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Orion struck him again and again, raining down avengeful and violent flurry of leather against the top of his back. The priest sucked my cock and lapped at my balls, so lost to pleasure he didn’t even react when rivulets of blood ran so far down his back they reached the white marble stairs beneath his knees.

I was beyond hard and Orion was beyond furious. Instead of losing steam, he only picked it up, swinging so hard at the priest’s back I worried he was going to dislocate his shoulder. Small sounds began to leave his mouth for how much force he put behind each strike, and right as I was on the brink of release, the priest’s eyes rolled back into his head. He began to slump, but I caught him with a fist in his hair. The shock of pain in his scalp was enough to bring him around just in time for the first burst of cum to land on the back of his tongue.

He choked as my cock swelled against the roof of his mouth, shooting jet after jet of cum into his throat, and in front of me, Orion dropped the bloody whip to the floor with an echoing clatter. My entire body vibrated from the orgasm. In the place a bullet had tried to take my life, pleasure and agony tangled together in the middle of my chest and I’d never felt more alive.

Jacob moaned and went slack against my thighs, his cum-covered hand falling loose at his side. His breathing was regular, not labored or short. I backed away, letting his body collapse onto the marble where he curled into a ball and sniffled. Orion hadn’t moved from his place at the base of the stairs, but he watched with a steely focus as I tucked my softening cock back into my pants.

“Clean him up the way you should have done for me,” I said, stepping over the priest and heading down the stairs. The only sounds in the church were our three mismatched breaths and the echo of my shoes as I walked out of the church and left both of the men in my life behind me.

Chapter 16

Caspian

Vince Angelini stormed out of Saint Mary’s like he’d set the place on fire, cursing under his breath as he skipped every other step on his way down. I wasn’t quick enough to find my way back to the shadows before he reached the sidewalk, and his gun was pointed at my face before I could even announce myself.

“Who the fuck are you?” he asked, aim steady, even in the dark.

“Caspian Andersen,” I answered, holding up my hands so he knew I wasn’t armed.

“Why are you lurking outside of a church in the middle of the night?”

I swallowed hard. “I wasn’t lurking. Just walking.”

He narrowed his eyes, dark pools of judgement.

The last time I saw him, he was bleeding out on thestreet, no more than five feet from where we currently stood. The tables had turned, but when all I’d felt that first night was nerves and uncertainty, Vince looked like he’d never been more sure of anything in his life. He would have put a bullet between my eyes and not lost a second of sleep over it. I shivered, and he lowered his gun, returning it to a holster at the small of his back.

“Alright,” he conceded, nodding and heading past me.

I wanted to reach out and grab him, but that might really have ended with me getting shot, so I opted to call after him instead. Jogging down the block to catch up, I fell into step half a pace behind him.

“What are youdoing outside a church in the middle of the night?” I asked.

He threw an annoyed glance over his shoulder at me. “Teaching someone a lesson.”

I tried to imagine who, then I tried to imagine what.

I wondered if he knew the priest was the one who’d ridden with him to the hospital, the one who’d ended up taking credit for saving his life when it was my lap he’d bled out on, my arms he’d gone limp in. It was unfair for someone else to get the credit. I’d waited so long for Vince to pay me any sort of attention at all, and that priest had stolen the chance right out from under me. He should have stayed in his little apartment, in the confines of his confessional…anywhere except the steps of his church to witness my sin and my retribution.

I’d have to try another tactic to get close.

“That sounds ominous,” I said, laughing softly. “Did you come for penance?”

“Men like me don’t ask for forgiveness, Caspian.”

The way he said my name made me hard, the vowels thick in his throat, like they’d clawed their way up from the ocean floor through miles of sand and grit to form on the tip of his tongue.

A gift…just for me.

“Right,” I rasped.

We walked to the end of the block and stopped on the corner, Vince turning toward me and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why are you following me?” he asked, tracing his tongue across the underside of his teeth. “I already have one dog who needs to be housebroken again. I’m not interested in another.”

“I…what?”

“Nothing.”

“I wasn’t following you,” I lied. “I was just heading this way.”