21

Sal

"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," Nero's voice filled the darkness.

My eyes looked up, glancing around for him. But I was in a small box where I could only see dark eyes through the screen. It was Nero's eyes.

"Tell Father your sins, Psalmy."

I swallowed. How did I get here? What was going on? With a sigh, I leaned forward. "Uh. I live in a house with five men."

"Mhm," he encouraged.

"And I fucked three of them, one I made out with at a sex club, and one fingered me." The words flew from my mouth before I could stop this. No one trusted Father Nero, yet here I was confessing to this. That was where I was: a confession box. I'd never been inside of one, though I had a lot to confess.

"Keep going, little mouse. You have a lot of sins."

I snorted. He didn't know half of it. "Well, where should I start? Almost fucked my best friend when he was here. Uh, fucked Father Theron before I knew who he was. And you…"

"We have fucked, little mouse." Although I couldn't see it, I could tell he was smirking.

"Not yet. But I think about it way too often. Eight men, Father Nero. I'm a huge sin."

"Tell me. What do you think about me? What do I do to you?"

I thought about his tongue and how it was split. "I think about you eating me out."

He groaned.

"Fucking me against the kitchen counter."

"Oh, while you're making me cookies? That's so nasty, Psalmy."

I threw my head back, laughing. I didn't know how I got here, but the only excuse was this was a dream. A dream because my ass fell asleep on the couch. If I wanted to have a wet dream about Nero, that wasn't bad, right?

"What are your sins, Father Nero?" I asked.

He chuckled lightly. "You are my biggest sin, Psalmy. My cock aches to be buried inside of you."

My throat dried. "Nero."

"I ache to have you scream my fucking name as I pound that pretty little cunt of yours."

Dear god. My thighs were clenching as he was leaning against the screen.

"You want that too?"

My eyes closed for a moment. "Badly."

Hands touched my chair and pulled. My eyes opened. We were still in the box, but the divider was gone. The tone of the room changed, the dark light feeling sinful, and the way he looked down at me made me feel naked.

I could see all of his face now, the shining piercing balls he had, his sharp chin, and high cheekbones. He was sinfully handsome. His hair was back, strands falling against his pale face.

"Scared, Psalmy?" he asked, leaning in to run his nose up my neck. I extend for him, thighs closing again. "No, no."

His hands spread my knees, and the moment they were open, he was between them.

He was in his tactical alb gear while I was just in my PJs, barely hiding much. My shorts were so small my ass hung out, but Beck was drooling so…

His teeth bit into my flesh, and I moaned at the pain.

"Naughty, little Psalmy. You want my cock? You want my mouth on that cunt?"

"Yes," I said breathlessly, hands touching his chest. How was he so calm? My pussy was dripping, and I could barely even think straight with his body so close to mine.

Nero's body dropped between my legs. "As you wish."

"What?" I swallowed, watching as he pulled my hips to the edge of the chair and pushed aside my shorts.

"Forgive me, Father," Nero said in a groan. "You're soaking wet for me."

"Fuck," I muttered. I wasn't exactly sure why I was so wet, but I was. The chair was starting to feel like a puddle.

Nero leaned in, and I wanted to sob. His dark eyes met mine as his split tongue ran from his mouth. It raked through my folds and had me moaning out. His mouth covered me, two tongues playing with my clit. They moved differently, making my body jolt from the pleasure.

My fingers entangled in his hair as my eyes closed. My thighs shook as they tried to close around his head.

He growled, teeth grazing my clit.

"Fuck!" I hissed. The pain made me want to burst right here so quickly.

His strong hands wrapped around my inner thighs and pushed my thighs open.

My hips gained control, rolling right against his face. I cried out, holding his mouth to me.

He moaned, and one of his hands dropped. A zipper filled my ear, and I trembled. He was jerking himself off.

Then one side of his tongue dipped into me and ran through my folds.

"Please, Nero! Nero!" I cried, head throwing back. It was overwhelming. The pleasure built until my breath was heaving, and I was unable to think or speak.

My body gave in, bursting right against his face with a loud cry of his name. My hips rolled until I felt like I was coming down.

He pulled back, tongue running over his wet lips. Slowly he stood, towering over me. His pale cock was out, and it was pierced, just the head, though. His dick curved a bit towards him, and I moaned. With a curved dick and that piercing, he was going to be able to hit my g-spot.

"Suck," he ordered, hand running over his abnormally long cock. I saw why he was always so cocky. I would be too, if my dick was that big.

I leaned in, eyes locked with him. My tongue ran right over his tip, lapping up his precum. I moaned when I tasted him, and right before I could take all of him, a bang had me jolting up from the couch.

Awake and back at Kier's house.

"Osiris!" Kier's voice boomed through the house.

I looked at the front door and saw Kier standing in the doorway, blood on him.

"Oh my god," I went to stand.

"Not right now," Kier snapped, moving through the kitchen and grabbing a bag under the sink.

"What do you mean?" I snapped as heavy footsteps filled the air. I moved to meet Kier right before the door. "Are you bleeding?"

"Not my blood," he answered, dark eyes not meeting mine.

"What's going on, Kier?"

He growled. "Ashbourne. Go sit the fuck down. Osiris and Briar with me. Beck watch her." He pushed me to the side and left the house.

Osiris touched my head before leaving.

Briar stole a quick kiss before leaving me and Beck alone.

I glanced at Beck, who was still at the island, eating a bowl of cereal. He shrugged, and I sighed, moving back to the couch.

"Why were you saying Nero's name?" Beck asked, brows pulling.

My face heated up as I remembered my dream before Kier woke me up. Now I would never get to be fucked by Nero.

Osiris

"Are you going to explain to us why you just burst into the house covered in blood?" I asked as we pulled up to an off-grid mansion style house. I had never seen it before, and I didn't peg my brother as the gothic type.

"No," he snapped, pulling into the driveway and parking. Together we got out and followed him.

I looked back at Briar, trying to understand, but neither of us understood. Kier had a mission and wasn't supposed to be back until two days.

Kier walked through the house like he understood it. He let us down the stairs to a huge wine cellar. Passing the racks of wine, he pushed a door open.

A vicious growl reached my ear, making me want to pull out my weapon. What was this? A trap?

No, not from my brother.

"You brought it?" Theron's voice asked.

Had he gone feral?

But the moment I stepped inside, I saw a man chained to the dark side of the huge room.

"Kier?" I asked, eyes glued on the man.

Kier handed Theron a bag.

The vampire rushed at me, and I barely flinched because he couldn't reach me.

His chestnut hair was matted to his olive-tanned skin. His upper body was barely showing off all the tattoos, though I didn't think he cared.

The vampire reached for me, aching for my blood.

"Is that Cozen?" Briar asked, making my blood run cold. Psalm's childhood best friend. The one that fixed her arm wasn't… human anymore. He couldn't fix her arm or talk to her. His red eyes gave him away, and the fangs bared from his mouth.

"I thought she would see him soon. Not like this." My head spun as I ran my hand through my hair.

"None of this leaves this fucking room," Kier growled. "Psalm will not know that he is a vampire now."