Page 97 of Conjure

My fingers slide up her thigh as I track every flickering emotion in her big eyes. The moment I graze up against her soaked panties, her lashes flutter.

“Such a filthy girl,” I taunt, pushing the lace aside and tracing her slit in a featherlight touch. “Your dead friend is in that coffin.” I tut, knowing far well she gets off on the guilt. “You shouldn’t like this so much.”

When I sink two fingers inside her, she grips my suit jacket in a bid to push me away, but twists the expensive material instead.

I hum, finger-fucking her slowly to the background sound of a hymn being sung. “Do you see that to our left?”

She follows my line of sight when I jerk my head in the direction of the large statue near the wall. “What do you think Mother Mary has to say, seeing you cream all over your brother’s fingers in church?”

Camryn moans beneath my palm, and I tighten my grip on her mouth, but there’s nothing I can do to hide the wet sounds coming from her pussy.

“Your cunt missed me,” I say, nibbling on her earlobe. “Missed my fingers and my cock.”

The first hymn gives way to a second song. Dropping to my knees, I dive beneath her skirt to erase all lingering thoughts of all the reasons why she should keep her distance. She should know better than to think she can keep my pussy away from me.

I throw her leg on my shoulder and drive my tongue into her, fucking her tight little hole while Mother Mary watches on from the shadows. Camryn rolls her hips, all notion of wanting me to stay away gone out of the window now that she’s so close to coming with her cunt clamping down on my tongue. I pull out to suck on her soaked pussy, then home in on her swollen clit. That little sensitive bud drives me fucking insane. Licking and nibbling, I flick my tongue until she falls apart, riding my face like a greedy slut.

She somehow manages to stay silent, and I discover why when I pop out from beneath her skirt and find her with both hands pressed over her mouth.

Her chest rises and falls rapidly, and her pale cheeks are flushed. I love my effect on her.

Before the blush has a chance to retreat, I guide her forward, making no move to wipe her cum from my face. If anything, I wear the evidence of her orgasm with pride. Yes, ladies and gents, I ate her cunt while you all sang about Jesus.

Camryn keeps her head down, almost sprinting to her seat. Aron doesn’t hide his contempt when his eyes clash with mine. With a smirk, I slide in behind Camryn on the pew.

Kicking my feet out in front of me, my arm rests behind my girl, and I raise an eyebrow at Aron, who huffs a breath and faces forward.

Asshole.

I brush my lips up against Camryn’s ear. “Next time you try to shut me out or keep your distance, I’ll fuck you right here on the pew for everyone to see.”

The wake afterward is held at Brittany’s house, an old Victorian with a wrap-around porch, a perfectly manicured lawn, and flowering gardenias. Only the closest have been invited. It’s a small affair, which is why Camryn hasn’t bolted yet.

Seated around the circular dining table, one of four scattered around the spacious living room, she picks at her food with a faraway look.

Blood seeps from the tender steak as I slice it in half with the knife. No one speaks.

At least not until Lily says, “All the windows are closed.”

“The AC is on,” Gwen points out, her green hair gathered in a ponytail.

“This is so fucking stupid,” Aron mutters, stabbing a piece of minted potato. He shoves it in his mouth and speaks around a mouthful. “We leave the house every day. The demon could attack us at any moment, and you guys worry about the damn windows being left open?”

Beside him, Lily hides behind the long strands of her hair. I hate to admit that he has a point. We’re not safe anywhere.

“And what the fuck was that back there?” Aron asks, directing his question at me. “You can’t leave her alone for five minutes, huh?”

I shrug as I pick up the sharp, bloodied knife and pretend to inspect the blade.

A bead of crimson trails down the flat end as I look over at him. “My girl was sad. I cheered her up.”

“Cheered her up?” he hisses, his cheeks flaming. “You fucked her in church during our friend’s funeral. How fucking disrespectful can you be?”

“Are you done with your tirade?” I tilt the blade in his direction. “Correction. I didn’t fuck her. I ate her out. There’s quite a difference.”

“You fucking—” He shoots to his feet, but Lily puts her hand on his arm.

“Please calm down. This is what it wants.”