cupped the back of her neck. I remembered how much she liked that the first time, and forced her head still as I leaned over to pull another kiss from her mouth.
We were both desperate for release now—I could feel it the frenzied way she kissed me. How she pulled me down on top of her with inhuman strength, maximizing our skin-to-skin contact as her heels dug into my ass.
“Stavros, yes, more, like that…” Her whines, whimpers, and pleas were my fucking undoing.
“Deyva…”
Her name on a choked moan was my last word before my pleasure crested without warning. I felt light, bodiless, and yet anchored to her as my release surged through me. Just as she said, her pussy convulsed around me to match the jerks and throbs of my cock, wringing every last drop from me.
My weightlessness turned to heaviness, a deep, satisfying fatigue settling into me. Still holding her neck, I pressed another breathless kiss to Deyva’s flushed, plump lips before withdrawing from her.
“I’d carry you to the couch but…” My speech nearly slurred, each word taking a monumental effort. “…Don’t think I can make it.”
She released a deep sigh, hugging around me as she brushed a kiss across my forehead. “Sorry. I think I got carried away and took too much.”
“S’okay.” I lifted my head, my skull feeling like the weight of a bowling ball as I found her eyes, now green with her deep satiation and satisfaction. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
She giggled, nuzzling her face into my neck, as if shy. “Think you can manage rolling over and spooning me?”
“Think so.”
I slid off to the side, rolling over and bending my knees so she could have a spot to fit against me. Deyva followed my movement, bringing her back to my chest and her legs against mine. My feet still dangled over the edge of the small altar table, but it was comfortable enough.
“I’m sorry,” she repeated, pulling my arm around her and bringing my knuckles to her lips. “I didn’t realize I took so much. You’ll feel better within an hour.”
“Already feel better,” I murmured into her hair. My lips brushed against one of her horns and I pressed a kiss to the ridged surface. I thought I felt her whole body shiver, but it was hard to tell with my senses so numb. “Feel fuckin’ amazing.”
Whatever she was about to answer became a small gasp as we heard the clank of a metal key in the chapel’s front lock, and the creak of the heavy door as it opened.
10
No one is Without Sin
Zach
Peaceful sleep had escaped me for as long as I could remember, until she started coming to me in my dreams. Now that the succubus was physically here, and no longer in my head, a deep, dreamless sleep was just as tempting as what she offered me in my dreams.
I had to keep reminding myself that it was all an illusion, something she conjured up to lull me into a sense of complacency. The fatigue, the long days, and the endless fighting against the hellions, that was where God needed my focus. He needed us, needed me, to serve and protect our settlement. Whether this succubus was put in my path as a test from Him or the devil, I would not succumb to her.
She was a distraction, a Jezebel. Us three ran ourselves ragged so our flock wouldn’t have to. But what a test of human spirit this little succubus was.
I had been tested in such a way once before, and nearly did succumb. Such a mistake wouldn’t happen twice.
The memory blanketed me in shame, the humiliation of being escorted out of Sunday school by my Bishop was just as palpable now as it was then. I was so absorbed in my own weakness that I almost missed the sound of the cottage door opening and closing gently, like someone was sneaking out.
I held my breath, not daring to make a sound as I listened, but heard nothing. Pushing myself up in bed, I pulled aside the curtain just in time to see Stavros turn out of sight behind the church.
Letting the curtain fall back into place, I frowned to myself. What would he be doing in the church in the middle of the night?
No, he wouldn’t.
Actually, yes, he would.
“Fucking Stav,” I cursed, flopping back down onto the mattress.
The older priest—if I could still call him that—both infuriated and fascinated me. He took me under his wing when I first came