Chapter Six
CHAPTER SIX
VAN
Forgive me, Father. Grant me the strength to fight this pull toward her. I have been trying to resist the urges daily, but they have only grown stronger. I'm weak and need your strength to help me fight it.
“Yo, are you coming?” I sigh and open my eyes. I look to the end of the pew to see Hud and Kye standing there, looking at me expectantly. I wait a minute for a sign or something to tell me that what we are about to do is wrong. When I don’t get a single feeling or some gush of wind, I reach up and remove my collar.
“Let’s go hunting,” I growl. Both my boys' grins mirror my own. We head to the back of the church to my office, where we all change into plain clothes. Hudson reaches into his duffle bag and hands each of us a mask. I hold it in my hands and stare down at it.
It looks like an aged, decrepit rabbit, something out of a vintage horror film. “I painted them with neon paint.” Hudson sounds so proud of himself.
“Why?” I ask as I lift my gaze from the nightmare inducing mask and look at him.
He wags his brows. “Only one of us will chase her to the woods. When we step out of the shadows and she sees the masks, it’s gonna send her over the edge and have her primed and ready for us.” Excitement runs through me. I’ve always kept a leash on my sexual cravings because I know they are depraved.
“Why are they rabbit masks?” Kye asks.
Hudson rolls his eyes. “Dude, it’s Easter next weekend, so the masks seem fitting. Plus, we all agreed she looks like a lost bunny.”
“How are we doing this?” Kye voices. Hudson opens his mouth, but I answer before he can.
“Everyone’s leaving. We wait until she finishes packing up, and then we make our move.” The idiots high five each other and laugh, making the tension in the room lift. Though, if sexual tension had a scent, it would be wafting through this room right now.
There’s a chill in the air tonight. It almost feels like a warning—a sign. I’ve debated if I should listen and pull the plug on this whole thing, but when the lights in the church flick off, I know I have seconds before she comes out the back to head to her car. Everyone has gone home. Hudson told Peyton we would come down tomorrow and clean up, so she thinks we all went home.
The instant she steps out the back door, the decision is made for me. That white sundress she wears has had me going out of my mind all night. It’s a simple halter style dress, but the swell of her tits were visible, and the urge to sink my teeth into them was compelling. Her blonde hair is loose and flows down her back. I’ve envisioned gripping the strands and wrapping them around my fist as I slam inside her from behind all night long. I’ve been sporting a hard-on since she put Annika in her place earlier. That woman has been trying to get me in her bed for longer than I care to admit. I may be a priest with wicked and unholy desires, but even I draw the line at touching her. Half the town has been inside her and have used her pussy like the local dumping station.
Peyton turns and descends the stairs. I wait until the last second before I step out of the shadows. A shrill scream of fright escapes her as she stares at me with wide eyes filled with fear.
“Get the hell away from me, or I’ll scream.” She tries to sound strong, but the tremble in her voice gives away her fear.
I alter my voice as best as I can. “Run.”
She jerks back a step. “W-what?”
I take a step forward, and she backs up. “Run. You have till the count of ten before I start chasing.” Her mouth parts in a silent gasp. She tries to head for her car, but I veer before her, cutting off her escape. Panic fills her features as she darts her gaze around. “Seven… six…” She spins around and runs toward the woods like we had planned. I smile behind the plastic rabbit mask, my cock straining against the zipper of my jeans as I give chase.
I can hear her footfalls ahead of me. I slow my pace when I spot her white dress up ahead. “Help!” she calls out. I shake my head. Stupid girl, no one will hear her out here, no houses surround the back of the church—she’s at our mercy to do with as we please. “Help!”
She comes to a stop in a small clearing, darting her gaze left and right to try and find a way out. I step into the clearing, forcing her to whirl around and face me. She takes two steps back, shaking her head.
“Here, take them!” she shouts as she tosses her car keys at my feet. A dark chuckle escapes me, causing her brows to bunch.
“Oh, it’s not your car we’re after.”
“What do you want?” she snaps, her head raised in defiance.
“You.” I couldn’t have planned the boys' timing better myself. Kye appears on her right, and his mask glows in the shadows. She starts trembling at the sight of him. When she spins to her left, ready to run, she freezes at the sight of Hudson, standing there with his mask glowing bright. She looks between the three of us before focusing her attention back on me.
“I don’t have any money,” she pleads.
Hudson and Kye both chuckle. I’m over words, so I move toward her. She retreats until she slams into a tree, and then a whimper escapes her when I crowd her space. Her bottom lip begins to tremble as I reach out and grip the back of her neck, forcing her onto her tiptoes. Her eyes dart side to side as Kye and Hudson flank me.
“Please don’t kill me,” she begs.
“The only thing we are slaughtering, is that pussy,” Hudson says in a voice that sounds nothing like him. Her eyes widen, but this time, it's not with fear. Lust lurks in the depths of those blue eyes. She tries to appear repulsed by the idea and shakes her head as much as she can with my grip on her.
“I… No—” She clamps her mouth closed when I spin her around, turning her face at the last second, her cheek pressing against the bark of the tree. When I trail my free hand down her body and grip her ass roughly, she whimpers. “P-please.”
“Please, what?” I snarl. My voice is filled with need. “Eat this pussy?” She whimpers and tries to get free, so I tighten my hold on the back of her neck.
“Who the hell are you?” she screams.
“The guys who are about to embrace the dark, depraved kinks you have always wanted to explore,” Kye growls. I nod my head for Hudson to replace my hold. I snatch the rosary beads from my pocket, grab her arms, and bind her wrists, ignoring her pleas. They are half-assed at best, anyway.
“Next time, I’m going to wrap these around my cock and then fuck you with them,” I vow. It may be dark, but I can see the flush coating her perfect creamy skin. I glide my hands down her body, not missing the shiver that runs down her spine—her mouth says no, but her body is begging for us to dominate every inch of her.
I grip the hem of her dress and pull it up. The soft glow of the moon allows enough light through the canopy of trees—our masks helping as well—to display her perfect ass. The sight of the scrap of material between her cheeks has a groan escaping the three of us. Kye grabs the bunched material and holds it as I drop to my knees behind her and massage the globes of her ass in my hands.
“If you really want this to end, tell me to stop now, or I’m going to eat this pussy before we fill every one of your holes with our cocks.” My voice is taut with tension. Need is riding me harder than ever before as the cravings I have ignored for far too long rear their heads inside me, begging to be set free.
“I… No…” I withdraw my touch. “I have my period.” Shame laces each of her words. I narrow my eyes behind my mask.
“Do you really think a little blood is going to stop me?” I snarl. A soft mewl escapes her when I grip her thong and peel it down her legs. I hand the thin scrap of lace to Hudson, who groans when he feels how soaked it is. He balls the thong up and stuffs it in her mouth. Kye chuckles. Since meeting Peyton, we have come to learn that she hates being silenced, this is a power move to show her I am the one in control. I may answer to a higher power when I’m not wearing this mask, but with it on, I call all the shots, and both my boys know that.
I force her legs apart. She tries to fight me, but it's futile. It astounds me that women get embarrassed over having a period. They need to embrace it because there is nothing more sexy than a woman on her period. I reach up and slide a finger through her folds. She leaps onto her tiptoes and struggles against her restraints. I feel the string of her tampon and slowly tug on it. Peyton tries to protest, but her gag muffles her pleas. Once I free her of it, I toss it over my shoulder and push my mask up.
Hudson takes my cue and holds her face so she can’t turn back and see me as I part her cheeks and slide my tongue inside her pussy. She cries out, and I groan at the taste of her blood coating my tongue. The second her taste overwhelms me, I lose control, eating her cunt like a rabid animal relishing in the sounds that escape her.
Forgive me, Father, for I feel no guilt over sinning and claiming this pussy.