18. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Lorne

“Iwasn’t planning on throwing you in the deep end, but some people can’t dip their toes before diving.”

Her breaths are shallow as her chest rises and falls beneath me. She digs her nails into my biceps as she tries to anchor herself. I wonder if that’s how we appear to her, an ocean she’s desperate not to drown in, so she has no option but to tread water.

Her eyes search mine as her body trembles, from fear or excitement, I’m not sure. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to force you to watch.”

I jump on the bed and grab the brown noose hanging from the ceiling. “This is me, Snow. Showing you something that only two other people know. Two people who would take a bullet for me. I’m trusting you, Snow, because you matter.”

Without saying a word, Cas is behind me, one arm wrapped around my waist and a bottle of lube in his hand. “Join in anytime, Sunshine.”

He grips my cock, spreading my pre-cum on the head of my dick with his thumb. “Make yourself useful, Declan. Get on your knees and open your mouth.”

Declan grips the rosary in his hand, the attached cross falling into view. He crawls onto the bed, one knee then the other until he’s facing my cock. He moves his hand and replaces Cas and does something that makes my dick twitch. With the rosary in his hand, he wraps it around my shaft and slides it up from the tip of my cock to the base. There’s a perverse pleasure from having him use something he finds so divine in an act he views as sinful.

“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth, as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.”

I sigh, frustrated. “Stop preaching and start sucking.”

“I’ve become a servant to demons and lost my way from the heavenly father. I’ve cast out his light in favor of this.”

“God and I are very similar, Declan. But when I fuck you, it feels good. My rod doesn’t make you scream in agony. It makes you moan in bliss.”

Declan opens his mouth. I grip the back of his head and propel my hips forward, impaling the back of his throat with sheer force. “Does this remind you of church, Declan? On your knees, but instead of begging for answers from your imaginary daddy, it’s for my cock.”

My dress shirt pools at my feet, unraveling the road maps of my life I wear on my skin. Cold liquid glides down my ass as Cas holds his blade to my side.

I hear Noelle’s audible hiss. My eyes lock with hers, and behind the rich brown of her irises, I see a sadness. She offers me a small smile as a tear glides down her soft cheek. My little Snow, always wanting to help animals, even a monstrous beast like me.

I realize what my flesh looks like, a mangled mess of cuts I’ve tried and failed to cover with intricate tattoos.

“We’ve all got scars, Snow. Some of us wear them on our skin, while others carry them on the inside. They are what forge us into who we are. You don’t need to be sad for mine because, as vicious as they may seem, they’ve led me to this point and to you.”

We don’t have to say a word because, in the silence, there is an understanding. That’s the moment I know she will always belong to us, whether or not she’s with us. Because of her pure heart and empathetic nature, she doesn’t regard us as disgusting animals. She’s the only one who can move past it all and see us as men. I hope it’s as men worthy of her love.