Chapter 26 Daylan
“You are still a devil,” I gasp, sinking onto Lazarus’ cock.
“You like it wicked,” he murmurs in response.
Weeks have passed since Father fell in the storms, the zombies taking his body and turning it to nothing but pieces of flesh and bone.
Repairing Bright Haven is proving to be a tough task, for distrust is everywhere.
They are wary of Lazarus, and rightfully so, for he is still the Devil that plagued them all and forced them to live in fear.
They don’t know him as I do, but they will.
He is teaching them about astrology and the truth of the symbol he used against them, but it is a slow progression for some of the community members who view his book as devilry and witchcraft.
They are curious though, about the sinner who was lost and the man who was returned.
The only saving grace that I hold on to most days is that I was once beloved by the people who live here and through my actions, I am proving myself worthy of their trust day by day.
Not at this moment, though.
This moment is just for us.
I lift my ass up, feeling every inch of Lazarus inside of me, then sink back down onto him as he fills me entirely.
He groans, gripping my hips tight and leaning against the headboard as I ride him, my cock slapping on his belly.
I brace my hands on either side of his head, leaning down to capture his lips with mine and slipping my tongue into his mouth to play with his.
He moans into the kiss and moves his hand to grip my dick, stroking it in time with my movements on him.
“Fucking hell,” he mumbles, gasping as I break the kiss and lean back to writhe on his cock.
“Tell me,” I pant, needing to hear his wicked words.
“Tell you how you look sinful riding my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck yourself on me,” he murmurs, stroking my shaft at a furious pace. “Give me your sin, little Lamb. Spill your cum onto me and mark me yours.”
“Mine,” I gasp, slamming down onto his dick as my balls tense.
I am close, but not as close as he is. I can feel him tensing as I ride him, his hand gripping me tighter the closer he comes to release.
He lets go of my cock and grips my hips tight, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure takes him. “Fill me, my devil.”
Lazarus lets out a short groan, his mouth falling open as he shoots deep inside me.
I press down on him, letting his seed spurt into my body as he thrusts his hips upwards in short, quick movements.
When he is finished, I slip off of him, then turn around to straddle his torso.
He leans forward and bites my ass cheek, then dips his fingers into my loosened hole as I shiver with anticipation.
Lazarus’ fingers dip into my ass as his other hand moves to grip my cock again, stroking in time with his thrusts into me.
I tremble as he stops moving his hand on my dick, only to start again with renewed wetness.
It is his cum, I know, slicking his hand as he grips me, mingling us together on my skin.
“Close,” I murmur as he continues fingering my hole, stroking my cock. He leans forward again and sinks his teeth into my ass cheek once more, and that is what tips me over the edge. I writhe with pleasure, moaning low as I release onto his chest and stomach.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
Lazarus removes his fingers from my ass and slaps it hard, making me jump. “Cursing is a sin.”
“Asshole,” I whisper with a grin, receiving another tap to my ass for it.
Spent and exhausted, I crawl off of him and land on the bed beside his body, stretching my arms over my head. Lazarus wipes his chest with his hand and rolls onto his side, taking a finger and tracing patterns into my skin with my own spend.
Crab.
Ram.
Cancer.
Aries.
Over and over again until I grumble. “Sticky.”
“Filthy,” he agrees. “Just how I like you.”
I laugh softly, lifting my head to look out the window. “What time do you suppose it is? Dinner yet?”
Henry and his sister, Autumn, have requested breakfast for supper, and being that I am their beloved leader who loves pancakes, I could not say no to them.
Even Arn, who it turns out absolutely hates honey syrup, is joining us this evening for our dinner.
He has taken over the room next door that used to be mine, but I do not know how long he will stay at Bright Haven.
Ekksha calls to him, and should he wish to leave, he can.
I don’t force anyone to stay here, and though the gates remain locked and the fences in place to protect us, all who call Bright Haven home are free to explore this world we live in.
I only hope that when Arn goes, he knows he is always welcome to come back to visit.
“We have time,” Lazarus says. “I don’t hear anybody in the hall yet.”
“Okay.” I lay back on the mattress with a yawn, even though I should get ready to leave this room. “I need to clean myself.”
Lazarus grins, rolling on top of me and bracketing my head with his arms. “Or, hear me out, we go again and this time you let me fuck you against the wall until you scream your pleasure so loud that Arn can hear it.”
“Wicked,” I whisper, laughing under my breath.
“You love it of me.”
“I love you,” I correct. “No question.”
“I love you too, my most blessed Lambchop.”