Page 141 of Godless Saints

I wanted to sink my teeth into him again. He’d never let me into his room before. Everything had its place.

The shower turned on. I should’ve stayed in bed. Ireland, New York, the Glass House, getting wrecked and wrecking him—I was wrecked. But my cock twitched at the sound of water hitting his skin.

“You’re not joining me?” Moon called.

Of course I wasn’t saying no.

I grabbed the lube and stepped in behind him. Steam and hot water closed around us. “Mmm. You smell good.” He turned, water sliding down his chest. “You okay? You look—” I grabbed the back of his neck and bent him over the tiles. “Shh, Moonshine.”

“Ahg—” The sound punched out of him. “Cillian.”

I poured lube straight down his crack. He whimpered, ass pushing back. I didn’t give him fingers. Just pushed in, slow, feeling that tight heat fight me, then open up like it was made for this.

“Fuck—Cillian.” His fingers scrabbled against the wall.

I spread his cheeks wider, watching myself disappear inside him. “You like my cock that much? Still so fucking ready after I just filled you up.”

“Cillian, mmph, we don’t—” I slapped his ass hard. The sound cracked through the steam. He moaned, clenching around me so tight my vision blurred.

I fucked him slow at first, deep, grinding against that spot until his legs shook. Then I grabbed his cock, stroking rough while I drove in harder. “Come for me, baby.”

He came with a choked sound, painting the wall, ass squeezing. I buried myself to the hilt and followed, groaning his name against his wet shoulder as I filled him again.

Water hammered our skin. I stayed buried a second longer, then pulled out slowly. My come leaked down his thigh.

Mine.

“Oh… my… god…” Moon was still braced on the tiles, legs trembling, looking back at me with those wrecked eyes. “We will never get ready for the banquet if we keep fucking each other like this.”

I grinned, slapped his ass once more. “Good. I hate banquets. I’d rather stay here and fuck you again. And again.”

He splashed water at me, cheeks flushed dark. “Get out of my shower. You don’t have your suit here anyway. Go back to Briar House. I’ll see you at the banquet.”

I kissed him hard, tasting water and him, then stepped out dripping. As I pulled on my clothes I spotted the keychain on his dresser, penguin, shamrock, crescent moon. He’d kept it.

I left Aster Court smiling.

I almost crashed into Misha as I shoved open the door to Briar House. Tux on, smirk sharp, heading out.

“Well if it isn’t the backstabbing best friend.”

“Woah, Cil—”

I grabbed his collar and dragged him back inside, slamming the door behind us.

“You left me with that Swiss psycho and Declan,” I growled.

Misha’s grin faltered. “I was heading over, but Grandfather showed up. Aleksei wasn’t around. Lovchy family shit. You know how it is.”

“Are you okay?” His eyes narrowed, scanning the bruises on my jaw, my split knuckles. “Anything I should be worried about?”

I rubbed a hand over my face. The gnawing in my chest wouldn’t fucking quit. If I left the banquet to check, Moon would know something was wrong. And I couldn’t have him looking at me like I was the monster who couldn’t even finish the job for him.

“I need to get ready. See you at the banquet.”

I brushed past him up the stairs.

“We’re good, man?” he called after me.