Page 3 of Fallen Angels

But you like this,I tell myself, even as I recognize the truth in my own words.You want Baron even more because of it. You like the fact that he scares you, that he forces you into uncomfortable territory.

“Your pussy?” he breathes the word against my face and goosebumps ricochet all over my skin.

“Yes,” I say.

“Then say it.”

“Say what?”

His eyes narrow in the low light and his fangs seem twice as long as they just were. “Tell me you want my fucking cock inside your pussy.”

“Revenant, please,” I start. I don’t want to say the words—they’re dirty and they make me uncomfortable because they feel so… foreign in my mind and on my tongue. They feel… wrong. I’m not a demoness the way Baron wishes me to be. I’m naive and clumsy when it comes to men and… sex.

“Say the fucking words, Eilish.”

He tightens his grip on my chin and he won’t release my gaze. If I want him, I’m going to have to play by his rules. But none of this is new.

“I want your… cock inside… my pussy,” I spit the words out and they fumble over themselves but they’re out, all the same. And I’m relieved.

His smile broadens and his fangs are so long, they push into his lower lip. “Get on top of me.”

I’m surprised, but I follow his demands, all the same. His fingers bite into my hips as I sit up and throw one leg over his middle. Once I’ve straddled him, I sit up straight and probably look like I’m ready to ride a horse. I glance down at him, waiting for his next demand. He snakes his hand up my back, until he reaches my hair. Then he fists that hand into my hair at the nape of my neck and yanks my head down.

I feel the wet caress of his tongue at the pulse point of my neck. He stretches his legs out and scrapes his fangs along my clavicle. His hips jerk. I’m suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to taste him. I lift his head and seal my lips over his, savoring that soul-deep hunger that throbs between us. The kiss isn’t gentle, only because he forces his tongue into my mouth, battling for dominance. He sinks his fangs into my lower lip and growls as I gasp. There’s pain for only a second or two and then it fades into oblivion.

“Fuck,” he whispers as the taste of my blood hits his tongue.

My hips grind against him unhesitatingly. I relish the way he hardens beneath me.

“Release the Succubus,” he murmurs in a low voice.

He wants me to allow this side of me out of concealment. But, I’m not even sure what that means. How do I release something inside me if I don’t know how to do that? But then I feel it—a distant surge of rebellion that swells within me. As I pay attention to the feeling, it heightens. Its tendrils start reaching out from the core of my being, swirling into my bloodstream until anger, heat, and passion begin to impregnate every inch of me.

I trail my hand down Baron’s chest. Even while wondering what I’m doing and questioning my boldness, I grip his cock. And I squeeze it—in a way that isn’t meant for his pleasure. It’s meant to show my dominance over him.

This isn’t me. It’s the Succubus. The real her has just emerged. And thank God for that.

He pulls away from the kiss with a snarl and flips me onto my back. Baron doesn’t like being challenged. And in doing so, I’ve just dropped the gauntlet.

He moves over me like a lion on the prowl. A surge of anxiety flows through me but moments later, it’s defeated. This heat within me grows into a blazing fire and I realize that the Succubus is now in charge of my body. I bow down to her, fully aware that she needs to take the reins.

Baron’s deft fingers flick open the button of my pants and he yanks them down my thighs, using them to trap my legs as they catch on my boots. I feel his hands on the milky flesh of my thighs a moment before he pushes the skin of my pussy apart. Then he leans down and kisses my weeping flesh as I throw my head back in a moan. I feel my cheeks glowing with a violent flush.

“This won’t be sweet, Eilish,” he groans against me. “I won’t make love to you.”

I already know the truth in his words, but I don’t care. I don’t want him to make love to me. I want him to satiate this thirst, to deliver me from this need. I moan loudly as his fangs pierce one inner thigh. And then he begins sucking, pulling my blood into his mouth.

Each pull from my veins sends waves of shock through my body—it’s painful, yes. But the pleasure of his bite by far outweighs the pain. His lips leave a wet trail toward my inner core. Fingers spread my lips again and I feel the heat of his tongue against me, lapping at my opening and at my clit. I clench and spasm. Each flick of his tongue is interjected by the vibrations of his growls. My legs quiver, but he’s relentless. I dig my hands into his hair and hang on as he devours me.

When he pulls away, I want to scream out in disappointment. But he doesn’t grant me the opportunity and, instead, flips me over onto my stomach. With his forearm, he presses my chest and face against the ground, holding me there. The cold of the ground is a sharp contrast to the heat that envelops me. It feels almost as cold as Baron does.

I feel his knee forcing my legs further apart. Everything is suddenly beyond bearing. The cell is too small, the smell is too musty and dank, the feel of Baron’s heavy erection nudging between my folds… too enticing.

“Please,” I beg helplessly. “Please, Revenant. I... I need you.”

“You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you?” His breath is hot against my ear as he slides the head of his cock against my clit and my eyes clench of their own accord. “You’ve been thinking about me fucking you all this time, ramming my dick into you until you can’t walk.”

“Yes,” I admit. There’s no point in denying it.

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