep fondling my balls, imagining it’s Ophelia doing it, and my thighs tense and relax repeatedly as I come so fucking hard, my entire body shivers with the pleasure.

When I finally come down from the high, I laugh quietly. Well, that certainly took the edge off.

My knees are sore, and my feet are starting to tingle with blood loss from sitting on them for so long. I need to move.

Tucking myself away and getting to my feet, I decide it’s time for a shower. Ophelia is already bathed and scented, and we all need to shower before the witching hour. We won’t wear our robes tonight because running in them would be fucking difficult, but we’ll wear our masks.

I’ll start the ceremony here, then we’ll move it out into the woods.

I want to sage the place, too, before we begin, to make sure the energy is pure and clean.

Pausing by the ancestors’ table, I thank them once more and then head to the bathroom to get myself ready for the night ahead.

41

CAIN

I’mthe last to use the bathroom, and when I come out, freshly shaved, washed, and wearing a light, herby scent, I find Roman waving his sage bundle around and muttering incantations.

I glance at my watch, and my heart picks up speed. It’s almost two thirty, which means in less than half an hour, we’re going to start the ceremony. We’ll do the same as before to begin with, but then we’ll be chasing Ophelia out of the door and into the dark woods.

It’s fucking hot to think about, but I’m worried it might all go wrong. What if we push away the last vestiges of sanity any of us has?

I get a sense that the four of us are teetering on the edge of something that could become truly deranged, and I don’t know if it scares me or thrills me.

Part of me wants deranged, if I’m being honest.

Ophelia is awake, and she’s sitting on the edge of the bed, nibbling a nail. She’s wearing a simple t-shirt. One of Mal’s black ones, I think. Underneath, she’s naked, and she’s about to put one of her long, thin, cotton dresses on.

It’s resting on a hanger by the bathroom door, so I pluck it off on my way and hand it to her.

“The restroom is free. You can go use it to get changed while we finish up out here.”

“Thanks,” she says with a smile.

“Hey,” Malachi calls to her.

She pauses and turns to him.

“No panties this time. Nothing but the dress and your naked body underneath.”

Her cheeks flush deep red, but she bites her lip and gives us a nod.

“Good girl,” he says with a growl.

I can practically see her legs shake at the praise, as if she’s about to come from it. I file that away. The bathroom door closes, and I turn to Malachi. “Showtime.”

He grins at me, and it holds a devilish edge. Roman finally finishes his cleansing smudge and gathers the objects he’s put to one side. There are two candles and two figurines, one male, to represent the Prophet, and one female to represent Ophelia. Roman decided at the last minute to add a cord cutting ritual to the menu tonight.

“You sure about this?” I nod at the candles as Roman drapes the red string around them five times.

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