Page 87 of Touched By Sin
Behind us, Ronan chuckles. He takes another pull and the embers crackle, glowing orange in the dim room. “How many orgasms will it take before you sing like a lark, Angel?”
When I peer at him over my shoulder, Alaric grips my chin and yanks me back. “The first two or three feel like heaven. But that pleasure soon becomes too much.”
“I’m trying to protect the kingdom. Trust me, you don’t want Daemon to find out.”
“Daemon will find out anyway. Nothing and no one can stop him when he sets his mind on something.”
“Good thing I’m no longer a stranger to pain.”
Alaric’s raspy chuckle dances across my lips. “Careful, beautiful, or we’ll tear you to pieces.” He nips my bottom lip and slaps my ass before flipping me onto my back. My smart reply dies on my tongue when he kicks my legs apart with his knees and sinks into me.
ChapterTwenty-Six
AURELIA
I’m on my way to the library when Dariana catches up to me in the hallway. “You have that glow,” she teases.
“What glow?”
Her hair is up in a messy bun, and her black dress flows around her thighs. She smiles at me through her red-painted lips. “Like you’ve had them all at the same time.”
My eyes widen as I pause in the middle of the hallway. “They told you?”
Waving me off, she continues walking. “Relax, no one said a thing. It was a lucky guess.” She looks at me over her shoulder and winks. “And I was right, judging by the blush on your cheeks.”
Okay, so maybe I’m smiling a little too big. Sue me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Right, right.” She nods as we enter the library.
I love the silence and the smell of old books, the wisdom that whispers in the air. The lady behind the counter looks up from the novel splayed in front of her before lowering her gaze back down and turning the page. We walk deeper into the library until we reach the back, where there’s a small seating area. Lanterns sit in the middle of the circular table, and the soft glow from the flames throws shadows across Dariana’s face as she takes a seat in one of the chairs.
I pick up a lantern, using it to peruse the books on the nearest shelf while she watches me. Feeling self-conscious, I peer at her over my shoulder. “You’re staring at me.”
“What are you looking for?”
The flame of the candle flickers wildly as I hold it up in front of the books. “Something to shed light on my dreams.”
Surely, there must be information in a library this old. The chair scrapes on the stone floor, and then she’s behind me, reaching over my shoulder to drag her fingers over the spines. Her nails are painted red to match her lipstick, and she’s wearing a golden bracelet with a small heart charm.
“What are we looking for exactly?”
I try to focus, but it isn’t easy when she’s so close and her warm breaths dance across my bare shoulder. “Something about doors, maybe?”
“Doors, maybe? Or dreams about being attacked by Lucifer’s brother.”
My eyes widen, the flame flickering wildly inside the lantern as I whirl around.
“What’s the matter?” she says, before I’ve had a chance to utter a word. “Didn’t think we would figure it out?”
“Oh, my God,” I whisper shakily. “I don’t want them to do something stupid.”
She lifts her hand, twirling it through the air. Then she clicks her fingers, and the fire in the lantern goes out, bathing us in darkness. My heart starts pounding. “Dariana?”
With another click, a small flame flickers to life in the palm of her hand. She brings her eyes to me, watching me over the flickering fire. “Daemon will stop at nothing to keep you safe.”
It’s why I need to find a way to escape. “You’re friends with him; he’ll listen to you.”
“No,” she replies, blowing out the flame. “He won’t.” Shifting closer and sliding her hand into my hair, her lips curve into a smile against my neck. “He’ll burn the whole world down for you.”
