Page 33 of All Saints Day (Lucifer and the Saints #2)
Seb kicks off his distressed jeans, his button-down already open to show his beautiful bronze belly—his boxer briefs slung low across his hips; a bottle of scented massage oil tucked into the back waistband in the space his gun typically occupies.
Dennis stands in the doorway in a white t-shirt and his jeans—barefoot on the hardwood floor.
Our eyes lock as Caz passes me the lit blunt, and I inhale—a long ladder of smoke curling up from my lips as I pass to Seb.
Quentin rearranges the pillows at the headboard and motions for Seb to come sit beside him—making a sign of grabby hands for the bottle of scented oil.
I shuffle onto my knees with Caz, both of us allowing Seb and Q to make themselves comfortable as we pass the blunt between us.
Caz offers to Dennis—looming in the doorway—but he just shakes his head, hungry eyes still locked on me as he leans against the frame lazily.
“Come here, chere Loulu.” Seb reaches for me—guiding me so that I lay on a pillow between him and Q—Quentin pouring some oil into his hands to warm it before passing the bottle along to Caz, who hands his smoking accoutrements to Seb for removal to the nightstand.
“Hmm, Cazzy is starting to smell lovely,” Quentin hums as he nods to Sébastien—who helps my camisole up and over my head from my place wriggling on the bed—my nipples hardening in the cool bedroom air as my breasts are exposed.
I hear a little groan from Dennis on the other side of the room and allow my eyes to dart to his place in the doorframe; a hand stroking himself through his jeans.
“Just work on relaxing first,” Caz purrs, starting to massage my aching Achilles, as Quentin smooths oil over my shoulders and down the front of my chest, down my sternum—pointedly avoiding touching my breasts just yet.
I feel my muscles begin to go liquid. Caz’s sweet, spicy poppy and dragon’s blood fill my nose as he works my tight calves in his hands, bending my knee upward as he presses a kiss to my kneecap; a deep sound of pleasure rolling up from my chest as Quentin kneads my shoulders, and Seb massages my scalp.
I let my eyes close as Seb begins to work his thumbs into the place where my neck meets the base of my skull; Quentin’s hands smoothing oil out from my sternum and over my breasts—his fingers delicately tracing my hardened nipples.
I feel Caz’s lips press against the inside of my thigh just above my knee as he continues kneading my hamstrings—my legs parting wider and wider as he continues to kiss his way toward the apex of my thighs.
“Hmmm, you smell so sweet, Louie,” Quentin hums—ghosting the pads of his thumbs delicately over my hard nipples, sending little ripples of electricity through me; my pussy pulsing—hot and slick.
“I can’t wait to taste that sweet honey,” Caz purrs in happy agreement, pulling my soaked panties down over my hips before he settles himself on his belly between my legs.
When my eyes flutter open, I almost jolt when I see Dennis—his eyes boring into mine over Caz’s pale shoulders and golden buzzed head; one hand stroking his cock—the other clamped hard over his throbbing knot.
I let out a breathy moan as Caz laps greedily at my slick pussy, his lips closing around my buzzing clit with gentle suction.
I reach down and let my fingers crawl over the golden fuzz of Caz’s hair to cradle the rounded crown of his head—his hands keeping my thighs open wide.
My other hand reaches up to stroke Seb through his boxers—his knot already so full it gently pulses at my touch.
Quentin’s face dips toward my hard nipple—his teeth gently teasing the tender points of flesh before he purses his lips and sucks gently.
“I want to taste you before I lock you,” I growl at Quentin as he lets my nipple pop free from his mouth.
I’m gratified by the low growl that rolls from Dennis; toying with one of his own hard nipples as he chokes up high on his cock—gently dribbling glittering precum.
Quentin moves from his place against the headboard, Sébastien, himself and I in the pillows so that Q can get better access to my face, and Seb, freshly shimmied out of his boxers can benefit from the leverage of my extended reach as I milk him firm and slow.
Quentin grips the top edge of the headboard as he rocks forward on his knees—his cock pressing past my parted lips and toward my throat.
I lift my hand from the back of Caz’s head to grip the base of Q’s cock as he levers his hips backward—nearly popping free from my mouth.
My thighs press against Caz’s grip as he slips two fingers inside me—pumping slow and deep as he sucks my clit, his tongue flicking against the sensitive pearl as the delicious pressure of the suction makes all the muscles inside clench around those two powerful digits.
Quentin lets slip a high, slutty little moan as I let my fingers find their way to toying with his slick asshole—his hips guttering forward as I suck him down.
Seb lets out a low rumble as my hand closes tightly around his knot.
I moan around Q’s cock as Caz begins to stroke my g-spot—his tongue swirling like mad around my clit.
“That’s right, Loulu, go ahead and cum,” Seb growls as he bucks his hips against my hand—rocketing me to climax.
My thighs strain—trying to snap closed against Caz’s ears as my pussy spasms around his seeking fingers—my abdominal muscles trembling with the power of my first orgasm.
Quentin pulls out of my mouth with a gasping groan.
“Fuck, I thought I was going to cum.” He catches his breath, sitting back on his heels.
“Don’t you dare before I lock you,” I snarl at him, Sébastien and Caz shifting their positions—all of them circulating to different places in bed.
“Of course not, Louie,” Quentin swears, darting a glance over his shoulder at Dennis; now on his knees on the far corner of the bed—one hand pumping hard and slow from knot to tip, the other curved beneath the swell of his balls—wet slurping sounds filling the silence as Dennis fucks his asshole with his own middle and ring fingers.
I feel a surprising wave of heat sweep over me.
I’ve been fucked by Dennis before—sucked him dry, and ridden him until we both dropped during that heat in the field—but I’ve never seen him sloppy, wet, and whining at the mercy of his own hands like this anywhere other than the fated mate dream space.
The thought of watching the other Saints fuck him later nearly sends me over the edge again right there.
Quentin begins to spread my knees apart with his own—dropping his face down to meet mine.
While I’ve enjoyed their doting, Caz making me cum has awoken the sigma instincts in me, and I push off of the bed with surprising speed and agility.
I pull Q’s face to mine for a deep kiss as I arc my body upward and twist over—catching him off guard and putting him flat on his back as Seb and Caz look on approvingly.
I begin to drop my hips as I sit astride Q—my slick dripping down onto his waiting cock as I suspend myself on hands and knees over him.
“Please, Louie, I want to be inside you so badly,” he whimpers, his face in the hollow of my neck—his lips pressing to my throat as I lower my slick pussy lips against him.
“What do you need, my sweet omega?” I growl, rocking backward—his cock head slipping against my tight slit.
“I need your lock.” He almost gasps as I allow the tip of his hardness to sink into my tight heat.
“That’s not all you need, is it—you greedy boy.” One of my hands curves from Q’s hip, around his lower back to cup one of his wonderfully sculpted ass cheeks.
Quentin gulps down a moan as I continue to sink down on his length, his slick asshole pulsing as I take him deeper inside.
“N-no.” He blushes—the wet slurping noises coming from Dennis becoming louder and louder as he adds another finger to his own tight hole, his leaking precum shining on his twitching cock—gripped tight in his fist as he jerks faster and faster.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” I moan as I seat myself fully on Q’s cock—Seb already in motion with anticipation.
“I want Seb to knot my ass while you lock me,” Q finally whines in desperation as he sees Seb stroking his dusky purple knot, coming into view as he moves on his knees toward us.
Caz moves backward to give us room.
Dennis is so focused on taking care of his own needs for the moment that he nearly jumps a foot into the air when Caz bends forward onto all fours and takes the tip of Dennis’ cock in his mouth.
All of us become a chorus of soft wet sounds and moaning as Quentin’s ass pulls Seb’s hard cock deeper inside inch by inch; me picking up speed as I begin to pace my ride.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck you both feel so good,” Quentin simpers as Seb and I put him through his paces.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the reflection in the tacky wooden Cheval mirror on the far side of the bedroom—Dennis helping Caz onto his hands and knees as Dennis begins to fuck Caz doggy.
“I want you to get Seb’s big knot in your tight little hole before I lock you—can you do that?” I pant—lifting myself nearly off of Q’s cock entirely before slamming myself back down on him to the hilt.
“Yes, Louie!” he moans, high and thready.
“I need you to give me all that sweet cum before Dennis stretches me with his big knot, can you do that?” I coo sweetly as Quentin grips my hips desperately.
“Oh god,” Seb groans as his knot strains at Q’s tight asshole.
“That’s right, boys, I want you to cum for me,” I growl, expanding my sigma aura over my fated mates.
Seb lets out a loud howl as his knot is sucked inside of Q’s tightness.
Quentin’s back bends like a bow as he arcs beneath me—the tip of his head knocking against my cervix before my lock tightens around his cock—every curve, every rippling vein fitted like a glove by my clenching cunt.
My hips grind in jerky spasmodic movements as I watch Dennis relentlessly milk Caz’s prostate with his cock—pistoning in and out of Caz’s ass up to the knot as ropes of pearly cum shoot from Caz’s cock—bouncing free in the air.
Quentin goes limp beneath me as Seb partially collapses against my back—catching his breath as all of us resurface from the haze of climax.
“Jesu-Crist,” Seb pants, his forehead pressed to the nape of my neck as he struggles to stay upright on his knees—still knotted in Q’s ass.
When my eyes catch Dennis’ in the tall, thin mirror—I can see the fire there, the hunger.
He’s seen our rhythms—the way the Saints and I fit together; and now he’s ready for his turn.