Sign of the Devil's Footprint [THE DEVILS CULT BOOK 1]

Chapter Seventeen 🌶️

Melione was surprised they could reach the capital in a day and a half. It was record time at the speed that they were going. Grym stopped the horse once they reached the temple. Melione would have loved to look at the temple and observe its wonder, but the sun was too high in the sky. Her body already felt weak, just with the sun in the sky.

Grym helped her off the horse and covered her entirely before leading her into the temple. His grip on his hand tightened as the people in the temple turned to stare at them. Their eyes turned harsh, and a couple voiced their disdain at Melione being in their temple. Melione's heart squeezed at Grym's protectiveness. She knew that he hated the way that people acted to her.

They reached a large wooden door, and Grym wasted no time knocking. He knocked twice before the High Priestess opened the door. Melione looked up enough to offer her respect to the High Priestess. The High Priestess took one look at her and gave Grym a disapproving look. "You should have known better, Detective Sunblight."

Grym shook his head as he handed her the identification card. "I don't care, High Priestess. There are more pressing matters at hand."

The High Priestess took the identification card from his hand and looked at the initials carved into the leather. "Where did you find this?" Her eyes were wide with surprise and recognition.

Grym's arm moved to wrap around Melione's waist and pushed her in front of him as a man walked behind them and growled at her sight. "We found it underneath the tongue of the deity that was murdered."

The High Priestess looked up at him. "You found the deity?"

"We did," Grym nodded.

The High Priestess sighed as she motioned for them to walk inside. "Would it be better if I closed the curtains?"

Grym had Melione sit in a padded armchair before moving to close the curtains. "The sun burns her," he explained as the room darkened.

The High Priestess nodded. "I've heard the rumors that it would."

Melione pushed the hood from her head as the sunlight in the room disappeared. The High Priestess' office wasn't that large. Bookshelves lined the walls on either side of her, filled with books. In front of Melione was a medium-sized dark oak desk. Three floor-to-ceiling windows were behind the desk, covered with dark green curtains.

The High Priestess leaned against her desk as she looked at the identification card. "I had thought your father dead, Detective."

Grym returned to Melione's side, placing a light hand on her shoulder. "I had thought he was dead as well, High Priestess."

The High Priestess rubbed her face before pinching the bridge of her nose. "You said that you found this underneath the tongue of the deity that was murdered?" Grym answered with a nod. "Which deity was it?"

"Cinal," Melione answered.

The High Priestess regarded her for a moment. "You are confident.

Melione took a deep breath as she didn't appreciate how the High Priestess continually questioned her. "Yes, I am."

"We believe that my father is a part of the Devil's Footprint," Grym squeezed her shoulder. Melione instantly relaxed under his touch. "Why would he leave his identification card if he didn't want us to find it?"

The High Priestess looked at him and scrunched his nose. "You think he wanted you to find this?" She held up the identification card.

Grym nodded. "We believe that, yes."

The High Priestess shook her head as she moved to sit in the oversized chair behind her desk. "I cannot believe he would be a part of the Devil's Footprint. It was never like him to be a part of something so horrible."

"He has to be, High Priestess," Grym answered. "He had changed drastically before he disappeared. If he were part of the Devil's Footprint, I wouldn't put it past him."

Melione leaned forward slightly. "He is," she said firmly. Her eyes met the High Priestess. "I had seen a man in the cult's attire before the deity in my vision. It was as clear as day."

The High Priestess leaned back in her chair and shook her head. "You must understand, Detective Moonblood, it was only a dream you had."

"It was a vision," Grym interrupted, the hand on Melione's shoulder tightened.

The High Priestess stood up and turned to the curtains. "I cannot take what she says seriously, Sunblight. It was only a dream."

Grym took a step forward, his body tight with agitation. "That dream led us to the murdered deity. This led us to find an important clue about who is either committing the murders or ordering them."

Melione could feel Grym's anger boiling. His protection for her was getting more robust, and she could tell he would lash out at his High Priestess for her. She stood up quickly and put herself between him and the High Priestess. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back. "You must understand, High Priestess," Melione countered. "I don't dream. It was a vision; you would be better off taking me seriously." She looked up at Grym. "Take me to your home, Grym." She pushed against Grym's chest again.

Grym worked to control his breathing as he took her hand and dragged her out of the room. He continued to move through the temple and out the door. Melione ensured her hood was over her head as he placed her on his horse. He climbed up behind her and steered the horse to his house.

"I fucking hate how she talks to you," Grym growled. "Even after the damning evidence we found because of your vision, she cannot look past her ignorance."

Melione leaned back against him. "Grym."

It was only a short time before they arrived at his house. She allowed him to help her off the horse before pulling her into the place. Every curtain was still drawn tight, allowing no light to seep into the house. Once the door was closed, Grym pushed her against the wall, the cloak falling off her shoulders.

Melione felt his body rigid and strong against her. She couldn't help her body melting against his. No man had ever made her feel like he did whenever he touched her. Her arms instantly wrapped around his neck as his face buried into her neck. "Grym," she breathed. "Let me help you relieve your stress." Her hands moved down his chest and gripped onto his belt.

Grym didn't stop her as she knelt before him on her knees. "Grym?" Her hands stilled on his belt, waiting for his permission. Grym placed his hands flat against the wall and nodded, his eyes never leaving her. Melione removed his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and released his heavy erection. Melione licked her lips as she leaned forward and ran the tip of her tongue over his shaft.

"Fuck," Grym groaned out.

Melione placed her hands on his thighs and gave them a quick squeeze. She brought her hand up to grip his balls, gently massaging them. A low growl escaped Grym's mouth as he grabbed the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair. Melione let him guide his cock into her mouth, taking all of him.

"Fuck," Grym moaned. "That's it, Melione." His hips bucked slightly. "Shit!" Melione watched his face, seeing his resolve snap as both hands grabbed the back of her head. He roughly began to fuck her mouth.

Melione felt tears threatening to fall from the amount of force he was fucking her. She kept her eyes on him; her pleasure shot through her body while she watched him.

"Gods, you're perfect," Grym gritted. His eyes opened to meet hers. "I love it when you look at me like that. Keep your eyes on me, Melione." His hips continued to buck into her. She felt him swell even more in her mouth. His hips began to buck erratically. "Fuck, Melione. I'm coming."

Melione's hands gripped his thighs tightly as he finished, spilling every single seed in her mouth. Once he was done, Melione leaned back, staying on her knees.

Grym gripped her chin and pulled her up to him. "You're fucking perfect."