Page 24 of Fallen Angels

“I win,” he says with a victorious smile.

Then, before I know what he’s doing, he lifts me up and pushes me down against the table. He rips the panties down my legs and then spreads my legs as far as they will go and my dress rides up to the middle of my body. Then he just stares at me. It’s the same way he stared at me when he was fucking Anona…

Anona…

I force the thought out of my mind because I can’t handle the self-hatred that comes along with it. I shouldn’t be turned on by Variant! I shouldn’t want him. I shouldn’t be dying to feel his cock inside me. But, I do.

Fuck me, but I do.

He spreads my lips apart and then his face is on me and his tongue is moving up and down my folds. I drop my head back and I moan as he claims my clit and begins sucking it. He’s feverish in his need for me and I feel his fingers digging into my thighs as he holds me hostage and thrusts his tongue into my hole. I bury my fingers into his hair and hold his head in place, forcing him to pleasure me. But there’s really nothing to force because he wants this as much as I do. He thrusts his tongue into me and then pulls it out again, before returning to my clit and sucking on it much harder this time.

Before I know what’s happening, I feel him slam my hands down on the tabletop. Apparently, I was digging my fingers into his hair too hard. Now my fingers find the wood at the same time that an orgasm seizes me and I throw my head back and scream as my nails scrape lines into the wooden tabletop.

“You are magnificent,” he says as he pulls away and smiles at me. He’s panting.

I can’t say anything at all. I still can’t catch my breath.

“You forgot to ask me what my secret was,” he continues as he places both his hands on either of my thighs and squeezes. It’sthen that I realize he hasn’t orgasmed. I glance down at his pants and find his cock is rock hard.

“Are you going to,” I start but he shakes his head.

“I will fuck you only when you ask me to,” he responds. “But, that is not my secret.”

“Then what is your secret?”

He smiles and it’s the same smile the devil gives you right before he takes your soul. “I know you’re an angel...”

“You already knew,” I start but he shakes his head, interrupting me again.

“I know you have your wings.”

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DRAGAN

Only two soldiers are on rotation a few hours later. They enter Eilish’s cell to deliver her supper. I notice that over the last few hours, the comfort of Eilish’s cell has substantially improved. Variant provided her with a cot covered with a down mattress, purple velvet bedding, numerous pillows, and a velvet curtain the soldiers attached to the stone at the top of the prison bars. Apparently, the curtain is to allow her privacy.

Of much interest is the difference between Eilish’s dinner and ours. Eilish is provided with a sizable steak, potatoes, bread, and wine—quite unlike the usual slop given to the rest of us and only once a day.

When the soldiers leave her cell, they face Cambion. Both of them are Fae. Before entering Cambion’s cell, one of the soldiers focuses on the elf king, holding his hands out before him as a bluish light emits between them. The light engulfs Cambion completely and he’s frozen in it, unable to bat an eye. Meanwhile, the other guard enters the cell and drops a metal bowl of slop at Cambion’s feet. Some of the greenish goo slides over the lip of the bowl and lands on Cambion’s foot.

“What about me?” Flumph rails and flutters forward from the far end of the cell. He surprises one of the soldiers and then has to duck out of the way of a blast of white energy. “Where’s my plate, o’ shit?” he yells at them, hands on his hips.

“Fucking thing,” one of them grunts to the other as they lock the prison door with a skeletal key and the bars begin to glow with the proof of their magic.

Next, the soldiers move to my cell. I remain where I am in the back of the chamber. I sit on the cold, stone floor with my legs crossed. My eyes are closed and I’m busily channeling my shadows. Pyre’s spirits made it known that any and all of my power is centered in the darkness that forged me. And while the soldiers’ Fae magic will certainly work on me, their magic would be far more potent were it shadow magic.

“What the fuck’s he doing?” one of them says as the other pulls the screen of warded magic over the prison bars. I can feel the cast of his Fae magic as it falls over me, cocooning me in a magical embrace that will disallow me from moving, in much the same way it did to Cambion.

The icy bubble surrounds me but I continue to pull my shadows forth, beckoning them to create an invisible ring around me, shielding me from the Fae magic of the soldiers. I inwardly berate myself for not attempting this sooner, before the visit from Pyre’s spirits, but I suppose even the magical needs words of encouragement now and again.

And, besides,I tell myself.Had you freed yourself earlier, where would you have gone? You’re imprisoned in Variant’s citadel, surrounded by enemies.

Now, of course, things are different. Now I have the strength and magic of Morrigan to rely on—just as soon as we locate her, that is.

I hear the footfalls of the second soldier as he enters my cage and drops my bowl of slop on the ground before me. It’sthen that I look up and into the eyes of the Fae soldier who restrains me with his magic. Shadows pour out of my eyes and travel up the line of his blue magic that streams from his hands. Appearing as a black mist, the shadows weave around the brilliant blue in mere seconds before they sink into the flesh of the soldier’s hands.

Once the shadows enter his body, I immediately see the clash in his eyes—my shadows are at war with his Fae magic and his eyes go wide in response as he drops his hands and steps back. The other soldier turns to face him in question, but by then it’s too late. My shadow magic has already polluted the first Fae soldier. As I watch, it begins destroying him from the inside out.

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