Page 55 of The Preacher's Pet

I want to sink to my knees and thank the ancestors and the gods. “I’m clean.”

I was tested many months ago, and I’ve been a born-again virgin since then. I glance at Mal, and he nods. He is, too. We’re not the kind of men who sleep around for the hell of it.

“Are you ready for this?” Roman asks her. “Is it truly what you want from us?”

She draws in a breath, but it’s shaking with arousal as she tries to speak with Malachi’s fingers still inside her. “It’s what I want. I…I keep dreaming about this. Well, not exactly this. In my dreams, it’s in the woods, and you’re chasing after me, but it always ends the same.” Her blush deepens, though her cheeks and chest and throat are already mottled pink.

I have to know. “How does it end?”

She closes her eyes. “It ends with me waking up”

“We don’t fill you up?” I ask, emboldened by how she’s reacting to this.

She shakes her head.

“Would you like it? Us filling you up?”

“Yes.”

It’s a mere whisper, but I hear it clearly enough.

She lifts her gaze and holds mine. My heart feels like it’s going to explode. Does she even realize what a gift she is giving me?

Malachi is still gently fingering her, but he slides his digits from her pussy, then kisses her shoulder.

From behind his mask, he says, “Out of the way, Cain. If you get to take her first, you at least need to give me this.”

I don’t know exactly what he means, but he’s right. He’s allowed a little one-on-one time with her, so I take a step to the side.

Malachi takes my place then sinks to his knees.

He looks up at her, his eyes desperate behind his mask. “Just one taste,” he says. “Before Cain fucks you, I need to taste you. Can I?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

Malachi yanks the mask the rest of the way off and tosses it to one side. Her fingers tangle in his thick hair, and she pulls him into her as if she’s as desperate as he is. He lifts one of her feet and hooks her calf over his shoulder.

He doesn’t do what I did and flick his tongue against her clit. Instead, he parts her and pushes his tongue inside. She goes up on her toes with a gasp of shock and lets out a small giggle.

“That feels amazing but so strange,” she says.

When Malachi starts to thrust his tongue in and an out, though, her laughter fades and she moans softly.

Who would have thought our innocent Ophelia would be so sensual deep down?

Malachi stops tongue fucking her and places a soft kiss to the top of her curls, then releases her leg and stands.

He glances over to Roman. “You ought to taste her, Rome. She’s delicious.”

Roman shakes his head. “I won’t break my vows.”

“You will eventually,” Malachi says darkly. “This isn’t going to be a one and done, and you know that.”

Not wanting these two to get into an argument and derail everything, I take hold of Ophelia’s chin gently between my thumb and forefinger and turn her to face me.

“Are you ready for me, Angel?”

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