Page 6 of Touched By Death

And not just physical, but emotional, too.

Strangely, it feels even better to be fucked when shame taunts me like a shadow in the corner of the room.

You’re fucking his brother.

You’re nothing but a cheap whore.

You’re lying to them both, you fucking slut.

Those thoughts that swirl in my mind only serve to make me even more aroused while Lucifer fucks me in every position possible.

Just then, the thud of footsteps sounds behind me. I turn slowly, drinking in the sight of Lucifer and Amenadiel side by side. They look so much alike, yet they don’t. Lucifer is darker, somehow. Shadows follow in his wake. Amenadiel, with his secretive smirk, hides his darkness better.

Lucifer doesn’t care enough to try to camouflage the changes that occurred in him since the first time he pulled me into the forest near the southern wall. He wears the shadows like a cloak. Even now, he lets his blue eyes darken as he looks down at my cunt. His tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, and that seemingly innocent act is anything but.

His hungry eyes flick back up to mine, and he smirks.

While we stay locked in thickening lust, Amenadiel converses with one of the other angels that have joined us.

Breaking eye contact with Lucifer, I scan the clearing. We are eight angels in total. More than I thought.

When I look back at Lucifer, he’s still watching me. His cock is hardening the longer he stares at me, as though I’m a meal he wants to sink his teeth into.

But unlike before, the heat in his eyes has shifted into something cold. Shivers crawl down my spine, and I force myself to look away.

I’m torn from my thoughts when his voice rings out. “Today, we do something no one has ever done before. We turn away from the light.”

Sudden chills dance over my skin, so I wrap my arms around me to ward off the cold. It’s an entirely new sensation.

“Once we walk out, we can never come back.” Lucifer looks at us all in turn. “If anyone wants to back out, now is your chance.”

No one moves.

I let my gaze trail up Amenadiel’s ankles, legs, and cock, then higher still, over the planes of his stomach and chest, until they meet his blue eyes. Unlike his brother, his gaze is warm. There’s even a twinkle of amusement.

I let it ground me while Lucifer continues talking.

Everything will be okay. As soon as we walk out, I’ll be able to leave these mixed emotions behind me.

I choose Amenadiel.

Not the shame.

No matter how much I love it.

Lucifer breaks the circle and walks up to me. I count each step. Three in total.

“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks me, tucking my hair behind my ear. “To leave Eden and never set foot here again?”

Swallowing thickly, I force down my second thoughts. I do want this. I can’t stay here after I let Lucifer and Amenadiel fuck my every hole.

I have lied and cheated.

I’m not worthy of the light.

“I’m sure.” My voice is surprisingly strong.

His answering smile is cold, void of emotion. He leans close, and I breathe him in—cinnamon, leather, and the woods.

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