Page 182 of Degradation
I shudder, wrapping the shawl around my body at the thought. It’s getting late, the heat of the sun is ebbing away, and I turn, slowly making my way back up. Calix walks silently beside me like he’s on patrol, his footsteps barely audible as he moves his massive weight.
As I get halfway, I hear the crunch of gravel telling me someone else is here. I pause, listening, wondering if it’s one of the few servants we have. Only, I know that stride. I know that arrogant swagger.
“Devin,” I breathe while Calix wags his tail in excitement.
His arms grab me before I can say anything more. His tongue delves into my mouth and he’s devouring me like he needs to taste my very soul.
He’s been gone a few days this time, not long, and yet, it feels like forever.
As I break away, I can smell something, something that makes me nose wrinkle, that makes me pause. But before I can say anything he’s pulling me down and he manhandles me until I’m on top of him, until I’m straddling his face.
“Devin,” I gasp as he pulls my underwear aside and starts tongue up and along me.
I throw my head back, grinding against him, feeling as brings me closer and closer to climax.
My knees dig into the gravel, my thighs scream in protest as I ride his face like the filthy whore I am.
He groans, sliding his hand around under my thigh before he slips a long finger into my arsehole.
“Oh fuck.” I scream, half in shock, half in pleasure.
He growls out, starting to thrust into me as I continue to grind my pussy against his mouth. No matter how many times he tongue fucks me, it’s not enough. It will never be enough.
And then suddenly, I’m tipped over the edge, I’m climaxing so hard I’m certain I’m practically drowning him.
He grips my thighs, holding me in place and then slowly, let’s me move to lay beside him.
I curl up into his chest, but instead of feeling his usual calm, he feels tense. He feels like a raging beast about to go off.
“Devin?”
He lets out a low breath, “I just needed a moment.” He says gruffly.
“A moment for what?”
He lets out a deep sigh, one that feels so weighted. “She’s dead. Ines is dead.”
“What?” I gasp in shock. My body trembles as I realise some serious shit must have gone down. And here I was, blissfully unaware, thinking everything was all sunshine and roses. “What happened?”
“They got in while we were away. I don’t know how. We came back to find a massacre.”
I gulp, trying not to imagine how horrific that must have been for her, how scared she must have been. Ines is our Grand Master’s wife –wasour Grand Master’s wife. He loved her, adored her. And now she’s dead.
“You don’t think…?”
“It was them.” Devin confirms. “The Esau. I know they were behind it. We caught one of them and they all but confirmed it before we executed him.”
I knew they weren’t all gone. I knew the conspiracy stretched further than just Britain, but still, they got intohishome, the Grand Master’s actual villa.
“What does it mean?” I whisper. But I know what it means, what this is, it’s war. More war.
“Antonio is already hunting them.” He replies. “I was granted a few days to come here and ensure your security before I joined him.”
I shudder, looking around, and though I obviously can’t see a damn thing, it’s hard not to imagine the sound of cracking twigs, of people sneaking up, making their way to come and murder us both. But Calix would alert us to that, Calix would already be growling if that was the case.
“I thought we were safe here.” I murmur with a shudder.
“You are safe.” He says. “I cherry-picked every single guard. I’ve done everything imaginable to ensure no one will get anywhere near you.”
