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“Tell me you’re wearing still white under all that black,” he whispers.
I lean my head back onto his shoulder as I enjoy the sensation of his stubble rubbing against my cheek. “Of course I am. You don’t think I’d come here without my armor on, do you?”
“Good.”
Cas releases my hands and glides his own down my sides until he reaches the elastic waistband of my skirt, slipping his fingers inside and pulling so that the fabric drops into a puddle at my feet. His hands palm my cheeks that are exposed by my tiny thong, and I laugh at the low grunt he releases. “Not much coverage area for armor, is it?”
“Just wait,” I laugh, looking over my shoulder at him. “I’m not undressed yet, am I?”
Instead of waiting for him to attempt to remove my turtleneck and having an awkward moment as I fight to escape, I turn around to face him and lift the shirt myself, pulling the neck away from my face so I don’t stain it with makeup. His sharp intake of breath when he sees the full corset top I’m wearing is exactly the kind of reaction I wanted. While I won’t force him to follow the Goddess, I do want to get him used to the idea. Showing him white in positive ways, desensitizing him to the negative connotations we’ve had drilled in our heads our entire lives will take time, but I’m willing to put in the effort.
“You are stunning,” he confesses. “Look at you, shining so bright against the darkness. No wonder they’ve always been jealous. Who could worship the Radiant God with you standing before them?” He grabs me by the hips and lifts me until I’m seated at the very edge of the altar. I can’t help the squeak that escapes when he takes me by surprise, but it turns into a pleased hum as Cas spreads my legs and drops to his knees in front of me. “Now, Priestess, it’s time for me to worship at your altar.”
I’m sitting so close to the edge that keeping my balance is difficult. I lean back one hand and slide the other down my stomach until my fingers find my already wet center. The height of the altar is perfect for Cas to reach me while on his knees, so I hook the edge of my panties and pull them aside to expose myself to him. Why take my panties off when they provide such a brilliant contrast against the black of the cloth I’m sitting on?
The glide of his palms up the inside of my thighs sends a shiver up my spine, and just the thought of my Goddess and I being worshiped on this altar instead of the false god it was created for only heightens my senses. My head falls back in bliss when he licks up my center. I already know I won’t be able to hold myself up for long, especially when his growl sends a shock of vibration through me. Unlike his first stroke, Cas has no interest in starting off slowly. As worked up as I am by the situation, scene, and by Cas himself, I don’t think it’ll take very long for me to come.
He picks up the pace, licking my clit in time with the thrust of his fingers. I’m so desperate to come that I can’t help but run my fingers through his hair and pull him tighter to me, grinding against his mouth and begging for more. Unable to hold myself up anymore I fall back against the surface of the altar, covering my mouth in an attempt to keep my cries from being heard by anyone who may be in the building. Moments later, Cas sucks my clit into his mouth and rotates his fingers inside me. I detonate, body shaking and back arching off the soft surface of the altar. He licks me slowly until I come back down from my high, and finally rises when I allow my legs to fall limp.
Standing, he licks his lips and wipes his chin. “Scoot back, Laur. Let me see you laid out against all that darkness.”
Obeying, I scoot back slowly and turn so I can stretch out along the length of the altar, raising my arms above me to cover the entire space. Clothes rustle, and by the time I look at him Cas is completely naked. He was fit when we were younger, but he wasn’t fit like this. His muscles are honed in all the right places and provide a stunning backdrop for his impressive erection. He moves to the end of the altar where there is some space left and easily lifts himself to join me on top.
Shaking his head as he rakes his gaze over me from fingers to toes, he sighs. “Though I never believed in him, I officially renounce the Radiant God. I could never follow someone who tried to keep you from being all that you are. You outshine him.”
He prowls up my body and drops his weight on me, dipping his head to meet my lips in a slow, sensual dance. I lift my legs to wrap them around his waist, sighing into his mouth when he guides himself inside me. He’s sliding in and out of me at the same achingly slow pace of his kiss, and though I’d love to spend forever defiling this temple, every moment we spend here is a moment closer to being caught. I grip his ass and brace my feet on the altar so I can raise my hips to meet his thrusts. He immediately follows my lead and increases the speed and force, and I’m so lost in the pleasure that I almost miss the sound of the back door to the temple being pushed open. We both freeze for a moment before scrambling off the altar and snatching up all of our clothing. There’s nowhere for us to hide, and we won’t be able to make it to the front doors, so I snatch up the bottom of the table cloth and point under the altar. There’s so much extra fabric it’s almost impossible to gather enough of it to make a gap, but we manage.
We’ve just made it under and pulled the cloth back into place when we hear two male voices and feel the vibration of their heavy steps on the floor. Luckily, it’s pitch black under here.Thankfully, the thick cloth is blocking out what little light there is in the room, so I'm not worried about them seeing us.
“I appreciate you seeing us, Reverant. Amanda has been acting out, going on dates with non-believers, and making bad choices. She needs to be reminded that her focus should be on the Father, not the boys and other things that won’t last.”
“I understand, of course. You may take a seat while we ask the Father for his blessing.”
I’m so focused on the sound of the retreating footsteps that I almost scream when Cas finds me in the dark. “Amanda, please kneel in front of the altar.”
“Dad, do I really have to do this?” a young girl whines. “This isn’t fair!”
“Life isn’t fair,” the Reverant snaps in response. “Is it fair to both your father and our Father that you reject the light that is generous enough to shine upon you? That you embarrass them by your actions?” Instead of responding, the young girl simply groans. “Now, Amanda. Kneel before the altar of your god. We need to remind you that His love is more satisfying than any other.”
I allow an amused huff to leave my lips, shaking my head that anyone would believe this utter bullshit. His words do give me a fantastic idea though. I turn towards where I felt Cas reaching from and crawl towards him until I can whisper in his ear. “Do you think his love is more satisfying? Or will you let me prove he can’t compare?”
Cas leans his head against me, releasing a deep sigh and turning to respond. “I await your instruction, Priestess.”
I no longer care about what is going on around us. I push against his chest to silently instruct him to lay back and crawl up his body until I’m straddling his hips. My panties are still shifted to the side so there’s no barrier between us, allowing me to easily guide him back inside me. I want to release the moan that is building in my chest but don’t want to be caught, so I bite my lower lip in an attempt to keep quiet. Rocking back and forth, I brace my hands on his chest and struggle to find the balance between movement and silence.
The Reverant’s voice raises in volume, almost to the point of yelling. The shock of it causes me to stutter in my movement, a hesitation which Cas takes full advantage of. He grips my waist and does that super sexy sit up without having to use your arms thing, and all I can think about is how I wish I would have been able to watch it happen. One hand slides around my back and the other tangles in my hair, the pressure of his hold adding that extra something that makes this moment perfect.
“Do you hear that?” he whispers. “It's a purity blessing. Do you think it has a chance of working with us desecrating the temple at the same time?”
“Let’s hope not,” I breathe. I’m finished talking; I want to come again right under the Reverant’s righteous nose. I pull his lips to mine, licking them in a plea for him to open to me. He does, his tongue meeting mine while each new movement causes my clit to rub against his skin.It creates such a delicious friction it’s almost unbearable in this situation.
“Come for me, Priestess. Make their ceremony yours.”
Instead of moaning, I bury my face in the crook of his neck, speeding up the roll of my hips as I chase the explosion we both know is coming. Cas pulls the bra cup of my corset down and leans forward to lick my breast and pull my nipple into his mouth and the added stimulation is the final piece I needed. I shove the palm of my hand into my mouth and bite down, putting the force of the scream I desperately need to release into that bite. The tightening of my pussy must be what Cas was waiting for, because he pulls us together one last time and shudders as he finds his own release.
Satisfied and tired, I climb off of his lap and curl up against him as we wait for our opportunity to escape. Cas trails his fingers along the curve of my spine as we catch our breath, snickering quietly at his father’s dramatic performance. Warm, fairly comfortable, and fully sated, I let his words fade into the background of my mind as I slowly drift to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
