The Fallen (Annual Game Night: Sector Five Alphas #3)

Chapter 18

Emily

I look up at my unholy priest, my mind buzzing as the musk of his seed paints my lips and coats my tongue. How can it be his turn when I have nothing like the apparatus flagging before me? So much I still don’t understand, but I’m so grateful for such a tutor.

As I rise from the floor, he wraps his hands around my waist and eases me onto the bed so my legs dangle down. Just like last time. Does he mean to punish me as he did just days before? Arousal gathers at my entrance at that thought. Somehow, the rougher he is, the far better I seem to enjoy it.

Once he has me where he wants me, he slides the hem of my habit up, exposing my wet pussy to his gaze. “Beautiful,” he whispers into the air, as fervent as any prayer.

This time, it’s his turn to get down onto his knees. His hot breath fans my delicate skin, drawing a soft moan from my lips. Everything is so sensitive, so needy, so... so much. It’s overwhelming.

The moment his fingers skim my clit, I bow up, desperation clenching my insides. “What is it they teach you Sisters? Patience is a virtue?” He drops his fingertips onto my clit with a light smack.

It’s not as hard as when he’s punished me, but it makes me burn from the inside out until I’m sure I’m about to melt onto the bed. Soon, something else touches me. It’s hot and wet, wriggling about my clit, drawing the most exquisite sensations from my body.

As his fingers tease my entrance, my brain finally clicks into place. It’s his tongue. It has to be. That’s what he meant by it being his turn. From between my thighs, he feasts upon me, devouring me as if I were his last meal.

I can’t see him under the habit, but somehow, that makes me feel him even more. He prods my entrance with his fingers, easing them in and out. Still, it’s not enough. It’s not deep enough, not rough enough. But what I need, I have no words for, no experience with.

Exasperated moans rip from my throat as I toss about on the bed, somehow both over and underwhelmed at the same time. When he finally looks up from between my thighs, his lips glisten with the unholy nectar from my body.

“Tell me, omega. What do you need?”

“You,” I cry out. “All of you. I- I ache. I crave-.”

“I hear you, sweetling. Take off your habit and lie naked on the bed.”

My body quakes as I move to obey his order. Even with everything he’s already done to me, it feels so odd to be undressing in front of him. He watches my every move, studying my body as I unveil it. From under his cassock, he stirs again, tenting the fabric.

“The things you do to me,” he growls, reaching underneath to palm himself. “Soon, my cock will take your virginity. This priest will lie down with his lamb.”

With a deadly smirk, he unbuttons his cassock. He takes his time, teasing me, taunting me, torturing as he makes me wait.

I have never seen a man naked before, and I can’t wait to see all of him. Finally, he undoes the last one and slips the fabric from his shoulders. Air stills in my lungs as I stare at him in all his glory.

Even now, his anatomy swells, growing again as he watches me looking at him. Saliva pools in my mouth as I visually devour him, committing every bit to memory. He’s truly magnificent.

With a quick twist of his lips, he carries the cassock over to a chair and sets it down. In the soft light, his back stands out in stark relief. The gasp flitting from my lips sounds thunderous to my ears as I race to his side.

Before he can stop me, I run my fingers over the ragged skin. He looks so broken, so abused. But who would do such a thing? Scars, old and new, cover his shoulders in angry slashes. It brings tears to my eyes.

“Careful,” he breathes. “The more you touch me, the more I find my ability to hold back lessening.”

“Who did this to you?”

“You did.” His words hang in the air as I yank myself back.

“But I never touched you.”

“Not with your hands, my darling little lamb. But with your very presence. Your body tempted me beyond what I could handle. The penance I gave myself was far harsher than the one I gave to you.”

Tears spark in my eyes, burning as I run my lips over the puckered skin. Nikolai stiffens underneath me, his scent changing with every swipe of my tongue against his ravaged flesh. Like the woman at Jesus’s feet, I let my tears wash away the agony.

“On the bed, Emily. Go before I drag you down to the floor and fuck you there.”

As tempting as that idea is, I walk away and give us both some space. With each step, I can breathe just a bit better. Though I will never forgive myself for the agony I caused him, I can at least use my body to atone.

Arousal drips from my pussy as I lie there, spread out for him to do as he wishes, a virginal sacrifice for his need. A flush heats me from head to toe as he slides in between my parted thighs. With a groan, he leans over me, his eyes darkening as he stares down at me in wonder.

Everything coils within me like a snake doubling on itself. I need him to touch me, to drive the ache away, but he simply stares. Patience. I suppose that’s what he’s teaching me. That or he’s dragging this out to make me hurt as much as he did.

Bending low, he drags the tip of his tongue around my nipple, making it harden. A loud, low groan vibrates through my chest as I slide my fingers through his hair, holding him against my skin as he suckles as if he were a babe. With each flick of his tongue, I lose myself to the lust he builds in me until I worry I cannot take any more.

He pulls away and goes to the other one, tormenting me with his mouth. After several agonizing minutes, he pulls away. His eyes are darker now, nearly pitch black, with just a hint of blue around his pupils. “Last chance,” he rasps, his voice sounding far away, as if speaking through water.

“Take me, my master. Make me yours.”

I barely get the words out when he slides into me, filling me up in one long stroke. The scream that hovers in my throat quickly cuts off as he seals his lips over mine, drawing the torturous sounds into him. It’s not that it hurts all that much. The shock is what makes my sanity fracture and split.

He lies there on top of me, breathing into me as he clutches me tight. With each thud of his heart against my chest, my body loosens, relaxing into him until we’re melded into one. Then, and only then, does he start to move.

His hips rock into me, drawing sizzles of pleasure from my overwrought nerves. Lights spark behind my eyelids as I soak everything up, memorizing every move, every twitch, every breath as he slowly takes me, owning me with every stroke.

There is only one first, and I want to savor it.

His deep, masculine grunts flood my ears, interspersing with my softer, feminine moans. It’s an erotic cacophony that drowns out everything else. There’s nothing but him and me in this moment. The world could be crashing down around us, and I wouldn’t even notice.

As he pulls out, he wedges his fingers in between us and strokes my clit. “Come for me, my reprobate. Coat my cock in your slick.”

I arch into him, reveling in the way he touches me, the expert way he draws passion from my body. Everything he’s done to me leads to this moment, a holy joining of our bodies, a completion as he slams into me. Each stroke is punishing as he invades me, impaling me on his massive cock.

The moans turn into fevered wails as he conquers me with his body. As I go to cover the sounds of our passion, he wrenches my hand away.

“No. I want to hear every sound that drips from your lips. I want God himself to hear our union and hide himself away.”

It’s as if a dam bursts open inside me. Unfettered, I tip my head to the sky and cry aloud as he pistons in and out. Now, there is no condemnation. I am wholly and truly his.

His fingers continue to tease my clit as I drag my nails down the back, digging into his skin. If it hurts him, he doesn’t show it. Instead, his cock pulses deep within me as he growls in my ear.

With each powerful thrust, his chest grazes against mine, adding a tactile dissonance to the other sensations swirling through me. It keeps me on the splinter’s edge of passion, making everything in me quake with the need to come. His fingers dig into my hips, giving me that last bite of pain I need to finally let go.

I cannot hold out any longer. My fevered cries ring out into the room as my body explodes into a flurry of movement. Screams turn to sobs as relief rushes through me, leaving me wrung out and depleted. But he’s not done with me. Not yet.

His cock continues to pulse within me as he seeks his own passion. Soon, he bends low and swipes his tongue over my shoulder. I shudder as the cool air eddies in, dragging shivers up and down my spine. As he slams into me again, his teeth notch into my skin, holding there as he continues to move.

Something else throbs at my entrance, something large and insistent. He shoves his way in, nearly splitting me open as he stretches me out wide. Pain and pleasure coalesce over me until I cannot tell one from the other. With a mighty roar, he clamps his teeth down into my skin, breaking through.

My mouth opens, but nothing comes out. I can’t find words or sounds to convey the sensations washing over me. But even as I feel as if I can’t take any more of the pain, it morphs into a slice of agonizing pleasure. Nikolai’s absolution fills me, scalding my insides as he roars his completion against my ragged skin.

Now, I understand.

Like Eve, my eyes are open. I see both good, evil, and neutral.

Now that I know the truth, the bliss we both can find in each other’s arms, I can’t go back. Even if I contemplated that ever being an option for me, I know I can’t go back.

I crave this. I crave him. I need his body in me more than I need air.

My mind fractures as something worms its way deep into my heart. I only thought we were one before. Now, I feel the tendrils of our connection weaving around us, binding me to him in a way I never thought possible. A bond. I hear the word shimmer in the air, but he doesn’t speak it out loud. His lips never move.

It’s delicate, like the brush of a butterfly’s wings, yet strong like spider webs. He’s inside me now. It’s more than just his anatomy joining mine. He’s a permanent part of my soul. The other half I never knew I was missing.

“And they shall be one flesh,” I murmur, my eyes drifting shut.

Before I can fully slip away, he pulls out of my shoulder and laps at the wound, making my stomach flip with every swipe of his tongue. He says nothing as he eases up and pulls me forward. But then, he doesn’t have to.

Na?ve as I am, my body knows what to do. My soul knows how to make us complete. It takes no prodding at all for him to ease my lips to his skin. I dig my teeth into his chest, aiming for just above his heart.

Through the bond, I feel the bite of pain as if it is my own. It shouldn’t cause my pussy to spasm, but it does, tightening around his girth, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me.

“Such a naughty little masochist,” he teases through gritted teeth as I lap at his wound as he did with me.

Suddenly, the small, minuscule webs turn to cords. They’re thick, rivaling Father Draven’s former cinctures. They wrap around us, revealing our secrets. Through the bond, I watch and feel the pain my presence caused, the torture he put himself through to keep me safe.

Tears prick my eyes as I pull away and look up at him.

There’s a massive difference in knowing he suffered and actually seeing it, feeling it as it happens. Guilt slams into me, threatening to turn this happy moment into one of sorrow. “I-”

He stops me before I can say another word. “Shhhh, my precious sacrifice. None of it matters anymore. You’re mine now. Any pain was well worth it.”

With a groan, he turns us over, allowing me to rest on him without his bulk suffocating me. I lie my head against his chest and listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Not that I need to hear it. I can feel it beating inside me as if it were my own.

Even with growing up in the convent and being around the Sisters here in the abbey, I always felt alone. Now, for the first time since I can remember, I belong. No apologies, no confessions. Just me.

“I wouldn’t say no confessions,” Nikolai murmurs, running his hand over my head. “Even though we are no longer members of the clergy, I still plan to put you on your knees as often as I can.”

“Only if it is your absolution I draw into my body.”

He chuckles and wraps his arms around me, holding me close. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now then, what is a reprobate Sister and an excommunicated priest to do now?”

“You tell me,” I giggle, snuggling into his warmth. “You’re the brains of this operation.”

With a groan, he lays an arm over his eyes. “It wasn’t my brain doing all the thinking, thank you kindly.”

My eyes grow heavy with each passing moment. Soon, the sun will rise, and Game Night will be over, leaving us at the mercy of the Church. Somehow, I find that I’m not afraid. I have, after all, survived being a virginal sacrifice. I’m sure I can handle anything else thrown our way.

A smile tilts my lips as I kiss his nipple, eliciting a groan from his lips. “Wherever you lead, Father Draven, your lamb will follow.”

“Excellent answer.”

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