Page 66 of Fallen Angels

I press Eilish’s back against a tree, and the more I study the tree, the more I realize it’s an apple tree. And I suddenly understand the metaphor—Eilish is my forbidden fruit, a symbol of the destruction that will fall on me, should I give in to her witchery.

But, I know I will give in. There’s only so long I can go denying this need, this hunger.

My mouth latches onto the pink bud of her nipple, causing her to arch back with abandon. Her hand slips between us, wrapping around my length. I groan deeply and thrust into her grip. She positions the crown of my erection at her opening and pushes her hips down, sinking onto the velvet steel of my masculinity.

The sharp pleasure of penetrating her heat rolls through me and I wonder... is this what Dragan and Baron feel when they take her? Or is this intensity of feeling something that only she and I together know? Regardless, this sweet, torturous agony is something I wish to never escape.

And yet I know our time in the garden is fleeting.

Eilish rolls her hips as I match her rhythm, pulling the climax from her body, forcing her to submit to the pleasure that only I can give her. Her channel quivers as though it thanks me.I don’t stop when her muscles go slack from exertion. No, I lower her to the plush grass and drive my hips with so much force, that her teeth click with each thrust. Nails scrape down my back, causing heat to flare in the most exquisite way. I lick my hand and slide it along her folds, pressing against her clit as I push deeper and deeper into her body. Tears bead at the corners of her eyes, but still I don’t stop.

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EILISH

I stare through the cracks in the floorboards, wondering if it’s simply dirt that exists beneath them? My mind returns to thoughts of the Midnight Queen and I can’t help the excitement that travels through me. I have a feeling that once we emancipate Morrigan, she’ll be able to give me all the answers I’ve been searching for. Answers to topics like my missingmemories—where I came from, what my purpose is, how I still have my wings even though I also bear the marks of their removal?

Dragan walks over to me and leans against the wall, watching me. “I want to know what happened with Variant when we were prisoners in his castle.”

I immediately feel my stomach drop. “What happened isn’t your concern,” I say much harsher than I intend, but this isn’t a subject I want to revisit. I have a feeling if Dragan knew the specifics regarding exactly what I’d been doing (forced or not) while Variant fucked and then killed Anona, he’d be less understanding than Cambion was.

“But it’s Cambion’s concern?”

Damn Cambion! He must have told Dragan! Even though he swore up and down that it wasn’t his secret to tell!

“Cambion told you what I told him…”

“Cambion didn’t tell me anything,” he nearly interrupts.

“Then why did you mention his name?”

He shrugs. “Because it was clear you both were talking about something on our trek through the forest and the snippets I did pick up included Variant’s name.” He clears his throat. “That, and you told him Anona was dead. I suppose you told Revenant too?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head.

“What happened, Eilish?”

“Nothing that I want to discuss with you.”

“Yet, you chose to discuss it with Cambion—someone who, of the three of us, is the least friendly to you?”

“He forced the issue.”

“Then should I force the issue?” he asks and glares at me as he takes a step forward but I stay him with my outstretched hand.

“No.”

Dragan doesn’t say anything right away but just stands there, his breathing heavy and his glare even heavier. “Eilish, did Variant hurt you? Did he… force himself inside you?”

His soft tone surprises me and when I answer, there’s no anger in mine. “No.”

“Are you lying to me?”

“No.”

“But there is something,” he says as he studies me.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

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