Page 90 of Tainted Saints
His gaze softens and he comes towards me, crouching down until he can take my hand in his.
“You can leave at any moment, Duchess. One of us will take you if it becomes too much,” he soothes, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my knuckles. “But the Ambassador will die tonight, by our hands.”
I take a shaky inhale, squeezing his hand and nodding, making my choice. “I want to be there. I’ll be okay.”
“That’s my girl.” He smiles, pressing a kiss to my lips before getting up and heading over to the kitchen. “Now, let’s have a nice meal together.”
I take a deep breath, wondering when this became my new reality, when I became okay with the idea of killing a man. I guess we are all a product of our upbringing, and mine was designed to shut me away and make me detached from people. Only it backfired, because I’ve found the love I always craved, and the only one who I feel nothing for is the man who doled out my punishment.
We’re sitting down to eat when I place my fork down and look up at each of them.
“So, I know we haven’t really discussed my contribution to the household,” I start, holding up a hand to quiet the protests that I can see on each of their lips. “But, my grandmother left me quite an inheritance that I’ll come into when I’m eighteen in a week or so. It’s enough that I can help pay my way or if we want a bigger place one day…” My cheeks flush and I catch Blaine’s smirk, my blush deepening when I remember our conversation in the gym back at the Ambassador’s residence.
“We’re fine where we are,” Lan states, his tone brokering no arguments. “And we can take care of you, Duchess. It might not be what you’re used to, but it’s always been enough for us.” I wince at the hurt in his voice, the way he won’t look at me. Opening my mouth, I start to try and tell him that’s not what I meant, but Blaine beats me to it.
“She means when she starts having our babies,” he says, a possessive growl to his voice, and I swear I’m the colour of a tomato as my eyes widen and my mouth hangs open.
Lan freezes, turning to look at me, his eyes intense and so dark that they really do look like the night sky.
“You want to have a child with us?” he asks, his voice so deep that chills race across my skin and my core heats.
“I mean, maybe not right now, but, like, in the future, I—” I stumble over my words, my face growing hotter, and I see out of the corner of my eyes Blaine breaking out into a full-on grin, Forest’s chuckle sounding around us.
Lan places his fork down next to his plate in careful movements, then he gets up, looming over me. His fingers grip my chin, tilting my face up until I’m drowning in his eyes.
“Do you want us to fill you so full of our cum that your belly grows big with a child, Duchess? Yes or no?” He’s so still, his eyes never leaving mine, dragging the answer past my lips.
“Yes.” Heat sears my insides at my confession, but it’s nothing to the feral growl that rumbles from his chest as he bends down and scoops me out of the chair.
My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his neck as he strides from the room.
“Lan! I've got a coil for fuck’s sake! I can’t get pregnant, and I’m not even eighteen yet,” I rush out, squeaking when he throws me down on the bed, covering my body with his, his solid length pressing into my core. Blaine’s T-shirt rides up my body—I’ve been wearing their clothes for the past week, even though Aoife bought me some clothes—and only the thin cotton of my knickers covers my rapidly dampening core.
“I can deal with that, Duchess,” he growls, silencing me with a kiss that is full of possession. It’s a claiming, pillaging my mouth and leaving me breathless and desperate. “Gonna fill you so full,” he murmurs against my lips, tearing the fabric of my underwear and then shoving inside me in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck, Lan,” I moan, my legs wrapping around his hips, pulling him deeper as he thrusts into me over and over again.
“Shit, Duchess, fuck, you always feel so fucking good,” he rasps into my ear, fucking me harder, my nails digging into his shoulders as electricity races up and down my body.
My core tightens at his praise, the piercing at the end of his dick dragging along my inner walls in a way that leaves me trembling in his arms, my orgasm cresting and dragging me under. Sparks fly behind my closed lids, my body going rigid as Lan fucks me through it, seeking his own release which he finds moments later, buried deep inside my heat.
We lie there, still mostly dressed but panting, holding each other as bliss coats our skin. His lips press kisses over my face and neck.
“One day, when all this is over, I will fill you with a child, Duchess,” he tells me in a husky whisper, his dick twitching inside me.
“What if I’m no good as a mother?” I whisper, biting my lower lip as I voice the worry that I’ve always had. “I didn’t exactly have a good role model.”
He leans back, staring deep into my eyes. “You will be a wonderful mother for that very reason, beautiful. You love us, despite all of our flaws, and I know that your heart is big enough for many.”
He kisses me so sweetly that tears spring underneath my closed lids, and I bask in the glow he gives me, trying to take his words to heart and letting them soothe away my concerns.
I need to sort out my issues first, my past trauma will not stay buried forever, and although I’ve not felt the urge to steal for a long while, I know that it’s something I might have to deal with for the rest of my life. Mental health struggles are like that, they don’t just disappear, but now that I have the support of these hard men. I know that I can face anything as long as they’re by my side.
ChapterThirty-Seven
“Vigilante Shit” by Taylor Swift
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