“Well, you don’t have to, but if you do borrow some, it can be our secret.”
Daisy nods. “Maybe. The clothes, though, yes, please. I’d like to borrow some.”
“Come on.” Ophelia links Daisy’s arm as she stands, rounds the table, and heads to the door. “Be back in a couple of hours, guys.”
That’s good to know. It gives us enough time to make Ophelia ours again. I feel as if we’re losing her to the past, and that won’t do at all.
As soon as the door closes behind Daisy, a sense of oppression lifts from the space. It leaves a strange vacuum, but not for long. Something else is simmering under the surface, about to replace it.
Lust.
CHAPTER 6
Roman
“Guys,do you think she’ll be okay?” Ophelia pushes her chair back and takes some plates to the kitchen, placing them in the sink and running the faucet until it turns hot. She adds dish soap and turns around to find three sets of eyes focused on her like she’s an ice cream sundae and it’s a blazing hot day.
“Um… guys?”
“She’ll. Be. Fine.” Cain steps toward her.
She steps back but has nowhere to go because the sink is there. She seems kind of flustered.
“Listen, we need to talk. I want a lock on the altar room door because if Daisy goes in there…”
She glances to one side, and then over Cain’s shoulder. Is she planning on trying to run? I almost laugh because judging from the look on Cain’s face, good luck with that.
“We need to talk about how this is going to go down once we leave here,” Cain says. “But for now, I’m done talking.”
“Oh, you are?” She swallows hard. “What do you want to do instead?”
He lunges for her. She feints left, but his big arm goes around her slender waist, and he hauls her against him. He’s still bare-chested and damp with sweat from his run, but Ophelia doesn’tseem to mind. He lifts her, both arms wrapped around her now, and she hooks her legs around his hips. I turn to the table and sweep the remaining crockery to the side, creating a space, and Cain sets her down.
“What the hell are you—” Her protestations are cut off as Cain lifts her long dress and rips her panties clean in half.
“Oh, my God,” she breathes.
He spreads her legs and stares at her pussy. I’ve never seen Cain like this. This isn’t a game, like in the woods, when we chased her. I’m not even sure if she used her safeword that he’d stop. I’m not sure thatIcould stop him. He’s ravenous, and he’s also pissed.
I get it, because I think he feels the same as me; he doesn’t want to lose her to that place again. Either physically, if they try to take her, or mentally and emotionally as the past attempts to drag her back.
I know what it’s like to be confronted by your trauma. It’s fucking quicksand, and it can drag you under before you realize it. Once you see what’s happening, it is hell to get out again.
Cain grabs her hips, pulls her to the edge of the table, and drops to his knees. He buries his face in her pussy, and she cries out, her hands spearing his hair and pulling him closer.
He lifts his face and glares at her spread out for him, then pushes two fingers inside her. “Who do you belong to, Angel?” he demands as he pumps his fingers in and out of her.
“You,” she gasps.
“Who?” He curls them, and she grabs hold of his arms, her small fingers making indents in his flesh.
“Oh, God. You… all three of you… the Preachers.”
“That’s right, the Preachers.”
His fingers make obscene sounds as he strokes her G-spot and she bucks her hips up off the table. But even as she’swrithing in pleasure, she twists her neck to try to get a better view of the door.
“Pay attention,” Cain demands. “You’re ours now.”
