Chapter 13
thirteen
The Merciless
“Are you sure about this?” Heath asks, sliding a palm over my trembling belly. We’ve been kissing for hours. That’s how long it feels, anyway. After a few minutes of lying on the bed with Saint, Angel joined us.
“I tried to give you time for your reunion, but I can’t resist any longer,” he said, and I threw my arms around him and kissed him too.
After a few minutes, he asked if Heath could join, and I nodded eagerly.
Now we’re all on the bed, a tangle of mouths and hands and limbs.
I can’t get enough. I can’t get enough of any of them.
It feels like waking up from a bad dream, a dream of drowning.
Realizing the nightmare is over, I’m gulping in great lungfuls of air, tugging at their clothes, kissing and biting and grinding between them.
“Yes, yes,” I say through panting breaths, pushing against Heath’s hand.
“You’re not… I don’t know… Traumatized?” he asks.
“No,” I say. “Do it. Please, Heath. Please. I need you to.”
“Mm, you know I love to hear you beg,” he murmurs, nuzzling my ear and pushing his hips against mine.
While he slides his hand down the front of my shorts, I wrap my arm around my brother’s neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss.
I feel no shame, only relief and desire and joy.
They found me. They didn’t give up. They didn’t let anything stop them.
And now they’re here, in my bed, and Saint is kissing me back, his tongue driving roughly into my mouth, in front of our friends, and a priest, and God. Nothing is between us anymore.
Heath groans when he feels the freshly shaven skin between my legs.
He spreads my lips and slides a finger down my drenched slit, grinding his hips against my ass while he teases my entrance.
I whimper and squirm, needing him to put it in.
I try to pull away to tell him, but Saint grabs my throat, keeping me from breaking our kiss.
Angel kneels up, hooks a finger under my shorts and pulls them aside to watch Heath’s finger.
Heath spreads me open, bearing my glistening flesh to Angel and Father Salvatore, who stands near the door, still holding the phone in one hand.
He’s not looking at the screen, though. He’s watching me, a feral hunger in his dark eyes that makes my core throb and slickness drench Heath’s finger.
He groans and sinks it deep inside me in one slow push.
I moan into Saint’s mouth, my hips bucking.
“Fuck,” Angel groans. He scoots to the foot of the bed, grabs my athletic shorts, and strips then off in one motion.
Then he dives between my thighs, latching onto my clit and sucking so hard I see stars.
My hips buck wildly, and Heath drags his soaked finger out, then pushes it deep into my tight, puckered hole, leaving my pussy open for Angel.
Angel’s tongue plunges into me, curling, dragging out before thrusting back in.
I buck against him, my ass flexing around Heath’s finger.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” Angel moans, lapping and slurping at my folds, sucking up my juices.
I finally tear my mouth free of Saint’s, and he latches onto my throat, sucking my skin so hard it burns. I moan in pleasure, writhing between them.
“Father,” I gasp out. “Join us.”
I think he’ll refuse, but after a pause, he approaches the bed. His gaze rakes down my flushed body, settling between my thighs, where Angel has settled on my clit, suckling with gentle strokes that make my hips spasm and jerk.
“Put your fingers in her cunt,” he says. “Heath, you can add another in her ass. She can take two.”
Heath groans and obeys, working a second finger in, pumping them in and out while Angel pushes two fingers deep into me.
I gasp in pleasure and pain, my chest heaving with my ragged breaths.
Saint drags down the top of my bra and latches onto my nipple.
He sucks hard, and I cry out. He bares my other breast for the priest to admire, kneading my flesh and tugging at my peaked nipple.
The sight of the father standing over us, ordering this most delicious of sins, pushes me over the edge.
My lips fall open in silent ecstasy as my hips buck, and a deep pain builds in my groin.
“Wait,” I cry, not sure what’s happening for a second.
Instead of stopping, Angel pumps his fingers harder, driving them deep while he drags his tongue up through my slip, over my clit, then drags his teeth down over it.
The pressure that was building inside me erupts, and my thighs quake with helpless spasms as blackness swims over my vision and liquid spurts out of me, sprinkling down over my bare skin, the boys, and the bed.
My toes curl, and my back bows, and my core clenches and clenches as my entire body shakes violently between them.
I’m only halfway aware of Father Salvatore swiping his thumb through the liquid. He swipes it over Saint’s forehead.
“The blessing of her body upon you,” he murmurs, then repeats the gesture to Heath.
Angel finally relents, ducking from between my thighs while the father blesses him.
“You may drink from her sacred waters,” he says, and the next second, I’m alone on the bed. And then they’re rolling me over, and both Heath and Saint are between my legs. Their tongues torment me in tandem, and I’m so sore and tender I whimper and then cry out, my hands fisting the sheets.
“You can take it,” Father assures me gently, sitting on the bed and stroking my hair back from my sweaty, damp brow. “Would you like them to have pleasure as well?”
“Yes,” I gasp out, arching as one of them latches onto my clit while the other pushes his tongue inside me.
“You may give each other pleasure as well,” the priest says.
Saint sits back from where he was thrusting his tongue into me. “Now?” he asks, blinking up at Father Salvatore.
“Yes, my child,” Father says. “Use her body’s offering to aid you.”
Heath sits back, pushing his fingers inside my drenched opening. He curls his fingers, and my back arches as a whimper escapes me. “Unzip.”
For a second, I don’t know who spoke, but for once, I don’t care.
I’m too deep in pleasure. I’m only vaguely aware of Saint undoing his pants, and then Heath’s hand goes from me to Saint.
He strokes my wetness along his length, then begins to pump his fist up and down my brother while he leans back in, licking at my bare flesh.
He licks his lips, then goes in deeper, roughly punching his tongue into me, growling and nipping at my skin.
Pleasure ripples through me, and I moan, my trembling thighs falling open and my hips rising to meet his mouth.
Saint watches me, like he’s waiting for me to say something.
I’m too lost in the pleasure of Heath’s tongue to even respond.
And it seems only natural, right, that we’re all together like this.
Like we’ve always been. They don’t just love me.
We all love each other. So I barely notice when Saint undoes Heath’s pants next, drawing out his hard cock, the piercing gleaming in the tip.
He holds my gaze while he leans down, his tongue joining Heath’s and dragging it up my slit, swirling around my clit together.
A shudder of pure bliss wracks my body, and I whimper, overwhelmed by the sensation of their tongues stroking me while they stroke each other with their hands.
“Angel,” Father Salvatore says. “You can take pleasure too, not just give it.”
“I don’t know,” Angel says. “I’m pretty good at giving.”
“Take her mouth,” Father says. “She wants you to.”
“Do you, little mama?” Angel asks.
I nod eagerly, reaching for him. “Yes,” I say. “I want to make you feel as good as you did me.”
When he unzips, dragging his thick, pierced length free, I wrap my fingers around his warm, rigid girth and bring it to my mouth.
He pushes inside, stretching my lips to get in.
I open my jaw wide, and he pushes deep. I gag, and he sucks in a sharp, audible breath.
I think he’ll pull back, and I don’t want that, so I lift my head and slam my mouth down on him again.
My throat constricts as I gag, but I tighten my suction, undulating my tongue along the piercings that run along the underside of his length.
Angel lets out a helpless whimper as I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard and deep.
“Fuck it,” Saint growls, and he slides up the bed and slams himself to the hilt inside me. My eyes blur with tears, but Father Salvatore strokes my cheek.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’re taking them so well. Keep going.”
Obediently, I continue sucking while Saint draws back and thrusts deep again.
He lets out a groan of such torment that I know he hasn’t accepted our love the way I have.
I reach for him, stroking his cheek, then burying my fingers in his hair.
I draw him down, and he plants his elbows on the bed for leverage and slams into me with punishing force.
The wet slap of our bodies joining fills the room as his hips move faster and faster.
“We’re going to take turns with you all night like the slut you are,” my brother grunts, elbows braced on the bed as he ruts into me in short, rough strokes. “We’re going to fuck your raw cunt one after another, fill you with so much cum you can’t hold it all.”
I moan and nod my head in agreement, anticipating the heaven he describes, my mouth still filled with Angel’s cock. I open my knees and rock my hips up to meet Saint’s to show him my willingness.
“Slut,” he grunts, pounding me even harder.
“Let me in,” Heath says, crowding Angel aside and grabbing my hair. He shoves rudely into my mouth, his piercing hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. He groans, dropping his head back. “I love it when you make that sound. Do it again.”