I stop when I see the altar at the end of the pews.
It’s a big altar.
Big enough for me to start fantasizing like the fucking blasphemous sinner I am. But is it really blasphemy if I want to worship the new owner of this temple on her own altar?
I may never be worthy of her, but I’d still adore her anywhere, anytime if she would only let me—but especially here.
As if Maven can read my mind, she doesn’t stop until she’s turned and perched on the altar, facing her quintet as we enter. She looks absolutely fucking irresistible in that dress, and I’mpretty sure she knows it because she smiles wickedly and leans back, parting her thighs so the slit of her dress opens.
It shows us she’s not wearing panties.
Oh, my gods. She was out there walking around, meeting all those fucking Reformists without wearing a braorpanties?
My palm itches. I want to smack her ass so bad to remind her that nobody outside our quintet gets to see her without a stitch of underwear on—but when she arches a brow and speaks with a voice like velvet, I’m helpless.
“Kneel,” she says simply, spreading herself further.
The four of us drop like worshippers, obedient and ravenous. So are the others. Crypt is smiling at her, Baelfire looks like he’s about to start drooling, and Silas’s stare is so damn intense, I’m surprised Maven’s face hasn’t burst into flame.
My eyes drag over my keeper—all that bare, beautiful skin glowing in the candlelight, her black hair falling in curls, her dark gaze trained on us. When her fingers slide down her belly, teasing lower and lower, my mouth waters.
Baelfire swears hoarsely when Maven’s fingers finally slip through her pussy, teasing us as she closes her eyes and exhales sharply. My entire world seems to narrow on the way her body is responding so fucking beautifully—to us—and finally, I move forward and lean in.
I don’t ask. I just devour.
Maven gasps when my eager tongue drags through the wet perfection between her thighs. Her taste explodes across my tongue, subtle and heady at once. I groan against her, gripping her thighs and spreading them wider until my tongue can trace tight circles on her clit.
Soon, she’s swearing and grinding against my face, desperate.
I love seeing her desperate.
I love everything about this, even the fact that my cock is now straining painfully inside my pants.
“Look at you, soaking this altar,” I whisper as I slip a finger into her tight pussy, my voice rough with awe. “So fucking beautiful and ready for us to worship.”
“Gods,” Maven groans, breathless with pleasure as she glances at the rest of our rapt quintet.
Baelfire's already shucked down his pants and has started stroking himself, eyes half-lidded as he watches Maven writhe. Silas stands, his eyes hungry on Maven as he, too, begins to unzip.
Crypt is done waiting. He stands and moves closer, stripping as his markings glow slightly purple among the candlelight of this temple. He reaches out to caress Maven’s face, but despite his gentle movements, his voice is all savage need.
“Lie back, love. It’s time for the defiling to begin.”
I stand, too, desperately working my clothes off as Maven gracefully swivels until she’s laying on the altar, her head hanging slightly off one end and the slit in her skirt still leaving access to her fucking perfect pussy.
Crypt moves to where our keeper’s head hangs off the edge of the altar. He first stoops to kiss her aggressively before standing and rubbing the head of his pierced cock over her bottom lip, smearing pre-cum that she licks away with a hum.
“Such a filthy fucking goddess,” he murmurs raggedly.
Maven doesn’t hesitate to take the incubus’s stiffness into her mouth, deep and smooth. He gasps, hand fisting in her dark hair—and godsdamn it, I’m already seconds from coming just from watching the way she worships him back.
Heat grips my spine as I move between my snowdrop’s legs, but I don’t move to fuck her. I’m enjoying the show way too fucking much. Silas steps up next, tracing his blackened-finger hands gently over Maven’s spread thighs before lining himselfup and thrusting into Maven, hard and fast. He groans like it physically hurts to be inside her, but we all know it’s because of how fucking good and right it feels to be with the one we’re bound to.
Maven’s next moan around Crypt’s pumping cock fills the space as Baelfire also stands beside the altar, his breathing labored. I’m stroking myself now, too, fisting my cock slowly as I try like hell to wait. But gods, watching her like this?—
Our keeper’s back arches off the altar, and her breathing gets choppy. Crypt swears and comes in her perfect, eager mouth just as Silas begins to slam harder into her. The fae swears and grips Maven’s hips as he fucks her, reaching down to pinch her clit until finally, her first orgasm has her crying out.
The sound is so fucking beautiful, I hope it echoes in this temple forever.
