Page 16 of Sinner's End

Pain. Is that what Mana feels when he comes? I stare past the devil tormenting me to the angel balancing delicately on his toes at the edge of nothingness. One push would send him plummeting seven floors to the soul-stained ground where more suicides and murders have taken place than any other spot on the premises.

Harken’s history is a temptation to the horror inside Mana, everything he needs to feed on. Power. Greed. Now, sex can be added to that list.

Bowen smiles at me through his lashes and I swear he exposes tiny motherfucking fangs in my direction.

Whoever said angels are fat, happy-faced babies is a fucking liar.They are the most dangerous beings in the universe—or at least, the ones who roam Harken certainly are.

Taking the information as the gift intended, I give in to Mana’s touch, letting the first groan rip from my throat. The sounds seem to please him, and his hand wanders back to the front of his pants only to be knocked away by Bowen.

“Allow me,” the angel whispers, dropping to his knees and reaching for the laces at the front of Mana’s bulge.

Mana catches the angel’s face in a cruel pincer grip, holding him at bay. “Mouth only over my pants. You don’t get the privilege of swallowing me whole.”

Bowen pouts sensually. “But you let the sluts fill their faces with your cum,” he whines, writhing on his haunches.

Damn, the man puts on one hell of a show.

“And they will forget the experience. Something I can’t take from you.” Mana releases his face and cups the back of the pale man’s neck. “Lips and tongue only. No teeth tonight.” His head falls back as Bowen’s mouth rubs over his bulge.

The angel’s tongue flicks out to trace his horse cock, and I have the privilege of experiencing every tormenting lick secondhand as though his mouth warms my own crotch. Mana’s touch doesn’t disappear, and the dual contact is far more than I can bear, especially when the angel seals his mouth over the other man’s leathers andbreathes.

My cry shatters the silence gathering around the blood-marked place, and with a quick flick of hands and tongue I come undone, disgracing myself in my pants with the illicitness—and the impossibility—of it all.

My knees shake and I stumble forward, but Mana’s words ricochet in my head.“As long as you stay standing…”

A scream builds in me as the hands and mouth never stop, running endlessly over my throbbing, aching, overstimulated cock. I harden again and again, screaming with every sweet kiss Bowen bestows upon his master, every hard jerk Mana’s phantom touch gives my cock when I slide back into the realm of pleasure, his pain becoming my own.

My jeans are drenched with ropes of cum, the walls painted with my blood where my nails tear jagged against raw fingertips.

And as the sun crests the walls of Harken Asylum we scream together, welcoming the dawn in a tandem of torment. I stand still, knees locked, cum leaking down my thighs. My cock is rubbed raw, and I’m still moaning as Bowen brings us both to the edge and over again.

I don’t fall until the sun has risen beyond the walls, the golden orb witness to my torture as I tumble to my knees, myvow to Mana fulfilled.

I remained standing all night.

She is mine.

Chapter Seven

Small Favors

Mana

My ears still ring from the screams of hours before. This time at least only half of them are mine. I swallow on a raw throat as I pry my eyes open on a darkened belfry.Thanks, Bowen, for dragging my ass somewhere safe.It looks like the angel left me where I fell afterward, exposed and unable to provide my usual dose for the Chemist in the basement. Like that’s a normality I can accept, that I have accepted for the past decade or more.

A harsh laugh ripples its way along my damaged throat. Yes, because that’s an experience I look forward to daily. The entire setup sounds like a horrific manga.

And this is the human existence I garnered for myself.

The loss of Kaleb, the human Renfield who would have shouldered my dead weight—pun intended—back to ground level, deeper as required, after his torture at my hands is a deficit I don’t want to ruminate upon.

All over a girl.Thegirl. The one who consumes us all.

Except maybe Lethe, seeing as he hasn’t had the pleasure of tasting her fear as often, though he was present when she towed her pathetic facsimile of a sister from the showers last night. No two girls so different inside should look so similar on the outside.

One with moss green eyes the color of a forest at dusk, stunning auburn locks like silken ties that could wind a soul in and tether him to her like a belonging … a pet. Something I knew any one of us would rent our existence apart to become. To possess. Because if she possesses one of us, we will own her, too.

Kaleb thinks he’s won the prize, but he didn’t consider allthe elements of my deal. I know he believes I required him to stand throughout the night to fulfill his bargain, but he failed to consider my earlier wording. He fell first, and that puts him back in my … what do the humans say? Mybad books.

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