Chapter 19 #2
“I promised that I would give you anything you needed, and that includes this. The world is changing. Belief systems aren’t as strong as they once were.
There are few superstitions that can survive Hollywood films, even fewer religious beliefs in an age of seeing is believing.
With fewer people likely to believe in the eternal soul and the world beyond the veil, what if clients looking for a sin-eater become scarce?
Maybe it’s time for you to adapt.” I brushed my fingertips across the planes of his face, tracing his features I’d been working so hard to memorize, every freckle, every pore.
“It would truly be an honor to provide for you. And then once I’m sin-free, you can help me top up all over again. ”
He thought on it but finally nodded. “Okay.”
I tried to contain my grin. “How do you want me?”
He gawked for a moment. “What, right here? In the kitchen?”
Glancing around, I didn’t see the problem. “Is there a better place to do it?”
“Literally anywhere else.” He was stalling, but I wanted him to be comfortable, so I took him by the hand and led him to the living room.
“Better?”
He nodded, sitting on the couch, and patted the cushion beside him.
I joined him, adjusting myself discreetly; he didn’t need to know how hot I found this.
“You don’t need to do anything but sit there and look pretty.
I’ll do all the work,” he teased awkwardly, trying to lighten the mood, but there was a building tension between us.
The height difference between us, even sitting, made the positioning a bit awkward. “Should I lie down?” I asked as he fidgeted beside me, trying to get a good angle.
“No, no. I think I can make this work…” And then he crawled into my lap, straddling me. Well, no hiding my hard-on now. “There. Much better,” he said, wiggling against me in a borderline obscene way. I was 100% certain this wasn’t anything like how his purges usually went.
I thought of all the so-called sins I was guilty of recently. Wrath, certainly. And when it came to Uly alone, I’d never known such greed or gluttony. And ohhh, how I’d lusted for him. “Forgive me, for I have sinned…” I drawled, my voice deepening as he placed his open mouth over mine.
Nothing happened right away. I held my breath, expecting pain maybe, some noise or lights?
But then he set his palm flat over my chest, and something unlocked inside me.
It felt like a knot untying, the slither of rope or ribbon, and then Uly began to pull.
It was as simple as breathing, his inhale to match my exhale, and a blue-gray-tinted vapor seemed to billow up from between my lips, and for the first time, I could taste what he’d explained to me.
Chocolate and strawberries, champagne and roses, the familiar warm burn of whiskey on my tongue.
It didn’t hurt. In fact, it was actually quite pleasant.
It was… an unburdening, like he was lifting a weight off my body that I had unknowingly been carrying around for centuries.
A bubbly light sensation began in my chest, spiraling outward, and as Uly took my sins into his lungs, his eyes drifted shut, almost in bliss.
I wasn’t sure how much time passed, but slowly, something began to shift between us.
He moaned, raw and desperate. His knees clamped down on my hips, his hand that had been on my chest sliding up to hold my jaw in place, possessive and controlling in a way that was so unlike the mate I was still getting to know—and it was so incredibly hot to see him take ownership of me.
And I knew I was his, irrevocably, now and forever.
Even as the vapor tapered off, the purge complete, Uly was still far from done with me.
He rose up on his knees, his tongue plunging through my mouth as his fingers tangled in my hair.
His cock was hard against my stomach. “Gods, I could taste your lust for me,” he panted against my lips. “Your sins are delicious.”
With one of his hungers satisfied, it was time to sate the rest of him.
I flipped us around so he was sitting on the couch, and then I dropped to my knees on the floor between his spread legs, ready to worship him properly like he deserved.
“What are you—” he began to ask, though it became clear when I undid his pants and reached inside.
“Oh, fuck.” He gasped as I sheathed him straight into my mouth.
He was halfway there already, so all it took were a few long sucks, hollowing my cheeks.
His hips lifted off the couch, thrusting into my mouth as he came down my throat, warm and salty.
I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he came apart.
Watching his face as he came was the truest form of bliss.
My fated mate, the father of my child. My future.
Once I swallowed all he had to give me, I licked his softening dick clean then tucked him carefully back into his pants. He looked positively wrecked, in the best possible way.
He blinked down at me, trying to process everything that had just happened. It was a lot. “So… about that pregnancy test.”
I laughed, standing from the floor and heading to grab my keys. “I’ll be back in 15 minutes.” And then, we could start to plan our future for real.