“Doesn’t mean I can’t talk to her. Just because she doesn’t use words doesn’t mean she hasn’t communicated to me.” I scowled, cursing myself when Trent’s eyes widened in alarm.
That’s right, I was meant to be demure.
I slapped on a simpering smile and added, “Your sister has taken such good care of me.” Christabel flinched and realized my mistake. That wasn’t a dig at her leaving me to Paul’s clutches, but she obviously took it that way.
“Christabel seems to take our Lord’s words to heart, caring for our flock.” Trent gave a tentative smile from across the table. Tate frowned at his friend, but it made no difference to Christabel, who tightened in a coil so stiff that I thought she’d shatter. I focused on Kellen instead, cataloging the stress lines around his eyes and the way he mirrored his sister’s tension.
“My sister is wonderful. Pure of heart and spirit,” his voice was throaty with a tinge of guilt? My skin tingled, and I gasped, smothering it with a cough. It was happening again. I could feel him leeching my power. That was my lust goddammit. I had to endurePaul Wickerfor this. I wasn’t about to let Kellen take it again. The first time he’d surprised me, but I was almost certain that Kellen was not entirely human. Not if he was doing this to me. Twisting the ring on my finger, I let the invisible shield it held wash over me.
There was a cool, prickling sensation and the gentle suck of power stopped. His eyes flickered to me in surprise, like he felt the connection cut off. Was this all a game or was he truly unaware of what he was doing? I wished I could pin him down and see how he reacted to my body. That would tell me the truth. But either way, I had a suspicion about what his true form was, and it filled me with shock. He shifted discretely in his chair, and I pursed my lips. Was he affected by me? Surely not. I knocked my fork off the table and bent down to search for it, poking my head under the table.
He was!
Kellen’s hand was cupping a raging erection. I watched, almost hypnotized, as he squeezed it, and not happily. He was embarrassed by it. Of course, he wouldn’t feel stoked about getting a hard on at a table filled with his family. I pulled up, smoothing my hair out of my face. I narrowed my eyes at Kellen who was staring down the table with desperation. I followed his eyeline, surprised to see it fixed on Pastor Young. He was seated at the right-hand side of the table, Sandy Wicker next to him, scooping another serving of potato salad to his plate. He grimaced slightly before thanking her. As if he sensed the need pouring off Kellen, he looked up and caught his eye and tilted his head in a questioning manner. Kellen gave him a decisive nod. Nobody else at the table seemed to notice the exchange, nor did they notice the Pastor leaving the table and Kellen following shortly after.
But I sure did.
I hurriedly cleaned my mouth and set my napkin on the table.
“Cousin, I am just using the bathroom,” I murmured across the table to Trent, who smiled and nodded.
“Of course, everyone is finishing up now anyhow. Hurry back so you can assist with the cleaning,” he dismissed, and I bristled, stalking away before I told him exactly how I felt about having to cookandclean everything. I pitied whoever his future wife was. Not Christabel, despite his supposed interest. They’d be pregnant, barefoot and in the kitchen perpetually. I dithered outside the main hall, wondering where my target had skidded off to. I needn’t have worried. My body tingled with the residue of lust in the air, following the trail like a blood hound. My instincts were correct. Kellen and Pastor Young were up to something naughty, and I wanted in on it.
My mouth watering as I followed the pulse of lust. It was so close. I needed it badly. Dealing with Paul had used up power I didn’t have to spare and my skin was now tight on my bones, stretched and aching. I paused outside a closed door, laying my ear against the wood. It was thick and I couldn’t hear anything, but this was the right place. Lust was leaking underneath the crack in the door in such a heady vapor that I could collect a small tingle. I tried the handle, scowling when I found it locked. That was predictable. I pulled out a bobby pin and put it to use in the keyhole. My skin was crawling with anticipation. I pushed into the room as silently as I could, closing the door behind me. The sight before me had my knees wobbling.
Pastor Young was on his knees with Kellen was thrusting his hard cock in his mouth. He had his head thrown back, scrunched in half agony. The Pastor clutched at Kellen’s muscular thighs, swallowing down his length with a hunger that made me want to sing.
It was utter debauchery, and I couldn’t look away. Kellen’s hand came to tangle in the Pastor’s dark hair, mussing the neat waves in his need. He groaned as he thrust erratically.
“I’m close. Oh Jesus, I’m so close,” Kellen muttered, and he shoved his fist in his mouth as he came, his hips stuttering to slow pumps as the Pastor swallowed like a champ. He pulled off his cock with a pop, staring at it longingly before looking up at the younger man.
“Did that take the edge off the need?” he enquired, as if they were discussing a business deal, and not the fact that he had swallowed a hot load. Kellen ran his hand over his face and shook his head jerkily.
“Something is wrong today. The urges, they feel so much bigger today.”
“Perhaps I can assist?” I broke my silence, surprised they hadn’t noticed me. Kellen yelped, stumbling to the wall, and yanking his pants over his hips. Pastor Young simply got to his feet and smoothed out his hair.
“It’s Allera, isn’t it?” he murmured soothingly. “I was just giving Kellen some counsel in receiving the holy spirit.”
I folded my arms, looking over his shoulder as Kellen faced us, red-cheeked and mortified. Even now I could feel the slight pull of him. I knew exactly what it was, and it was exciting.
“It seemed to me you were the one receiving something,” I drawled and let the good girl façade drop. Pastor Young shifted, frowning slightly before trying again.
“What you saw here was a private confession, not to be spoken of to anyone. Do you understand? You should not be here when I’m counseling members of the flock.”
“Do you suck all the members’ cocks then?” I prodded, enjoying the way his cheeks flushed. Kellen swallowed audibly.
“I can help you with those urges,” I offered to Kellen, lifting my dress up to show the tops of my milky thighs. “But I need a boost first.”
“What?” he breathed, his face screwing up with confusion.
“I need to confess something, Pastor,” I pouted, stepping forward to run my hand over his collar. I enjoyed the way he shivered as his eyes rolled back. “I also have urges. My skin feels like it’s on fire and I can’t breathe with the need that’s inside me. I think about men all the time. I think about taking them between my legs. Anything to quell the hunger there.”
“I’m so hungry, Pastor,” I breathed, brushing my lips against his ear. I snatched at the leftover lust in the room, funneling most of it inside my body, forcing some into the Pastor. Enough that he could say no if he wanted to. But he didn’t. Instead, he fell to his knees again and pressed his face between my thighs. Kellen paled, swaying. His face twisted like a rabbit caught by a predator, about to be torn apart.
“I serve my flock. I can serve you,” he promised as I pulled away and I walked over to a plush armchair. I sunk into it and hiked my dress up. The good pastor almost fell on me when he saw my soaked panties.
“No—no!” Kellen rushed over and attempted to pull my dress down. The whites of his eyes were stark with terror.