Page 117 of Desecrated Saints

“Why aren’t Kade and Lucia back yet?”

“It’s only been a few hours,” Phoenix reasons. “We can’t all be there. Taking it in shifts was the right call. Kade will get her through it.”

“It should be me supporting her.”

“You… h-hurt enough,” I stutter out.

“I’m fine! Jesus Christ.”

Phoenix’s hand eases under my shirt, stroking the skin of my stomach in a teasing caress. “Do we believe that crock of shit, Eli?”

I shake my head.

Brooklyn groans. “Stop psychoanalysing me. I get that enough with the others.”

With Phoenix’s skin on mine, I tilt her face towards me. She accepts my palm on her cheek without thinking, her dark eyelashes hiding the anguish I know I’ll find in her eyes. When our lips meet, I coax the truth from her soul with each stroke of my tongue.

I can taste her anxiety and fear, sense the visceral terror eating away at her. Recanting all she’s been through to us was scary enough—laying it bare for a huge, national investigation, and basically the whole fucking world to hear, is a whole other story.

“You call that a kiss?” Phoenix teases, his fingers tugging at my waistband. “I can’t get over there to do it myself. Show her a real kiss, Elijah.”

Ignoring his taunts, I let my tongue tangle with Brooklyn’s. She’s relaxing into the kiss with each hot, heady second, surrendering to the claim we hold on her soul. When I bite down, seeking the slick tang of her blood, she presses her body into me with a mewl.

“Still fine, firecracker?”

“Fuck you, Nix,” she growls between kisses.

“Not from there, you can’t. Shall we take this into the bedroom?”

“You think I care if someone sees us?”

Brooklyn’s challenge is full of sexy confidence, making my cock jolt in my boxers. She’s become bolder recently, no longer afraid of taking what she wants. We’ve come too close to death for caution. I woke up to her lips wrapped around my cock the other night, her pussy wet and begging for my touch.

Taking control of the situation, Brooklyn climbs over me to sit in Phoenix’s lap. I shift my leg, allowing me to sit up and watch their performance. Their lips meet in a sizzling collision, with his unbandaged hand wrapping around her slender throat.

She grinds against him while fighting for dominance, his grip appearing to steadily increase. Watching their two opposing forces face off, I dip my hand into my sweats to stroke my length. Blood drips down Brooklyn’s chin as Phoenix attacks the nip I inflicted, but he licks it aside with enthusiasm.

“I wonder what your blood would taste like on Eli’s cock,” Phoenix muses, sending electric bolts down my spine.

She doesn’t miss a beat. “Want to play a game with us, Nix?”

“Depends what the prize is.”

Brooklyn grabs a coin from the coffee table. “Heads or tails. My pick or yours. Eli gets to play our willing victim.”

Fuck, I’m going to come just listening to her dirty mouth.

“The prize?” Phoenix prompts.

“You still want me to be your little slut, Nix? I’ll do that and more. Whatever you want. I know you like us submissive.”

Looking triumphant, he nods. “Deal.”

Brooklyn throws me a heated look before tossing the coin in the air. It lands against the back of her hand, the answer hidden from sight.

“Heads and I get to taste your blood on his cock,” she announces.

“Well, then tails and I watch you ride Eli’s face.”

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