Page 45 of Touched By Sin
My chest heaves as I do as I’m told. I’m spent and exhausted, tingly and achy everywhere. Daemon’s grip on my hair hurts while they pleasure themselves behind me.
“Are you watching Dari?” Daemon pants, his grip tightening on my hair. “You might think twice next time you’re a bitch and want to steal our angel.” To me, he says, “Keep your wings spread like that, beautiful.”
Then it happens—their release showers over my wings in quick spurts, defiling the pure white feathers. It’s degrading, but the throbbing ache between my legs tells a different story. Strings of white cum coat my wings, beading and trailing down toward my shoulder blades. Daemon tucks himself away before stepping around me and grabbing my chin with his bloodied hand.
My virginity…
“Don’t go behind my back again. It will never end well for you.”
Something dark unfurls inside me. As I peel my lips back, I feel an ache in my incisors. I snarl like an animal, but the sound dies in my throat when he pulls my hair and spreads his wings behind him in a show of dominance.
“Retract your fangs now!”
Fangs? I don’t know how to fucking retract them. All I know is that my thighs are smeared with blood, my wings are covered in cum, and the scent of Dari’s needy pussy tantalizes my senses. I need to get to her so I can finish what I started. I need to taste her cum on my tongue and sink my teeth into her olive skin until my mouth fills with coppery blood. The urge is so fucking sudden that I snap my teeth at him.
It’s the wrong thing to do.
He slaps me before gripping my jaw again and glaring down at me. “Apologize!”
My eyes dance over his raven wings, stretching out behind him. He’s a powerful fallen angel, there’s no doubt about it. But I don’t yield to anyone, especially not him. Not when he stands in my way of the sweetest fucking pussy on this planet.
I unfold my wings behind me, drawing a gasp from Dari’s lips. No one challenges Daemon in this neck of the woods. He’s the ultimate alpha, and I’m lucky to have caught his attention. He likes my defiance as much as he hates it. The urge to dominate me is what drives him to fill my mouth with his bloody fingers until I choke. The games we play are so fucking twisted. But fuck, I never want to lose and I never want to win. If he wants to get to my queen, he’s got a lot of fucking pieces to knock out first. I’m safely guarded in my tower.
“You like it,” he observes, sliding his fingers back out and then thrusting them back in. “Interesting.”
I bite down on him hard enough to notice the tic in his jaw. As soon as I let up, he removes his fingers and pulls me to my feet by my hair.
He towers over me, dark and delicious. “You can fight me all you want. You’ll never win.”
I spit on him and he flicks his gaze down, watching the saliva slide down his black T-shirt. Then he chuckles darkly before grabbing my arm and dragging me toward the school. “Oh, I look forward to breaking you like a wild horse.”
Dariana runs after us. “What are you doing, Daemon?”
“You know fucking well what I’m doing.”
“I should have asked for permission to play with her, okay? It was wrong of me to go behind your back.”
He ignores her, shoving me in front of him. Branches scratch the bare skin on my pale arms and legs, the hem of my dress is dirty, and wet leaves stick to the fabric. My scarlet virginity trails a slow path down my legs. It’s on Daemon’s hands. There’s a streak on his forehead from when he ran the back of his hand over it to wipe off the sweat.
“Daemon, think about this. She’s an angel. She’s not strong like the rest of the girls here.”
“You’re wrong,” he says, pushing me again, and my hair snags on a branch. “She’s stronger than anyone here. We’ve only tapped her potential.”
Alaric chuckles next to me as we emerge from the trees and cut across the grass toward the lit-up lanterns that line the path to the academy. “You’re in deep shit now.”
We ascend the stone steps to the academy, and as we enter, students turn and stare, their eyes widening.
“Move!” Daemon orders me, his fingers circling my arm.
“Let go of me,” I hiss, slapping him, but he doesn’t even notice.
We walk down numerous corridors before entering a spacious room littered with seating areas; plush couches pushed up against damask wallpaper, an open space in the middle with numerous wooden poles, and a pool table off to the side. I can’t look away from the poles. Shackled to them are human girls and boys, their terrified eyes darting around the room.
“See that?” Daemon growls in my ear, steering me over to the nearest pole. “Welcome to the cafeteria.”
I try to fight him off, but he bends down and picks me up, carrying me fireman-style. It’s humiliating. Laughter rings out around me, and he dumps me to my feet beside a human girl and grabs a handful of hair at the nape of my neck. “You want to bare your incisors at me like a fucking brat?! Then put them to good fucking use!”
When I refuse to reply, he jostles me. “Feed on her!”
