30. Sirena
SIRENA
“T rust me, firefly.” Those were the words Asylum whispered into my ear before he pushed a fork into my pussy.
As far as objects went, I never in my wildest dreams thought I’d have Asylum fucking me with his fork, but there I was, legs spread wide, taking four tines and his tongue as I struggled to maintain my sanity.
It wasn’t just pleasure. It was also painful.
While he wasn’t necessarily rough, it did hurt. He didn’t fully shove it into me, for which I was grateful, but he did enough to make me know he could spear my guts and pull them out of my body if he so chose to.
It was his mouth on me that made me whimper and try to buck against his tongue.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he tutted. “You don’t move, firefly. Your job is to lie right here with your legs spread wide so I can eat like Dante wants me to.” He slowly pulled the fork out before gently pushing it back in.
I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste the blood.
His tongue on my clit sent a whirlwind of electricity through my body. It felt like every fiber of my being was ablaze.
Lick. Suck. Fork. Lick. Flick. Flick. Suck. Fork.
I could feel the heat rising. Before I could so much as blink, he sucked my clit into his mouth and swirled his tongue over it.
That was it. I was done.
I came so hard that I saw stars.
He ate me through it until I was nothing more than a quivering mess on the couch. And then he lazily licked my pussy, cleaning up the mess Church and I had made earlier, his fork still inside me.
When he seemed satisfied, he pressed a soft kiss to my pussy before gently removing the fork. I met his eye as he sucked it into his mouth and completely cleaned it. He gave me a wink before turning to Church.
“Did you enjoy the show?” he asked.
Church’s gaze moved to me for a split second, making my heart jump, before he looked back at Asylum.
“I did,” Church murmured. “Very much so. I think I’d like to try that with my knife someday.”
Asylum chuckled as I tensed at his words.
“The handle, right? We don’t need to be stuffing her full of sharp dinnerware.”
Church smirked at that. “Handle only.”
“Then I accept your invitation.” Asylum turned back to me and pulled my panties and leggings back into place before he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.
“I truly did enjoy that. I’m hoping for a second helping already.”
My face burned hot at his words, making his blue eyes sparkle. He helped me to sit up. I stared back at Church, my heart in my throat. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised he told Asylum to do that to me.
“So. Shadow,” Asylum said, back to focusing on Church. “If Sirena returns, does Bryce go with her?”
Church narrowed his eyes and shifted his focus to me. I wasn’t sure what he’d say. He said lots of things during passionate, emotion-driven moments, but this was a serious question. I wanted Bryce. I didn’t need more time to think about it. Of course, another part of me said it was insensitive even to feel anything right now when Sin and Cady struggled. I needed to focus on what the hell was going to happen with that whole thing.
The one thing I knew was that I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t want Sin to be the father. It was sick and twisted of me to want it to be someone else. Anyone else but my Sinful. He’d make an amazing dad, though. I knew without a doubt he would. And if the baby were his, I’d stand next to him and Cady. He’d still be mine. There would just be a smaller version of him to love.
“I’ll give him a test run,” Church finally said. “If I still can’t stand his ass, I’ll let him leave. This is for Sirena. If she agrees to return home, Bryce can come with her.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I stood and went to him. He guided me easily onto his lap and kissed me gently.
“I’m not such a monster,” he murmured just for me to hear. “Do not think of me as such. Not when it comes to you. You are my entire universe, specter. I am willing to try so that you can be happy. It’s the most important thing to me. I love you.”
I kissed him again, allowing him to steer how he wanted the kiss to go. Finally, he ended it, leaving me breathless. He thumbed my bottom lip before he looked at Asylum on the couch.
“What have you been teaching her? I’d like to help.”
Asylum brightened. “The hatchet. She’s a fucking natural. Firefly, we should show Church what you can do. Maybe he can teach you a few things, too.”
I was more than eager to do that. Not only would it help me be better at defending myself and taking out these assholes, but I’d also get to take my mind off the shit running through my mind.
“Show me,” Church said.
Eagerly, I moved off his lap and grabbed my jacket. Asylum chuckled before he went around the room and extinguished the heater and lanterns. We went outside and walked to the clearing. I held Church’s hand the entire way.
When we reached the clearing, Shadow was already waiting for us. He stood from the fallen log he was on, his hazel eyes moving from me to Church then to our joined hands. I could practically feel his worry and fears.
To quell them, I let go of Church and went to him. He dragged his focus from Church before looking down at me.
“Are you OK?” he murmured.
I nodded for him.
He smiled and fiercely kissed my forehead before he handed me my hatchet. I assumed Asylum had texted him to meet us here.
Church stood back, his arms crossed.
My nerves ate at me. Impressing him was a huge concern of mine.
“You can do this.” Asylum encouraged in my ear. “Pretend he’s not here. Pretend that tree is Sully, and he just told you that he wants to bend you over his knees again.”
I ground my teeth, my hatred for that man boiling fiercely.
“Kill him, firefly. Put that hatchet right through his fucking skull.” Asylum backed away from me.
I exhaled and focused, imagining the tree was Sully. I noticed that the monster within me had started to disrupt the quiet part of me in the past few weeks. I knew that many bad things could happen if I didn’t keep myself in check.
But then again, a lot of these assholes deserved my hatchet.
I let the hatchet soar through the air. It tumbled end over end, hitting my target. Asylum cheered for me. I didn’t look at Church. I took the hatchet from Shadow after he retrieved it and did it again. And again. And again. Never missing. Never swaying. Even when Asylum and Shadow set up different things to hit at various distances, I hit my mark.
Hands landed on my waist after I threw the hatchet for the last time.
“Look at me,” Church growled.
I turned to stare up at him, my heart in my throat.
“You’re fucking perfect.” He crushed his lips against mine in a deep, soul-penetrating kiss. He broke it off to my gasp and pressed his hunting knife to my chest. “Show me. Throw it.”
I took the knife as he backed away from me.
Swallowing, I turned to look at the tree he’d indicated. I tossed the knife in my hand for a moment to get a feel for its weight. I focused and breathed out before throwing the knife.
It flipped through the air and hit its mark.
I watched as the blade wavered in the deep groove it had cut into the tree.
Church lifted me into his arms and kissed me again, a huge smile on his face.
“Perfection,” he said. “Absolute perfection. Here. Let’s work on something else.”
He showed me how to twirl my hatchet. His knife. Asylum and Shadow joined in, teaching me odds and ends.
“Disarm me,” Church said, coming at me with a stick.
I’d been working on my dips and dives with Asylum and Shadow, so I utilized them. They’d been properly trained, so that meant I was too.
Even newer, I was a fast study.
I whirled around him, but Church was fast and didn’t pull his hits. He knocked me down four times before he was on me, pinning me into the snow on my stomach.
“Don’t ever let those fuckers get you on the ground, specter. They’ll hurt you,” he said. “If you’re on the ground, you need to be able to get back up. How will you get back up from this position?”
I tried to fight him, but he was way too strong. He was sitting on my ass with my arms pinned in front of me.
Panic rose in my chest. He was right. If I didn’t take them out before they got to me, I’d be on the ground again. Another victim.
Tears sprang to my eyes as the ugly truth set in.
“No tears,” he murmured. “That will only drive their madness. It’ll only hinder you. Here.” He moved off me and rolled into the snow onto his stomach. “Get on me and hold me down like I was holding you.”
I did as instructed, pinning his arms over his head as I sat on his ass.
“I liked the move you did by putting your hands on my hips and trying to get your leg around me when I had you on your back. That won’t work in this position, especially if your arms are pinned. So here’s what you need to do.”
In a move so blindingly fast, he flipped me with his legs, putting me on my back, his knife at my throat.
“Gotcha.” He smirked at me.
I blinked at him, making him laugh. I loved his laugh. He didn’t do it nearly enough. His eyes sparkled as he moved back onto his stomach. I got back on him, and he showed me exactly how he’d done the move, which was slower this time.
I worked on it with him for hours before I finally figured it out and knocked him off me.
Church kissed me and helped me to my feet. Asylum and Shadow were watching from a log.
“Mm, I like your style,” Asylum said, nodding. “You’re teaching her some pretty bad ass stuff. Looks like you had the same teacher Shadow and I had in the Underground.”
“Ricardo?” Church asked.
Asylum grinned. “Old Ricky himself. Yeah. Seems your old man really wanted to train us up. Guess he didn’t figure on us deciding he was a cocksucker and planning his demise.”
“Narcissim is a bitch,” Church muttered, his eyes on Shadow, who sat staring at his hands. “Bryce.”
Shadow looked at him and raised his brows.
“Let’s spar.”
“Uh,” Shadow rubbed his hands down his pants. “That seems like an easy way for you to try to kill me. I’m good. Thanks.”
“No, it’s not like that,” Church said. “I only want to see how good you really are so I can rest easier at night when Sirena is with you.”
Shadow hesitated before looking at me. Church seemed sincere, and I knew he was trying to make this work, so I gave Shadow an encouraging nod.
He stood and moved to the center of the clearing, handing me his jacket along the way.
“Grab your stick,” Church said, nodding to the stack of them we had for practicing. Shadow took a stick, and Church grabbed one too.
“This is going to be fun,” Asylum said gleefully from beside me on the log. “Who are you betting on, firefly?”
I shook my head, my heart in my throat.
I had no idea. All I knew was that I was going to pray, just in case.