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Maintaining eye contact, Sweetie lifts his fingers covered in our mixed juices and licks them clean. “Fucking delicious,” he growls. He lowers himself and begins licking me clean. My overly sensitive clit can’t handle the stimulation.
It takes seconds for an orgasm to build and less than a minute to climax. “I can’t take anymore.” My voice comes out as a low whine.
“But you taste so good.” With one last lick, he lays beside me, wrapping me in his arms. “I could eat you all night, Honey.”
“And as much fun as that sounds, it also sounds exhausting.”
His lips brush against my neck as he whispers, “it wouldn’t be. You just have to lay there. I’d be doing all the pleasuring.” Sharp teeth graze my collar, making me shiver. I can’t even manage the strength to lift my arm to swat at him. Gluttony chuckles against my skin, then lies on his back beside me.
After a few moments of silence, where I’m on the cusp of slumber, his voice rouses me. “I know you’re tired, but I do need to speak to you about some things.” I turn on my side with maximum effort and meet his gaze, letting him know he has my full attention. “I don’t want you to feel like I’m defending my brother, but I’d like to explain his actions.” At my slight nod, he continues. “We believe that you are being watched by the Archangels, or maybe even Adon himself. The system is… One sin or less, or under the age of seven, you get entry into the gates of heaven. Between two and four sins, your soul gets approved for reincarnation, where you get a second chance at the gates. Five or six, your soul is punished. Seven sins in a year’s time gets your soul sent straight to The Pit. Basically, your soul goes into oblivion.”
“All of that if I sin so many times within a year?”
“Yes. But it’s not just emotions. It’s your actions. You can be jealous of everyone you’ve ever met. If you never act on that jealousy, then you aren’t committing a sin.”
“Okay….” I think back to the year my grandparents died. They were killed by a drunk driver on their way to pick me up from a college party. I spiraled after. “How many did I commit?”
Sweetie wipes my hair away from my face. “All of them. You were set for The Pit when you eventually passed.” Of course, I was. “It only takes a year for Hell to grab you.”
“Well, I know I’ve sinned multiple times this year.” This is bullshit. Is it really that hard to get into Heaven?
“You can sin in wrath repeatedly, but if wrath is your only sin? You’re fine. The Pit needs one of each sin.”
The dose of morality is unbelievable. I was headed to oblivion. No more Brianna Theriot. “And God, Adon, or whatever saved me?”
“Or he sent an angel to. Regardless, since then, you never make it past four. Our goal is to make you sin and see who absolves you. I think Levi ignored you tonight so you could commit your fourth sin. Envy.”
I sit up abruptly, his arm falling off me. “But I wasn’t jealous or envious. I was pissed. And hurt. I thought I wasn’t good enough.” The last sentence is uttered in rage. I vowed to myself when Rellick was born that I would never think of myself in that way again and it only took one date with Envy for it to happen. “Wait. Four? When did I commit the others? It’s only March!”
“Well, you committed wrath before we found you. Pride when you fought your orgasm in the throne room with Lust. The first one,” he clarifies with a smirk. Lust with Belphegor, and you just committed gluttony with your seafood buffet, which was fucking delicious for me.”
Holy fuck. I’ve already committed four major sins. If I had committed envy that would put me in punishments in Hell. “What if I don’t want to commit anymore? There’s no proof that I’m favored. I don’t want to be shoved into a pit of oblivion. I want-”
Sweetie’s hands frame my face as he forces me to focus on him. “Honey, you’ve been absolved repeatedly throughout the last four years.”
“And what if they stop now that I’m with y’all?” My brain is wired to think of every worst-case scenario.
“We wouldn’t throw you into The Pit.” I nod my head at his reassuring words. Sleepy and Sweetie would never let that happen to me.
There are five other sins that could overrule them, but I won’t think about that.
Has anyone else I know thrown into The Pit? My dad? I never met him, but he died in the service. Could it be possible? What about my mom? She was only twenty-three when she passed away from cancer. She was bed ridden for those last months that I remember her. She couldn’t have been so horrific that she was punished, or worse. “What about Maw or Paw?” I look to Beelzebub. “My grandparents. Where did they go?” They raised me from the age of three, when my mom was diagnosed, until I turned 19.
“I don’t know, Honey. Do you have pictures?” I jump from my bed, running into my living room to grab my high school scrapbook that Maw-Maw and I made together. Gluttony follows, kneeling next to me on the floor as I flip through. On the very last page is my graduation photo. Me holding my diploma while my grandmother kisses my cheek, and my grandfather does the ‘peace sign’ behind my head.
I lift the book to Beelzebub to show. “This is them. Brice and Anna Boudreaux. My mom combined their names when she christened me. My father was an orphan that my grandparents fostered my mother’s junior year of high school. Paw was the football coach at the local high school and Maw-Maw was the librarian. They were so in love.”
Tears fall onto the protector over the page, and I hastily wipe them away, not wanting to ruin the scrapbook. “Brianna?” I lift my face from the photo and freeze at the sight before me. In Gluttony’s hand is my grandmother’s necklace. The one my mom and I made for her before she got sick. We melted crayons onto a pendant and covered it with glass. Maw-Maw never took it off. I buried her with it rather than keep it, one of the hardest decisions I had ever made.
With cautious fingers, I lift the necklace from his hand. “Where did you get this? Is this a snap of your fingers’ thing?”
“Rellick and I went on a treasure hunt, which loosely translates to ‘we snuck into Mammon’s room and stole it.’ I told him he could pick any treasure he wanted and that’s what he chose.”
I don’t know if my heart is full or in complete tatters. It’s like having a piece of my mom and grandparents with me again. “Where did he get it?”
“I’m not sure, Honey. It’s not like the usual treasure that he keeps. You’d have to ask him.” I hold the pendant close to my chest for a minute, then open the clasp, placing the chain around my neck. Even with it around my neck, my hand stays glued to the pendant.
There’s too much emotion going on in my life right now. Ever since I was dragged to Hell, my life has been one situation after another. “I hate to ask this, but could I be alone tonight?”
