Redemption: A Custos Novel

by Emjay Soren

  He looked at me like I was crazy. For all I knew, I was. But I could see the truth in this, and I knew I was right.

  “No, I can admit what I like.”

  “No, Preacher. You can’t.” I wrapped my arms around him aligning our bodies. He was so much taller and broader than me that his cock rested against my stomach and I had to look up. He brought his hand to the side of my face, his knuckles gently stroking my cheek.

  “You're so delicate little Bird.”

  “You’re a very sweet and filthy vampire.”

  He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. He was still fighting what I said. “Preacher, I came from nothing. I had no religion, no family values. I lived by the state's rules and most of my sexual experience comes from my days as a drugged out whore.” I could see he hated what I said about myself, but the truth was the truth. However I colored it, I was still the same. “I know you think that how it may have been with your wife, or maybe the women before me, that it could have seemed wrong. You were a priest, Preacher, a Catholic priest. That alone could fuck with your head when you’re turned on. I promise that whatever has been holding you back is welcome here between us, and I know it’s not fear.” I kissed him softly and cupped his face in my hands. “It’s shame and it’s pointless between us.”

  He cupped my face. I’m sure to anyone who would have sen us in that moment we'd have looked like a couple in love, but we were two broken halves. two broken halves trying to come together to make a whole. “You’re so smart Tavern. You see things that I've hidden for years. I don’t know how to even think without the shame or excuses.”

  “Excuses smooshes. I liked giving you head Preacher. You eat pussy like you were born to do it, and I think you’ll fuck like a stallion. But I only want to do this with you if we do what is natural and feels good for us. There is nothing depraved or wrong about how you want me. As long as you respect me and don’t seek to hurt me, then I'm open for everything.”

  “It can’t be that simple.”

  I dropped my arms and walked backwards toward the bed. “Stop making excuses and come fuck me Preacher. However you want to. My body is your playground! Have a blast.”

  I scooted back on the bed and watched him slowly make the decision to come to me. It was a sight to see, such a delectable man fight himself to have his way with me. He was sweet in his fear, but his fears were ridiculous. “I feel like if I do or say the things I want to that it will somehow degrade you.” He said, walking toward the bed. “The women I sleep with are like me in a sense. They're usually pretty easy and down for anything. They're the sort of women who have no moral compass or self respect. I choose them for that reason.”

  He was worried about my time at Bliss. “Preacher, if I would have had a choice when I was at Bliss, I would have chosen to run. I was drugged and addicted with my moral compass aimed at my next high. I have self respect, don’t doubt it for a minute. Because of the respect I have for myself I'm comfortable saying that I want to be fucked. Raw, hard however feels good. I would tell you if I wasn’t comfortable with anything you did. I am giving you free reign to see what it’s like to have no inhibition sex for once.”

  “I wouldn’t know where to start.” He says and roams his eyes over my body as he begins stroking his cock again.

  “Say whatever comes to your mind first. What do you want to do to me?”

  His eyes zero in on my pussy and the finger I have rolling over my clit. “Right now little Bird I just want inside.”

  I lean back and spread my legs. I am being far more brazen than I normally would be, but I’m trying to prove a point. I drop my other hand to my pussy as well and spread myself open to his gaze. “Get inside me then.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Preacher

  I wasn’t waiting for a written invitation. I climbed on the bed and between her legs with vampire speed that made her flinch. “Pretty pussy you have little Bird. I’m about to dirty it all up, that ok?” I was going to mess this perfect girl up. I knew what I was doing and it was stupid. She couldn’t let me be free like this and see all of me without consequence. I had to keep this to the letter by our agreement and nothing else. Emotions were banned and there was no negotiating that.

  I palmed my cock and saved my masochistic thoughts for another time. Right now I wanted to fuck my little Bird wild. I slipped inside slowly knowing after having had my fingers inside of her that it would be a tight fit. “You’re like a vice on me Tavern. Relax a little. You say you want me, then let me in.”

  “Fuck Preacher! You’re huge. No pussy will ever be ready for this.”

  Even knowing I was hurting her I still smiled. There wasn’t a guy out there that didn’t want to hear that all day, every day. “Say shit like that anytime you want a smile outta me.”

  She laughed, I had never experienced laughter in the sack.

  Once I was in all the way I groaned and waited for her to let me release it all. “I’m ok just go slow a few times alright?” I could hear the uncertainty in her voice and I pulled out.

  “What are you doing?” She was frustrated and I realized why. Even after the argument and the orgasm I gave her earlier I was still going to fuck a woman who was functioning with Bliss in her veins. She must hate me, but I would find a way make it up to her.

  “You’re too tense. If I try and fuck you hard you're gonna tear, and I can't hurt you Bird, because I have a feeling that once won’t be enough after I get back inside of you.”

  I pulled her legs apart and began stroking her. “Okay.” She sighed when I licked her clit.

  “We Irish call this an Aussie kiss.” She laughed and I nuzzled into her further, slipping two fingers inside. God, she was hot and wet and so fucking tight.

  “Once I get you good and wet I'm going to fuck you, come inside this perfect hole and drench it so I can slip in again and again till we've had our fill.” My words did something to her because a wave of silken fluid rushed my fingers and I could have fuckin’ come right then and there.

  “You like how I’m talkin to ya Bird?”

  She rolled her hips and cried out when I curled my fingers deep inside. I knew how to please a woman. Do it right once and you will never forget how you did it. Emme was the love of my life and I would never tarnish her name or her memory, but she had been a whore. She taught me how to please a woman in seconds, how to drag it out and make it last, and I paid attention and took notes.

  “That’s it right there. Come for me so I can fuck this sweet wet pussy.”

  With a shout she gave me everything she had. I pulled from her body and put my fingers to her lips, tracing them in her juices. I lined my cock up against her and pressed in. “Kiss me!” I demanded and thrust deeply inside her as our tongues met. I could feel her and taste her and hear her pleasured whimpers as I nipped at her lips.

  I paused when I was as deep as I could go. “Tell me when and I’ll give you everything.”

  “Now, please…move Preacher…fuck me.”

  Fuck, I liked a beggar.

  I pulled back and thrashed myself home inside her again and again, catching her cries in my mouth with my kiss. She was a remarkable lover and I knew I was in deep, so completely fucked, but I couldn’t help but push deeper and hope for more. It was after the rush and the exhaustion that my senses would return. Here and now, inside of her, I wanted a second chance for love. I wanted Emme to rest in peace, to let her go and feel no guilt. I wanted to hold on to Tavern as long as I could.

  I grabbed her by the arms and lifted as I fell back on my knees. I fit her over my hips, her legs splayed on either side and held her tight little ass in the palms of my hands. “Fuck me, ride my dick.”

  She grasped my neck and held on as she rocked her hips and pulled me deeper. I wanted her to come so we could get this first time out of the way. I slipped my hand between her legs and stroked her clit. “I don’t think I can again.” She panted and moaned.

  “I’ll make sure of it. Feel my thumb and how you hi
t it with each thrust? Focus on that and the feel of me deep. How I stroke that pussy with every push inside you. God you take me so deep, Bird, for such a petite little thing you take my dick well.”

  There it was, that flutter inside that said she was close. She liked when I talked to her, said dirty things to make her blush. “Lean back, let me stroke that spot deep inside, make you scream.” She did as I asked and I twisted my hips as I drove inside. She belted out a curse and shook against me, tightening and sucking me in.

  “Bleedin’ hell that’s a fine fuckin’ thing.”

  She was now lax against my chest, still on my lap as I pushed up into her. “You're soppin’ wet Bird and I’m about to drench you even more.” My fangs punched down with devious intent and I had to fight to keep from biting her. I felt like I had been kicked in the back the way my orgasm pulsed through me. I couldn’t keep us upright any longer and held her hips tight to me as I dropped us to the mattress, my dick punching inside of her, coating her pussy with my being. When the last tremor freed me from its hold I rolled from atop her, scared she couldn’t breathe. Arm over my eyes I lay there reeling from how fucking good that was. It was…right… and that terrified me. I wanted to run, leave, and avoid any pillow talk. Well, that was until she spoke.

  “So I think I need my own room.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Tavern

  It had been two weeks of the same. Each and every night Preacher and his gang of disciples went out looking for my past. I don’t know why they bothered, it's not like I would have given my life five stars even before my abduction. As for Preacher and I trying to work Bliss from my system… well that was more fun than work.

  I had moved to my room just hours after our first time together and we had been circling one another since. He had taken a personal interest in my well being. I was eating three square meals a day that were high in protein and vitamins and snacks throughout the day consisting of fruits and vegetables. It was like being in pre-school the way he looked after me.

  I wasn’t allowed to leave the mansion without him or one of the other immortals. Which leads me to my outing today. London was taking me shopping. I tried to argue that she had done enough by letting me wear the clothes she'd brought me a few weeks back.

  After pouting for a few minutes she had her debate. “See, had I not killed you, you would have gotten out of there and been able to make your way back to Vegas.”

  “I would have been no different than I am now, London. I was still a drug addled whore.”

  Rolling her eyes. “Yeah, but you can’t get that far from me because I drank from you. We're bonded in a way.”

  We had learned one thing about my arrival into Seattle. Apparently, I go where London goes, and though I have a wide berth, I’m still stuck with her. “I refuse to see that kind of logic, because it’s not logical”

  She stomped her foot, a move that was a staple to the stunning woman before me. “It is logic, because I have more money than I know what to do with. It's logic because you need the clothes and because you are half of me and I want to go shopping.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I am not half of you, I'm just connected to you. And I refuse to let you buy me anything without some sort of repayment structure!” On this point I was adamant. They had officially taken me in, fed me and up till now had even clothed me. I would repay their generosity. “If you do this I will be cleaning and doing laundry and I’ll cook for you, Bastian and myself.”

  She scoffs at me and starts for the door, talking as she leaves so I'll follow her. "That’s absurd. I can’t see Preacher being fine with his woman slaving away in the kitchen for the food eaters because of a few outfits. It’s just not his style.”

  I had stopped still as a stone. His woman? “I am not his woman.” My voice was shaky and I felt my hands go all clammy. Even the thought of Preacher and I made me wet and frustrated. The feeling only intensified when it was daytime because he was sleeping. He had told me to wake him, preferably with a handjob or 'a good suckin’'. I never had though because I felt bad knowing how exhausted he was.

  “Girl you act like we don’t hear the two of you!”

  I was beet red and getting redder by the second. I assumed the supernaturals in the house could hear us, but not London. Not that this would have mattered normally, but London wasn’t like anyone I had ever met. She didn’t have a filter. She said whatever she thought out loud and proud. “Please stop!” I cringed, but she only laughed harder.

  “No way! I love that Preacher is getting some on the reg. He was always so uptight and depressed.”

  “He still is uptight and depressed.”

  “No, he’s frustrated and awkward. Trust me, you have never seen Preacher depressed.” She shook like the memory of a depressed Preacher gave her the creeps. “He brought a whole new meaning to the word dark. You seem to have lightened his spirit some.”

  In a rare moment of bluntness myself, “No I make him come and a lot. That would make any guy less sad.”

  We both laughed and after a few more arguments on my behalf I finally agreed to go with her willingly. That’s how I found myself in Bellevue, Washington at the Bellevue Mall. I was thinking Wal-Mart, not Prada and Dolce & Gabbana. I get that London has money, but I could think of better things to spend it on than a pair of Manolos.

  “I am really not comfortable with this London.” I say as Bastian walks between us, both London and I have linked our arms through his. He would never admit it, but I think Bas likes girl time.

  “She won't listen.” Bastian says, and holds the door open for both of us. “She completely took over shopping for all of us. If you don’t concede, she'll just do it herself.”

  “What are you saying Bas?” She asks, then looks at me. “He says it so candidly because he and Leush were already pretty well manicured. It was Preacher and Cash that needed my assistance.”

  He laughs and nods, but I don’t get it. Seeing my confused look she went on.

  “Preacher was a wreck when I came along. He wore khakis and sneakers with some old flannel shirt. Cash wore black anything, but he relented to my shopping for him. I don’t think Preacher noticed till he saw his khakis were slowly disappearing, and by then he didn’t care anymore.”

  I didn’t know what to say. I was slightly offended because people had individuality. The other part of me was impressed with how deep this woman’s control ran. That, and Preacher was sexy as fuck. Drug or no drug, the vampire was sex flavored candy to my hormones.

  “I just hate the price tag.” Then she did it, she found the way into my heart and I never saw it coming. “Well if it will make you feel better, every dollar I spend, even gas money, I match and send to local charities. There is a shelter fund that I donate to but I also donate my time as a professional chef. I go every Sunday I have free and cook for the Seattle Hope and Hands shelter. There are others; a few adoption centers throughout the state for drug addicted babies is one of them…” She trailed off and I was so intrigued I wanted to hear more.

  “May I come and help you some time?” I asked and saw the distant look of sadness that had been on her perfect face disappear almost instantly. There was a story there and I always loved a good story.

  “I would love that Tavern. I always go with Bas because it’s during the day.” She spoke as she beelined for the Michael Kors. “I'm going this Sunday, so be ready to cook and I’ll gladly keep you around.” She smiled and winked and it struck me how she could seem so completely shallow and clueless, then turn around and shock you with her depth.

  After hours of 'try this on', or ‘oooooh, this is your color’ we left with Bastian loaded down with bags and boxes, and me set for the next lifetime. London leaned in close and whispered in my ear, “I asked Bastian to wait in the sitting area while we slip into Victoria’s Secret.”

  I felt that blush again that London always seemed to bring out of me. “Is Cash into that sort of thing?” I ask hoping to divert the entire trip into her relationship.


  She laughs, “Cash is into anything I wear, and nothing. The man is so easy to please.”

  I laugh and find myself thinking about Preacher and what I thought he might like. Just as quickly as I thought it, I snuffed the idea. This was not a relationship, it was need and sex. Preacher loved, and would always love another. I was the warm body and he was the service. Those were our labels, and I had no right thinking of sex games and romantic nights. Well, maybe the sex games because Preacher was a bit of a freak and I loved that about him. If there was such thing as building forever on sexual compatibility then we were prime candidates. I liked the dark side of his sexual nature, the extremes he took me to. He was a demanding lover and insatiable, which worked for me and my near constant need for sex.

  “Maybe we can find a little naughty nun set for you. Shock the Father to his soul.” London and I both busted up laughing. “Seriously though, what do you think he would like?” She asked as she looked through racks of lacy bras and barely there night gowns. She removed a few from the racks, placed them over her arm and kept looking.

  “I don’t think lingerie is his thing. He kind of prefers me in skin.” There I said it. I talked about sex with Preacher, in a round about way, with a straight face. I had to tread carefully here. I didn’t know what London knew of Preachers tastes or skills, but being that they were ‘besties’ as London referred to them, I assumed she had to have an idea.

  “No way. Preacher has got to be the romantic guy when it comes to sex, the sensual kind. I bet he would prefer silk.” She began looking at silk things and I just played along. Preacher was not sensual and definitely not a romantic. He was aggressive and filthy and very creative.

  After grabbing a few silk nighties and some new bras and panties, I begged to be done. Just as we were checking out I felt it. Nex were here and super close. I had radar to the fuckers and my skin was crawling. Before I could warn London, one of them stepped in front of me.