Page 85 of Martyr
“Words,” he admonishes.
Same old Saint.
My pussy clenches.It is the same old Saint. Resurrected.
“It’s been a few weeks…”
He tsks. “No one’s been touching you?”
“Been a little busy,” I grit out. “You’ve been sharing a room with Reese?—”
“Hmm. You can share it with us.”
Oh, fuck.
That edge? He catapults me off it. I come with his fingers inside me and his thumb on my clit. I arch my back, my vision going white. Pleasure radiates through me. I barely notice his withdrawal, but when his cock inches into me, I gasp. My orgasm seems to be rolling on, his attention on my clit never wavering. Even as he lowers me onto him.
It’s sensation overload.
He grips the back of my neck with one hand, guiding my movement. Up, down. The friction, the stretch—it’s too much. His lips brush my throat. Then his teeth.
I take over the motion, rolling my hips and finding the sweet spot. My legs tremble every time he hits it, but I can’t stop. I chase the feeling, my eyes shut tight.
Am I dreaming?
Maybe Gabriel hitmyhead. I’m the one lying on a table unconscious right now, having sex dreams about Saint Hart.
“Look at me,” Saint growls.
I force myself to open my eyes and focus on him. It’s then that I come. It sneaks up on me, but his grip on my neck tightens. It’s a silent reminder not to close him out—close my eyes—again. And I don’t.
I let myself feel everything I can for this man before fate decides to steal it away again.
37KADE
Reese,Jace, Apollo, and I are almost back to the VIP room when the sounds of sex stop us. Reese looks from Jace to Apollo, his eyes crinkling with his smile.
“Maybe you guys should get back to your house. Check on Kora and Wolfe,” he suggests. “Clear out for a few hours…”
Jace huffs, seemingly caught between amused and disgusted. Apollo, though, is firmly in thedisgustedcamp. He grabs Jace and hauls him back the way we came.
I snicker at their hasty exit, then focus on Reese.
“What?” I question.
“I’m just…” Reese sighs. “I don’t know what to think about you.”
I sober. “That’s understandable.”
“Do we trust you? After everything?—”
“Yes,” I say simply. “I regret the decisions I made that led us to here. And I will spend however long it takes apologizing for them.”
The truth of the matter is, I thought Ouranos was right. In the beginning anyway. He was a means to an end when I first arrived, and then I got sucked in and lost my moral compass.Clearly, I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face: that his takeover of Sterling Falls would result in a lot of deaths.
I believed him when he said it would be peaceful and that the things he was setting into motion were for a gentle takeover.
Then he set a rabid dog—Gabriel—loose.
