Page 2 of Fallen Angels

“Variant’s dungeon,” I repeat, dread settling in my stomach.

Baron’s hand slides down my back to rub comforting circles against my spine. His touch lights a fire beneath my skin as though I’m burning, like the torch on the wall. I close my eyesand relish the feel of his fingers. Immediately I feel myself growing wet. Baron’s right—the Succubus within me needs to feed.

“Revenant,” I whisper, holding myself up as I brush my lips against the swatch of pale skin at the opening of his shirt. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I pull away from him and we hold one another’s gaze for a few seconds. His eyes appear almost white in the torchlight.

“Yes?” he responds.

“I need… you,” I whisper, embarrassed by the words.

“Do you?” he asks in a low, gritty voice, one tinctured with amusement.

He’s going to play a game with me—the game of cat and mouse. And I’m the mouse to his cat. Feeling like someone’s prey is unsettling and Baron makes me nervous. His sexual appetite isn’t what I’m accustomed to. The only other man whose touch I’ve known is Dragan’s. And Dragan was forceful with me, yes. But not like Baron is.

As I’m missing the bulk of my memories, I’m not sure who my lovers have been in the past, before Dragan. All I do know is that I wasn’t a virgin prior to bedding Dragan.

“Please, Revenant,” I whisper, feeling the need building in me. It’s akin to a stinging, a burning, a hunger that demands to be satisfied.

“Please what?”

“Appease me,” I nearly sing the words, there’s so much need dancing in them.

“Appease you how?”

He’s going to make me humiliate myself. I’m angry at him for forcing my hand, but there’s something else inside me that wants to rise to the occasion. I want to beat him at his own game. I’m just not quite sure how. I’m no femme fatale. I’m just a lost girl who isn’t sure where she fits into this world.

“With your…” I start, but lose my nerve.

“My what?” he asks and chuckles low in his throat. “Come, now Eilish, this isn’t the conversation of a Succubus, a she-demon, a mistress of seduction.”

I’m not a mistress of seduction but I don’t say as much because it’s already painfully obvious. Obvious or not, the need continues to burn in me, hurting deep within my abdomen and the flesh between my thighs. But Baron doesn’t care about my intense desire or my need. He wants me to feel the humiliation of needing him, of asking him to satiate me. He wants to see me suffer at his hands.

“Your…” I start again and then close my eyes as my cheeks flush with humiliation.

“My cock?” he whispers into my ear. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes,” I return his whisper, loving hearing the word on his tongue. It’s just so… so raw and thrilling, just like Baron, himself.

“Then fucking say it, Eilish.” I open my eyes and swallow hard. He’s staring at me and he grips my chin, so I won’t be able to move my head. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want,” I start and then inhale deeply. He tightens his hold on my jaw until it hurts. “Your cock.”

“Wheredo you want my cock?” he continues, his eyes still holding mine prisoner.

“Please, Revenant,” I whisper. He rattles me to a point that’s unbearable and he knows he does. I think he thrives on it—the power he has over me.

“Tell me where you want my cock,” he says, his words icy and insistent. Variant’s dungeon pales to the prison of Baron’s eyes.

“Inside me,” I whisper.

“Inside your what?”

The flush of my humiliation intensifies, and I feel embarrassed heat spreading over my entire body.

“My… my…”

I don’t know what to callit! What does he want me to callit?

God, why does Baron have to be like this? Dragan never made me beg him. He was all too willing to give his… cock to me.

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