Twins : The Church Series Book 2

by Tiya Rayne

  “You look so fucking good choking on my cock. Now, I wonder how good you will look coming on my face.”

  Releasing her hair, I get to my knees between her legs. I make short work of getting her out of her pants, underwear, and shoes. I yank the legs of the chair, bringing my meal closer to me. Shoving the back of her legs up and out of the way, I spit onto her clit and watch it run down into her pretty pussy.

  Diving between her legs, I suck her pulsing clit into my mouth. She screams. We are far enough from the others, they can’t hear us, but if anyone comes looking, they will know exactly what we’re doing the moment they get in the hall.

  I rub circles over her nub with my tongue. She rolls her hips against my soaking wet face. I add two fingers into her tightness, hooking them upward.

  I move them as if I’m motioning for her to come here. I suck her clit one last time, trying to sip her soul from her body. Her back arches off the chair and her limbs shoot straight out like a star.

  “I’m coming. I’m coming,” she screams as she creams all over me.

  I drink her dry, taking in every bit of her essence. Even dipping my tongue into her cavern to take the sweet nectar from the source. Once I’ve drunk all of her, I sit up on my knees.

  Lia’s body is so loose, she looks as if she has no bones, but I’m not done with her. I grab her ankle spinning her to the left. She’s now seated sideways in the chair, arm thrown over the back of it. Standing, I rub a hand down my chin to clean my face as I move to the side of the chair back between her legs.

  “When I’m done, you won’t walk out of here the same, and you won’t be able to sit for a day. I’m going to make sure every inch of your body knows I was here.”

  I wrap my hand around her throat, her lust-heavy eyes shut, before opening back up. Grabbing the back of her thigh, I hike her leg up and bring her pelvis up toward me, while pushing her head toward the floor by her neck. She has one hand on the ground, holding her up and one on the back of the chair.

  I release her neck as I grab my cock, lining it up with her opening. I smack the head of it against her wet pussy lips.

  “What’s my name?”

  She looks a little confused at first, but then replies breathlessly, “Seth.”

  That’s all I wanted to hear. I push my hips forward, groaning with each inch I claim. My dick finds its place as if it’s home. Yeah, I come as soon as I enter her.

  When her tight hot walls clamp down on my length, I can’t hang on. Hell, it’s been a while. Even still, I keep on moving. I power through my first nut, without softening.

  “Seth, oh my god,” she cries out as I drill into her tightness. Her head hangs off the side of the chair, her hair brushing the floor as I continue to fuck her senseless. Sweat beads and falls between my brows, but I keep pounding. Her heavy breasts bounce up and smack her in the chin with each thrust.

  I stop just long enough to pull out, lowering her back to the chair. I grab her up by her neck, and kiss her hard, biting down on her lip. I trail kisses down to the apex of her thighs, sinking my teeth into every inch of her flesh I come in contact with. She’s going to be covered in bite marks tomorrow. The thought of it has my dick jumping.

  I bury my face back between her thighs, devouring her pussy. She scratches at my back, the stinging feeling not enough to pull me away from my meal. I pleasure her until she comes again on a long moan.

  Once she’s done, I flip her over in the chair. This time her stomach is lying across the seat and her ass is poking out toward me. Fuck, her ass looks amazing pushed out for me.

  I run my hand over her round globes, before lifting them and bringing it back down hard. She cries out and then squeals as I run my tongue over the hot skin. I do it again, smacking her ass and then licking the spot to soothe it.

  Her cream runs down her legs more and more each time my hand comes down. Her thighs are covered in the glistening essence. I shove into her from behind, loving the wet sounds her pussy makes for me.

  She cries out as I lift my leg onto the seat beside her, coming down into her heat rather than going straight into it. I smack her ass again when she lifts a hand to try to keep me from going too deep.

  “No, fuck that, Lia, this is my pussy.”

  I fist a hand in her hair and pull her head back, arching her back for me. Kissing her again, I slow down my strokes only slightly so I can reach her lips. I take control of her mouth with my tongue.

  While she’s distracted, I pull out to the head of my cock and slam back in. She screams against my lips and I swallow the sound.

  I can’t get enough of her. I want to go so deep in her I plant my fucking seed directly in her uterus. She’s ours.

  She will carry my child someday soon. I bury my face in her neck and growl as I feel my seed shoot out of me and fill her womb, I still don’t stop fucking. I rock right through my orgasm.

  I pull out of her and tug her to her feet. This time, I sit in the chair before bringing her down on top of me. Her back is to my front. After lining myself up with her opening, she slowly lowers down on me.

  The moment she’s seated, I wrap my hand around her throat and pull her head back to my shoulder.

  “Dance on my dick like you dance in your kitchen,” I whisper the command in her ear.

  She moves tentatively at first, rolling her hips and lifting them up. I release her neck to bring my hands around to her breasts. I cup one in each hand and gently squeeze before tugging on her nipples. She moans when I pinch them between my fingers.

  “That feels so good,” she cries out.

  I let one of her buds go, trailing my hand down her chest to her soaking wet center. Dancing my fingers over her nub, she starts to buck. I squeeze her nipple as I continue to circle her clit.

  She throws her head back and comes so loud I’m pretty sure the others heard her. I allow time for her to come down off her orgasm before I push the center of her back, causing her to fall forward. Her hands are on the floor between my legs, but she’s still straddling me. I hold her hips as I fuck her from below.

  She claws at the floor and pant as I drive into her.

  “All of you belongs to me. Say it,” I bark.

  “All of me belongs to you,” she keens.

  I smack her ass one more time before holding her butt cheeks open. Her rosette looks back at me and I hock a glob of spit onto her puckered hole and then slowly guide my thumb in. She whines but doesn’t stop me.

  I get the entire finger in before gently pulling it back out. I fuck her slickness while my digit fucks her asshole.

  “Seth,” her head tosses back as she screams my name. This time when she comes, she soaks me down to my sack. The grip her orgasm has on my cock has my eyes crossing and a growl coming from my lips as I bathe her walls in semen. I come so long, for a second, I fear I may never stop.

  Finally, after I have given her all that I can give, I pull her up and wrap my arms around her waist, hugging her from behind. I hold onto her, my ear pressed to her back, listening to the sound of her rapid heartbeat.

  “I love you, Candy girl.”

  She chuckles, lifting her hand over her shoulder to run it through my sweaty hair. “I love you too, Seth.”

  Placing one last kiss on her shoulder, I tell her, “Go get cleaned up.”

  I nod toward the restroom. She stands and wobbles a little before following my direction, closing the bathroom door behind her. Getting up, I grab the pregnancy test off the table.

  Flipping the test around, one word has me smiling from ear to ear.

  “We’re going to be a daddy,” I say to my brother.

  His presence is immediate as he shoves me to the back and regains control. I think to fight him but choose to surrender. He deserves to enjoy this moment.

  Lucien

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  The moment Malia walks out of the bathroom and looks at me, she smiles.

  “Hey, Luc.”

  I hold out a hand for her to come to me. She walks into me an
d I place a kiss on her lips.

  “We’re about to grow as a family.” I hand her the test, watching as she reads the results.

  Her hand comes up to cover her mouth and tears start to fall.

  “Are you happy?” I have to ask.

  I’m not without issues, and although Dissociative disorders like mine aren’t hereditary, it is a lot to think about when having a child with someone.

  Malia turns to me, wipes her tears and smiles. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been. And I can’t wait to raise this baby with you and Seth.”

  My heart fills with peace as I kiss the woman that I love more than anything.

  “Let’s go back out there before they come looking for us. And for now, I want to keep this news between us. Is that okay?”

  “Yes.”

  We clean up as best we can before heading back out front.

  The moment we walk back up front to join the others all eyes turn to us. There are five of us here. It’s after hours and it’s only us. My crazy family.

  My daughter is sitting on the floor in front of the gas fireplace, reading a book. I can’t wait to tell Emory she will be a big sister. I don’t think I can be any happier.

  “Where the hell have you two been?” Priest asks the moment we take a seat. “And why did Seth leave?”

  “Do you really want the answer to those questions?” I ask. Hawk laughs and Priest holds up his hand.

  “I’ll pass.”

  “What’s your plan for the kid?” Hawk asks as his laughter dies down. “Will the Church still come for her?”

  Hawk is here, but Brooklyn hasn’t arrived yet. She and Hawk will be with us until the morning. As of right now they’re safe, but we will definitely send them on their way.

  Zel is in charge of picking Brooklyn up and grabbing food. He is the only one who was willing to do it.

  “Shep and Wolf never reported they found her. Lucky for me, I found their laptops. As of this moment, the puzzler is labeled deceased in all Church files.” That’s the first thing I did after we raided that abandoned building.

  Ari is sitting beside Many on the sofa, his head on her shoulder as she rubs his hair. She and her sisters were able to spend time with Malia and her Grams before they left. Watching my baby cry in her grandmother’s arms was a beautiful sight. After they were done, Grams called me over to give me her blessings.

  Once she leaves the hospital, she will take up the role as Goddess Mother and she will no longer be around to watch over Malia and Emory. It is now my job.

  Priest grabs a fresh muffin off the plate Malia puts down. “I hope we can keep shit calm until Beast gets out. I need all my boys here, because I think we got a shitshow coming for us.”

  “You thinking about that message from Takar?” I ask.

  That has been clawing at me too over the last twenty-four hours. At first, I thought he was the one who blew up my car and shot up the diner, but thinking back to that phone call and his concern for Malia, I don’t think it was him. Besides, that’s not his MO.

  If you take away the bomb I thought was him, Takar never struck first. Each time I went after him, I started it. The first time, Seth showed up at his apartment, and the second time, we went after him while he was having a good time.

  The only time he approached me first was at the restaurant and he did nothing threatening. Takar enjoyed mind games, he wasn’t one to shoot from a distance.

  My next logical thought would have been Shep and Wolf. However, they were always only after Emory. I did discover they were the ones who broke into the shop and Malia’s house. So who was the unseen hand?

  Malia gets up to grab her mail off the counter and flops back down beside me. Hawk freezes. His head cocks to the side, I know that look. He’s picked up on something.

  “Malia,” Hawk says. “What’s in your hand?”

  Malia looks confused. “It’s mail,” I say to Hawk. “Why?”

  “The scent. It’s Red’s.”

  I take the mail out of Malia’s hand, looking through a few of the bills and junk mail until I get to a pink envelope with a scent so burned into my head I could never forget it, Vetiver and Clary Sage. I thought I picked up on it at Hawk’s place that day, but I assumed Brooklyn liked the same thing her sister did. I bring the envelope up to my nose, only for it to be snatched away by Priest who repeats the gesture.

  The bell above the door chimes and Zel and Brooklyn walk in with carryout bags in their hands.

  “I hope everyone eats Chinese,” Brooklyn calls out.

  “Angel?” Malia says staring at Brooklyn as if she knows her.

  “What did you just call her?” I ask.

  “She looks exactly like my social worker, except with curly hair,” Malia says. “She’s the one who introduced me to Emory.”

  “My name is Brooklyn.”

  I look to Hawk and then Priest. I pull out my phone and flip through my pictures, finding the only one I have saved of Angel.

  “Was her hair like this?” I ask, handing the phone to Malia.

  She smiles. “Yes, that’s Ms. Rose. Her name is Angel Rose.”

  Priest rips the letter open and three cards fall out. He scans them over and over. “What is this?”

  “I don’t know,” Malia says. “I’ve been getting these card catalogues for months now. I have a few of them. They are usually random and have nothing in common. It’s a mystery.”

  “Or a puzzle,” I say as realization dawns on me. “Angel introduced Malia to Emory and then reconnected me to Malia. I thought finding Malia was the hunt Angel sent me on, but it was only part of it. The rest was putting the puzzle together.”

  Priest turns to Emory sitting on the floor. “What did Shep say her code name was again?”

  I smile. “The puzzler.” Turning to Malia I say, “Bring me those other cards.”

  Seven minutes later, Emory is sitting on the floor with the cards in front of her. She stacks some of them together and hands them to Malia.

  “What do they say?” Priest asks anxiously.

  Malia looks to our daughter and Emory nods her head. “Okay, in this stack there is “Song of Solomon,” “Gone for Good,” “The Partner,” and “The Fall of Five.” If I’m doing this correctly, it looks like the common theme in this stack are fugitives.”

  I look to Priest whose brows are pinched.

  “Maybe she’s trying to tell us we’re the fugitives,” Zel suggests.

  “Check the other stacks,” Priest says.

  Malia places the first stack of cards down on the coffee table. She turns to Emory who hands her another stack. She looks it over and squints.

  “Volpone,” “Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban,” “The Long Goodbye,” “Measure for Measure,” and “Tom Sawyer.” I’m pretty sure the common theme in this stack of books is faking deaths.”

  “Are you sure?” Priest asks, sitting at the end of his seat.

  Malia looks at the cards again. “Books have a lot of underlying themes going on, but the most common one in these are faking your death.”

  “Do you know what this means?” I ask no one in particular.

  “It means my sister faked her death and is a fugitive from the Church,” Brooklyn replies.

  We all sit in silence for a moment. If this is true, Angel is out there somewhere.

  “This is fun,” Ari says. “It’s like being on a game show. Tell us what the other cards say.”

  Malia takes the last two stacks from Emory then smiles. “This one is easy. “Rita Haywood and The Shawshank Redemption,” “Follow the Rabbit Proof Fence,” “The Count of Monte Cristo,” and “A Tale of Two Cities.” All these are about prisons or more like prison breaks.”

  “Prison breaks?” Zel questions. “Who’s breaking out of prison?”

  Malia holds up the last two cards. “Heart of a dog” and “Beastly.” Didn’t I hear you mention something about a beast?” I look up to a wide-eyed Priest. Our last conversation with beast comes to mind.


  ‘My time is coming,’ he had said with a smirk.

  “She’s breaking Beast out,” I say and then leap up to follow Priest.

  Priest’s Confessions

  Volume One

  Priest’s Confessions

  Volume One

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