Page 7 of Touched By Sin
“Never seen a hard dick, huh? How do they make babies in Eden?”
“I don’t know,” I reply, feeling foolish when they laugh. “We’re born of the Light.” I lower my head so they can’t see my burning cheeks.
Daemon clears his throat. “Did I say you can look down?”
I glare at him, and he flashes a hint of fang as he smiles.
“Come here,” Ronan tells me, putting his drink down on the coffee table. I go to stand, but he shakes his head. “Crawl to me, little angel.”
I look between them uncertainly.
“What are you waiting for?”
My hands connect with the cheap rug, and it scratches my palms as I slowly crawl over to Ronan. His shoes come into sight, and when I’m settled on my knees between his spread legs, he lifts my chin with his hand. His fingers land on his belt, and I fight the urge to look down. The sound of his belt buckle being undone has my heart racing in my chest. After sliding down his zipper, he shifts. “Look down.”
My throat is dry, and I try to swallow past the strange lump. I’m growing wet between my legs.
“Look. Down.”
My eyes fall on his thick, veiny length against the black fabric of his T-shirt. And as I watch, he fists his cock and strokes his hand over the length.
“Keep watching, little angel.”
A white liquid collects on the tip. He swipes it, letting go of his cock to dip his thumb into my mouth. “Suck.”
It’s salty and delicious. I try not to look too eager.
He’s back to stroking his cock. “I’ll let you watch today, little angel.”
I glance up at him, but he slaps my cheek, ordering me to keep watching. I’m aroused. I’ve never felt anything like this overwhelming desire to let these men use me.
His hand moves faster, jerking the length with expertise. “Do you know what happens when a man comes?”
I shake my head.
Behind me, Daemon chuckles. It’s a low, masculine, and gravelly sound that speaks to something nefarious inside me. “You should give her a demonstration.”
“Trust me, I fucking intend to,” Ronan replies breathily, his hand sliding into the back of my hair. He sits forward and brings his cock closer to my mouth. “Stick your tongue out like a good girl, little angel. It’s time to stuff your hot little mouth full of my cum.”
Curiosity gets the better of me and I comply, looking up at him.
“Fuck,” he groans, stroking his length one more time.. then twice.. three times. “Spread your wings. I want to see them.”
His grip on my hair turns painful. It only hurts more when he stiffens and jerks his hips forward. A hot liquid shoots over my face. I startle, but his hand in my hair prevents me from moving. “That’s it,” he breathes, milking his length. “Look at me, little angel. Such a good little whore, so greedy for my cum.”
Two more spurts of his white, salty liquid. One on my tongue and one over my nose and cheek.
“Hell, that was something else!” He zips himself away and falls back against the couch. I don’t know what to do or how to act. His release is sticky on my skin and it’s humiliating, but that’s what he wants. I like the way he looks at me right now, satisfied and smug. He is pleased to have marked me in front of these other males. Even if they’re his friends. It’s a primal claiming.
Alaric blows cigarette smoke up at the roof. “Do you like being our whore?”
I’m taken aback by his question. “Whore?”
Alaric gestures at me. The release on my face. “You’re an angel covered in semen.Cum.So I’ll ask you again, do you like being our whore?”
Do I?
I look between them. First Daemon and then Ronan, who watches me from beneath lowered lashes.
