Page 86 of Tainted Saints
“T–they told me you were dead, and I didn’t—I couldn’t—” My words end in a whimper, and I bury my face in his neck as I just let go. The pain and misery of thinking that they no longer walked the earth washes over me, mixing with the sheer relief and discovering they are alive and breathing.
“It’s okay, Duchess,” Lan breathes in my ear, his body pressed against mine from behind, Blaine’s large palm stroking up and down my arm as Forest holds me tightly. “We will never leave you, Saint’s promise.”
I chuckle, although it’s a watery-sounding laugh. “Saint’s promise?”
“Yep.” Forest grins when I look up at him. “It’s more sacred than a pinky promise.” His eyes sparkle, even if there is an edge of pain.
“You should be resting in bed,” I say, letting him once again wipe the tears from my cheeks.
“I’ll go to bed if you join me,” he counters, and a spark of heat flares in my core, but I tamp that shit down.
“Only to sleep, you’re injured,” I tell him in a stern voice.
“Sure, sugar,” he says, but the smile playing around his lips makes his words a barefaced lie.
Still, Lan helps me off Forest’s lap, and Blaine helps him off the couch, then we all head in the direction of the bedrooms. Lan takes us to his, and I smile when I see the beds still pushed together. I like the idea that they’ve been sleeping together, even if I’m not here.
Blaine takes Forest around to the side, and I watch as he undoes Forest’s belt, popping each button slowly in a tease that has my breath speeding up when Blaine pushes Forest’s jeans down his hips, exposing the hard length of the other man’s dick.
“Will you let us celebrate the fact that we’re all alive and together?” Lan whispers in my ear, his fingers tracing the line of small pearl buttons that fasten the back of my dress.
“Yes,” I breathe out, unable to deny his request even if I worry that it might be too much for Forest.
My breath catches when Blaine sinks to his knees, taking Forest’s cock in his hand and guiding it to his lips. He licks the head, Forest groaning deep and low when Blaine swallows him down whole, Forest’s hand grabbing a fistful of Blaine’s thick hair.
“Fuck, Big Daddy,” Forest moans, and my dress pools at my feet, my attention so taken up with the erotic scene before me that I’d missed Lan undoing all my buttons.
“I hope you weren’t wearing that for him, Duchess,” Lan growls, running a finger down my ivory lace corset. I wasn’t even really aware of what was being put on me this morning, too lost to grief and my chest tightens with the reminder. “No matter, you’re ours now and we get to reap the rewards.”
My lips part as he runs his tongue up my neck, placing small, teasing kisses on my skin that have me lifting my chin and arching into him, closing my eyes just so I can feel him better.
“Fuck, Little Lady, you look exquisite,” Forest breathes, and I open my lids to gaze at him with hooded eyes, an expression of pure desire on his beautiful face. My arms come up and I pull Lan closer, eliminating any space between us and he rumbles his approval, sucking my neck harder, marking me as his.
“Forest, lie down on the bed so our girl can ride you,” Lan orders in a low voice, and I watch as Blaine pops off Forest’s dick, helping him to do as Lan commanded. “You’re going to show him exactly why he fought to stay with us, aren’t you, angel?”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper, slipping out of my heels, but pausing when Lan grabs my arm.
“One moment, Duchess.” He lets go and then takes out a flip knife from his pocket, my heartbeat crashing in my ears as he flips it open. “Don’t move.”
I stand still as he slides it underneath the side of my lace knickers, quickly slicing the fabric and repeating the same on the other side. They fall to the floor, leaving me in just my lace corset, suspenders, and stockings, and the look he gives me is borderline animalistic, especially as he’s still covered in his friend’s blood. The sight only has my core clenching, heat lighting up my body.
“Good girl, now go and ride my boy,” Lan orders, and I switch focus to the bed where Forest waits, naked with Blaine’s hand around his dick, leisurely pumping it up and down.
“God, you’re a fucking vision, sugar,” Forest rasps as I crawl over him. Lowering my lips, I kiss him like it’s the first time, like I could lose him at any moment and this is how I want to remember us. He grabs the back of my head and pulls me tighter to him, uncaring of the wound in his shoulder as he fuses our lips together and kisses me back just as fiercely.
I feel him nudge my entrance, and without taking my lips from his I sink down, gasping into his mouth as he fills me up.
“Fuck, Forest,” I moan when he’s fully seated inside me, my fingers clawing the bed either side of him. “Don’t ever almost die again. You are not allowed to leave me.” I move my hips and he groans this deep low sound that has wetness flooding between us.
“Saint’s promise, beautiful,” he murmurs, his good hand coming up and grasping my hip, helping to guide my movements.
We get lost in each other for a little while, my skin growing slick as he builds me up towards an orgasm that I know will destroy me in the best way possible.
“Think you can handle two of us in that pretty pink pussy,mi amorsita?” Blaine asks in my ear, and I moan a yes as my walls flutter around Forest at the idea of having them both inside me.
“Fuck, she wants you, Big Daddy,” Forest gasps, helping to pull me closer to give Blaine the room he needs behind us. “You’re such a good fucking girl for us, angel.”
His lips crash onto mine, swallowing my gasp as Blaine pushes alongside Forest. The stretch is almost too much, my body trembling, the rough lace of my corset rubbing my nipples and adding to the overstimulation as I press against Forest.