Page 48 of Touched By Sin
Swaying on my feet, I grip the handle. The door creaks open and I peer inside. The air is thick with marijuana smoke, a black fabric L-shaped sofa sits pushed up against the back wall, and large windows line the left side of the room. Tall doors open up to a patio area.
Beside the sofa, on a second settee to the right, Alaric and Ronan sit spread out. Their dark eyes spark with humor when I walk in. I get the sense they’ve been expecting me.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.”
I pad deeper into the room, unable to look away from Daemon, who is seated like a king in front of me on the L-shaped couch. Between his legs, on her knees, is a human girl with stars in her eyes. Daemon doesn’t look up at me as he tips her chin with his fingers and brings the joint to his lips with his other hand.
Ronan explains, “Don’t worry, little angel. This young girl is here in our world of her own free will. She hopes to be offered immortality.”
I gnash my teeth as something dark and ugly stirs inside me.
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?” Daemon asks, watching me through lowered lashes, before tipping his head back and blowing out a cloud of smoke. Nausea swirls inside me. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m so lightheaded and weak or if it’s the girl between his legs.
“Why don’t you join us?” Ronan suggests, patting his thigh. The smirk on his lips is cruel.
I struggle to think coherently. Everything is a haze, but I get the distinct feeling they’re toying with me. The human girl in the room is not the prey the lions lie in wait to attack.
I am.
I rub a hand over my face and blink to clear the haze, but nothing seems to work.
“Have a seat,” Daemon orders, sounding far away. To the girl, he says, “Unzip me.”
She must be excited, because she sets to work on his belt with eager fingers. On the other sofa, Alaric and Ronan chuckle. I don’t know what they find so amusing.
Ronan asks, “Struggling there, brother?”
Daemon shoots him a glare while grinding his teeth so hard that it looks like they might pulverize. The sound of a zipper being undone somewhat clears the haze. My heart is racing too fast. Beside me, the rain comes down harder on the window, soaking the floor where the patio door is ajar to let in the damp air.
The human girl slides her hand over his impressive length and something inside me breaks. Daemon looks tortured behind the mask he wears so well. His eyes stay glued to mine when she leans in and takes him in her mouth.
“Are you comfortable sitting on your hands?” laughs Alaric, his body shaking with chuckles.
“Shut the fuck up,” Daemon barks, his forehead damp with sweat. He closes his eyes, breathing deeply through his nose as he leans back against the couch. Meanwhile, pain lances through my chest at the sight of the girl pleasuring him so fucking willingly. My skin crawls with unfamiliar emotions. I feel territorial. My incisors ache and throb as my wings unfold behind me.
As if he can sense the shift in the air, Daemon slowly opens his eyes and smirks at me.What are you going to do?
The girl moans and something inside me snaps. I’m on her before I know what’s happening, tearing into her flesh with my sharp teeth. Her loud screams only spur me on more. Coaxing the beast with glowing eyes, to step out from the shadows. I snarl like an animal and sink my teeth in further. I drink and drink and keep drinking until her heart slows before ceasing to beat.
As silence falls over the room, I throw her off and wipe my bloodied mouth with the back of my hand. Energy surges through me. My veins tingle and spark with a strength I’ve never felt before. The world is a red haze as I look back at Daemon, who chuckles when I bare my teeth and flare my white wings. Then he shoots up in a blur of movement and fists my hair. It hurts so fucking good.
“What have I said about baring your teeth at me, little angel? You’re not in charge here. I am.”
A fierce snarl rips from my lips, and I shove him with such force that he flies back and collides with the back wall. On the couch, Alaric and Ronan stare with their mouths hanging open before collapsing into laughter. “Well, I’ll be damned.”
There’s a dent in the wall and the couch is upturned. But Daemon, he’s in front of me with my throat clasped tightly in his big hand. “You’re in big fucking trouble now.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, then knee him in the balls and throw myself at him. I should run in the opposite direction, but something inside me—something dark and dangerous—is set on dominating him.
“Fuck,” he growls when I sink my teeth into his neck.
We collide with the upturned couch, toppling to the floor. Alaric and Ronan continue laughing as Daemon tries to fight me off.
“You fucking…” he grunts, getting the upper hand. Tossing me onto my back, he straddles me and pins my arms to the floor with his knees. Blood trickles from bite wounds on his neck, soaking the front of his T-shirt. He’s so angry that his sharp incisors sink into his bottom lip.
Daemon grabs me by the throat and squeezes. “You submit to me.”
My pussy throbs with need. I’ve never felt more alive and more in my body than I do right now. Power thrums in my veins, heady and addictive. My wings push up against Ronan and Alaric’s feet as I spread them beneath me. I refuse to submit to Daemon. He lifts his chin to Alaric, who jumps up and disappears from the room.
