Page 87 of Tainted Saints

“You good,mi tesoro?” Blaine rumbles, his voice strained as his fingers dig into my hips.

“More than good,” I gasp as he thrusts all the way in, holding there while I shake and gasp around them both. “Please, please fuck me. Show me that you’re mine.”

“We were always yours,” Blaine murmurs in a deep, gravelly voice, pulling out only to thrust back in and send me rocking on Forest.

They fuck me hard, punching into me with their dicks until I’m crying and begging for release. A hand wiggles between us, and I turn to see Lan lying naked next to us, his fingers finding my clit at the exact moment that our eyes meet.

“Come for your Saints, Duchess,” he commands, and my body follows his decree without thought, my orgasm crashing over me and spraying all over the two men buried inside me. It’s like the stars realign themselves, the world ceasing to exist outside of these four walls, outside of us and the magic that our bodies are creating.

“Fuck, baby,” Forest hisses, holding me down on his dick as he groans out his own release, Blaine fucking us both through it, his hand a vice that holds me in place as he seeks his own climax.

I can’t breathe, can’t think, only able to focus on the movement of Blaine as he thrusts inside me, stretching me and prolonging my pleasure until I almost black out. With a guttural cry, he stalls, buried deep inside me, and I swear to god I feel him coating my insides with his release, Forest groaning underneath me as Blaine triggers another orgasm from my wrung-out body.

Panting, I collapse on top of Forest, trying to be mindful of his injury but unable to hold myself up any longer. My whole body feels alight, like I have lights under my skin and every inch of me tingles. Blaine pulls out, causing a shudder to run through my already overwrought body.

“Still one more Saint to fill you up, Duchess,” Lan utters in my ear and I shiver, barely able to crack my lids and look up at him.

I gasp as he pulls me from Forest, lying me down next to him and smothering my body with his, entering me in a single, smooth motion. My body ignites, flickering with the promise of the pleasure that Lan is giving, even if I can barely move.

“Lan…” I moan, my voice husky and also desperate.

“Shhhh, Duchess. I got you,” he whispers, moving his hips in a slow and sensual rhythm that has my hands grasping his shoulders, my fevered voice begging him not to stop. “Never, angel. Not until you come again for me like the good girl I know you are.”

Lan makes love to me, building me up slowly until I burst into flames, crying out his name as tears squeeze from my eyes and I cling to him like a lifeline. He moans my name as he buries himself inside me moments later, holding me to him as if he’s scared to let go.

“I love you, Aspen Buckingham,” he purrs in my ear several moments later, kissing the side of my face.

“I love you, Landon,” I breathe out, turning my face and catching Forest’s gaze. “I love you, Forest.”

He beams back at me, his smile the kind of thing angels weep over. “I love you back, sugar. So fucking much.” Leaning over, he captures my lips, uncaring that Lan is still nestled inside my core like he never wants to leave.

Pulling back, I’m breathless but look to find chocolate-brown eyes staring at us, a warm smile on his face.

“I love you, Blaine Garcia. From that first night in jail.” I huff a laugh, realising how much has changed since that night, but not Blaine. He’s been my constant, my guiding star bringing me home.

Forest moves and Blaine leans in. “I knew you were mine from the moment you stepped into that cell, knew I needed you as much as you needed me,mi princesa linda. I love you with all my blackened heart. You make me, you make us, whole.”

Tears stream down my cheeks and he brushes them away before kissing each one, and then his lips are on mine. He kisses me like we have the rest of our lives to do just this, to be in each other's arms, and I know that I’m finally home.

ChapterThirty-Six

“Become the Beast (Predator Remix)” by Karliene

BLAINE

We clean ourselves up,Lan having showered, and he and Aspen making us all something to eat as I change Forest’s dressing and check on his stitches. At least they held up, given the vigorous exercise he just took part in.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Pup,” I tell him, my voice thick as I smooth the edge of the bandage down. The memory of him passing out, blood seeping from the wound in his chest will be added to my nightmares for years to come.

“I’m glad too, Big Daddy,” he replies, taking my trembling hand in his and placing a kiss on my knuckles. “All thanks to you, and now we have our girl back, all's right with the world.”

I glance over my shoulder at her, Lan’s arms wrapped around her from behind as she helps him chop something. He whispers in her ear and the blush that steals across her cheeks just makes her more beautiful. I love how easily we can make her colour up.

I watch them while they finish up whatever it is they are making, it smells delicious as Lan’s cooking always does. She belongs with us, perfectly fits into our space and our lives as if she was always here.

“Grubs up,” Lan declares a few minutes later, taking a pot to the table as Aspen carries large bowls and spoons over. “Grab the bread, would you, Blaine?”

I help Forest over to the table, then do as Lan asked and set the fresh loaf and butter down next to the steaming bowl.