Page 45 of Divine Fate (Cursed Legacies #4)

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EVERETT

My heart pounds as I follow the woman I love into the temple built for her.

She’s been teasing us. Tormenting us.

I need her so fucking badly, it hurts. I can’t tear my eyes off of the sway of her ass as she walks in front of me.

The echo of distant celebration still hums beyond the stone, but here in the temple, it’s all pristine stone floors and wooden pews with flickering candles left out to light the space dimly. It’s a small temple, but definitely nice enough for a god, let alone a demigoddess?—

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’m pretty 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 bra or panties?

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 himself up 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.

“That’s one,” Silas manages, voice strained before he loses himself, too. He jerks and swears in fae as he comes inside our keeper.

I wanted inside Maven’s gorgeous pussy, but now I can’t take my eyes off of the way her tits look as she tries to catch her breath. Her dress has shifted so they’re both out in the open now, cradling the sides of our emblems and her scar—all on display and teasing me to insanity just like when we were out in that fucking party.

Gods , I love my keeper’s tits so much. Deciding I want to come all over those, I walk around the altar and gently brush her hair away from her face, marveling at how fucking gorgeous she is.

Maven smirks at me and accepts me into her mouth. I groan when her tongue flicks under the head of my cock, teasing and exploring at once. She’s so greedy for it, taking more each time I thrust.

Pleasure is gripping my balls like a godsdamned vice as she moans and sucks me—and when she swallows around me, I barely hold back my shout. Pulling myself quickly out of the slick perfection of her mouth, I stroke myself until my release paints her beautiful chest over and over.

When I’m done, I still can’t take my eyes off of how beautiful she is when we’ve made such a mess of her.

“Gods above, you’re so radiant, love,” Crypt breathes, as enchanted by our sexy, divine keeper as I am.

But Baelfire hasn’t had his turn. He’s already stepping up, blue flames flickering under his skin as a sign of how worked up he is. The normally jovial shifter flips Maven over on the altar with gentle ease, kissing one of her ass cheeks and spreading her until he can push into her soaking pussy from behind.

When he shoves all the way in, the sound she makes goes straight to my balls. Baelfire is so lost to the feeling of being in her that he begins fucking her hard and fast, until the sound of slapping skin fills the temple along with their moans and gasps.

“Fuck me,” Maven pleads, clutching the sides of the altar so he doesn’t knock her off with the force of how hard he’s slamming into her. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me?—”

She’s so close to her next release that she’s completely undone, sweat-drenched and gasping as the dragon shifter grips her hips tightly, swearing as he gives her what she needs.

When Maven finally buries her face in one of her arms, trying to muffle her cry of euphoric release, I groan right alongside Baelfire. His head drops back on his shoulders and he falls off that cliff with her, pumping slowly and swearing until finally, the temple stops echoing with the sex sounds that make me so damn horny.

“That’s two,” I mutter, voice thick as I watch Baelfire pull out.

Silas and Crypt both swear as cum drips from between Maven’s reddened thighs. She adjusts to sit upright on the altar and notices where we’re looking. My heart stutters and my cock throbs with arousal when my devious keeper reaches down, swipes up some of the release dripping between her legs, and brings it to her lips for a taste.

Oh my gods.

“Have some fucking mercy on us,” Crypt half-laughs, half-groans. “We’re only mortals, love.”

“I won’t hold it against you,” Maven teases, licking her lips.

Silas looks as near-feral as I’m starting to feel as he adjusts himself, eyes pinned on her. “Another round, ima sangfluir?”

Maven’s lips curl up, but she pauses, considering. “Not here. One of those cultists could just walk in any moment and get an eyeful.” Then she glances at me, smirking. “Not all of us would enjoy that as much as others.”

I fight a smile. She’s right. I don’t mind an audience.

However, the idea of someone seeing her looking so fucking incredible makes me want to freeze someone’s innards.

“Let’s say goodbye to the party and move this to our apartment,” I suggest.

We’re all in agreement. As the rest of us get redressed, Crypt gingerly helps Maven off the altar. He cups her face to kiss our keeper slowly while his markings light up. Once he releases her, my gorgeous keeper straightens her dress, uses my discarded jacket I offer her to clean up our cum, and starts detangling her curled hair.

Gods, I love the way she looks when she’s flushed and freshly fucked.

I’m ready to keep this up for the next few hours—or if our keeper needs a break, I’ll massage her tired muscles and shampoo her hair for her and anything else she wants. So much has been going on, I’ve barely had time to pamper my snowdrop the way she deserves.

We’re all taking our time, lingering in a haze of post-sex bliss until Maven tenses.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

“Boo?” Baelfire frowns, his attention moving to her chest. “I hear your heart pounding again. What’s going on?”

She whirls to face the entrance of the temple, her throat constricting as a sign of fear.

“Wraiths.”

I’ve only heard this undertone of terror in her voice once before. I quickly realize what it means and swear.

“Gideon is here,” I announce.

On cue, screams ascend from outside the temple.