Page 52 of All Saints Day (Lucifer and the Saints #2)
Quentin
I t’s was all over, finally.
Well, not entirely over . There was the matter of Louise’s new powers and what Seb and Azzura would discover as her new designation: Omicron.
Martin Penny had given himself up—turned himself in and confessed all manner of sins regarding the murder of his brother, the clandestine discoveries he did not share with his employers at the DPR, and everything in between.
He had been taken into custody almost as soon as we were cleared from detainment.
While the Feds, along with the better part of the military industrial complex, had wanted to get their hands on Louise—she was still a US Citizen who was considered innocent of committing any crime.
They could not legally detain her, nor did the recently inaugurated president, Nakia Olewo, wish to cause any riots over the sensitive information that was bound to hit the news cycle in the wake of so many crises and scandals.
“I understand that you greatly wish to make your return to private life as soon as possible.” The president spoke over the video call with her calm, even demeanor as the six of us sat huddled together in the conference room at the DPW’s headquarters in Washington DC, hanging on her every word.
“Once we make the necessary public statements for the news networks, you’re free to go, though, Miss Penny, we are desperate for your help—along with Doctor Perla and Doctor Bouaziz—regarding decoding strains of the Zeitnot and the new omicron designation. ”
“I’m not a doctor.” Seb had cut in with annoyance.
“Very well then, Mr. Bouaziz.” President Olewo gave a stifled smile.
“I won’t become a weapon.” Louise piped up, her cinnamon eyes glittering with tiny golden sparks. Though it had only been about seventy-two hours, already it appeared as if her powers had recharged, restored.
While it shouldn’t have given me comfort that my fated mate could swing down her wrath like an angel with a flaming sword, and completely level the place in order to save us if this conversation didn’t go the way we wanted it to… it gave me a deep and abiding solace.
“I have no intention of making you one, Miss Penny.” The president smiled politely.
After that, there had been an awkward exchange of pleasantries—and we were released with plans for Dennis and Louise to appear in a joint press conference for the DPW and the White House in DC to address the omicron designation while Sébastien and Dr. Perla would appear in Liberty City to speak about the strains of the Zeitnot virus and the path to treatment, and prevention development ahead of them.
Tomorrow, Seb, Frank, Caz, and I will fly north at the crack of dawn, bound for Liberty City. Dennis and Louise will stay behind to finish their business in DC—and then… real, true freedom.
But tonight? Tonight we celebrate being Alive .
Eerily, we have been put up in the Alerion. One of the most luxurious hotels in town—but also the location of where Mike bit Frank.
We had approached the booking with trepidation, wondering if it would set Frank off.
While he had shed a few tears, he assured us that his system could take it; that he would tell us if it began to feel like it was too much.
We ordered room service and private massages from the spa, and each and every one of us bathed or showered; scrubbing and lathering until we washed the grime of the last few nightmarish days from our bodies.
When I finally flopped into the massive round pack-suite’s bed, the dreamy, cool sheets practically welcomed me into the land of slumber as I snuggled up to Louise; I hadn’t anticipated how hot she would feel—almost as if a fever was burning her from the inside out.
“Louie darling, are you alright?” I croon, nuzzling my face into her hair—drinking in her divine scent.
Sébastien and Caz perk up from their place dozily watching television on the other side of her as they hear my question—waiting on Louise’s response.
Dennis and Frank, who are fresh out of the shower and still shimmying into their boxers and pajamas—stop, turning to pay attention to whatever answer Louie might provide.
A few tears slide down her beautiful face, a graceful smile pulling her lips wide.
“I’m just so happy to be alive—to be safe here with all of you,” she weeps with joy—and Frank and Dennis scuttle to the edge of the bed so that they can join me and the others in finding a point of physical contact somewhere on Louise’s body; laying their hands on her before she finds the strength to finish her thought aloud.
“Before we part ways tomorrow, I want everyone to be fully bonded. I want the pack solidified—the connection of the bond open to all. I’m not taking any chances from here on out.”
It’s as if her words stoke a fire in all of us, and everyone is suddenly in the bed; Dennis and Frank peeling out of the clothes they were just stepping into—the rest of us hurrying to get down to skin on skin just as quickly.
Louise, our pack lead, finds her place, seated against the headboard. Frank lies back flat on the mattress, his head resting in the nested lotus position of Louise’s lap as Caz clambers over Frank on all fours.
Caz and Louise share a deep kiss as Frank begins to stroke Caz’s hardening cock—his golden Prince Albert winking in the dim lighting.
Sébastien works his way in behind Caz, rimming Cazzy’s sensitive little asshole while he works his own thick cock with one hand, stroking Frank’s monster with the other, Frank’s knot swelling and already half full.
“That’s right, I want to see the exact moment when all of you open that connection.” Louise purrs, her breathing heavy as she takes in the sight—experiencing all of our pleasure down the bond.
Though I can only feel shades and glimmers of the sensations she’s getting from Frank, soon I’ll be able to feel it all; exhilaration quickening my heartbeat and hardening my cock.
Caz makes continuingly more desperate noises as Seb eats his ass and Frank milks his cock, but he still looks more than a little apprehensive as he opens his eyes and glances at the space between his and Frank’s bodies—still suspended on all fours over Frank and his now powerful knotted erection.
“I don’t know if I can take that knot, Frank,” he laughs nervously.
“You don’t have to take my knot for the bite to take,” Frank rumbles. “Just gotta relax and feel good—gotta believe in the strength of the bond.”
Louise reaches for me, her fingers closing around my cock in a tight grip as she strokes me.
“Don’t you worry, Q, I haven’t forsaken you.” She gives me a wink—and both of us return our attention to the other Saints.
Sébastien helps Caz lower himself onto Frank’s cock, and Louise and I can’t help but let out low moans as we feel the delicious stretching of muscles down the bond; reminded of our own slow and seeking penetrations by Frank’s impressive member.
“Oh god,” Caz whines as he sinks down another few inches until he meets Frank’s massive knot.
Seb leans forward and closes his mouth around Caz’s cock—Cazzy begins to set a slow but steady riding pace as Seb takes Caz deeper into his throat.
Once Caz really finds his rhythm though, Sébastien sits back on his heels, allowing Caz’s studded cock to bounce up and down between him and Frank as Frank continues to lift his hips to meet Caz’s bouncing tempo.
Frank takes Caz’s index finger—just one digit over from Louise’s bite on his thumb—and slips it between his lips as Caz rides him; Frank’s sucking drawing a high whine from Cazimer as his asshole refuses to let Frank’s knot any further.
The two of them lock eyes, and Seb reaches between them, pumping Caz’s cock faster and faster as Frank and Caz make continuously more desperate sounds.
“Fuck, now! ” Caz calls out, and Frank bites down—Caz shoots a massive load all over Frank’s rippling chest and abdominal muscles.
“Delicious,” Frank growls under his breath, his tongue darting out over his lips to catch the last few drops of blood from the bonding bite as Caz rolls off of him, exhausted, before Frank reaches down to swipe some of Caz’s pearl jam from his chiseled abdominals—licking it off of his fingers with lurid delight.
“Tin-tin?” Sébastien rumbles, motioning to me—his massive cock in his hand as he pushes his way inside Frank’s spread knees. “Come over here and lend me some of that slick, eh?” Seb grins devilishly, beckoning me to him.
I crawl toward them in the sheets before Seb uses two of his powerful fingers to gather slick from my tight hole; slathering his length with my slippery juices so that he can more easily penetrate Frank.
“Fuuuck,” Frank hisses as Seb presses his lubed up cock against Frank’s asshole, pushing his way in slowly but surely.
“That’s right, Frankie, deep breaths you’re gonna take this knot for me before we exchange bites.” Seb grins, inching forward with aching slowness.
After what seems like forever, Seb has finally worked up to slow pumping thrusts inside of Frank—Frank’s own knot visibly pulsing each time Seb strokes Frank’s prostate from inside.
“That’s right, mon ami —keep breathing, let yourself stretch,” Seb moans as Frank continues his desperate whimpering.
Frank reaches for Seb to come down to him, allowing his arms to wrap around Seb’s neck as Seb cranes himself downward.
Almost as soon as their lips meet, Seb makes a deep grunting sound and is sucked knot deep inside Frank’s asshole; the two of them allowing their teeth to find the side of one another’s neck.
“Holy Fuck, ” Frank barks, near exhaustion—his cock still hard and knot still swollen—as Seb rocks back onto his knees, his cock still knotted inside of Frank.
“It’s been too long since we did that—I’m going to be walking like fucking John Wayne for the next two days,” Frank pants, and all of us have a good laugh.
The laugh dies on my lips—because I’ve had to wait my turn and now I’m far past the point of ready—I’m gagging for it.
Louise carefully extracts herself from her position as Frank’s prop and pillow as we wait for Seb’s knot to go down.
Without words, he collects Dennis and I for what I know will be the final stanza in this dance.
Once Seb and Frank are free from one another, Louise guides me onto my back, preparing to mount me and my achingly hard key cock.
I can feel down the bond, the anticipation, the joy, the greediness to have and to bite.
Between the different levels of bonding between the six of us, and the magical undercurrent of the evening; we find ourselves in a splendid weaving of bodies; Louise and her locking cunt wrapped tight around my cock, Frank joining me in her sweet, tight, heat—his knot still denied entrance to her.
Dennis behind Frank, using Seb’s cum like lube to make his way deeper into Frank’s tight ass.
“Oh god, oh god—so tight, so full,” Frank moans, completely overwhelmed by us as we all race toward climax.
Dennis is the first to lose it; his hips hitch upward, his teeth finding a home in Frank’s right shoulder as Dennis’ knot pushes through the taut, hot ring of Frank’s asshole.
Frank bites down on Dennis’ forearm—still clamped beneath Frank’s neck from holding him so close from behind.
Louise, Frank, and I fire off in a series of complicated triggers and responses; Frank’s knot pushes inside of Louise’s pussy—applying a searing, blinding pressure against my cock—just as she locks tight around both of us; Frank and I decant ourselves inside her as Frank bites down on an exposed bit of my wrist, my hands clasped around the back of Louise’s neck.
All of us cry out in elation as the bond is flung open wide.
While some of us may have an early flight, I highly doubt any of us will be doing very much sleeping tonight.