Page 21 of Touched By Sin
“Ronan says you drink blood.”
Alaric laughs and his sharp fangs draw my eyes. “We do. Does that scare you?”
Sliding my finger over my plate, I swipe up the juice from the sliced strawberries, bringing my finger to my mouth. They watch me suck it clean. I take my time, teasing them. “No, it doesn’t scare me.”
“So it wouldn’t scare you if we said we wanted to feed on you?” Alaric is amused. I can see it in the glint in his eye.
“I would tell you to fuck off.”
“No,” a voice behind them drawls. It’s Daemon, leaning against the doorframe. “You would bare your neck and spread your legs like a seasoned whore while begging for our teeth and cocks.”
“You think too highly of yourself,” I tell him as I pick up a slice of melon. “I would sooner let your cousin drink my blood than you.”
It’s the wrong thing to say—or the right thing, depending on how you look at it. Daemon pushes off the doorframe, striding toward me. He turns my chair to face him and then he’s in my face, growling, “If I see you so much as look in his direction, I’ll make you regret it, understood?”
Placing the slice of melon back down, I fold my arms over my chest, refusing to let him see his effect on me. My heart is racing in my chest, and an ache starts up between my legs the longer he pins me in place with those dark, angry eyes that promise untold pleasure and pain. “The double standards boggle the mind. So you can look at—no, let me rephrase—you canfuckDariana, but I can’t look at your cousin?”
He doesn’t reply, but the tic in his cheek makes me suppress a smile.
He’s so tense.
“What if I told you I don’t play by your rules?”
“Defy me, and let’s see what happens.”
I ease myself off the chair, shoving his chest to make him move. “I think I will. While you were fucking those girls last night, I touched myself to thoughts of Dmitriy’s wings. God, I bet they look magnificent spread ou—”
Daemon grasps my throat and snarls, “Shut your mouth!”
“Or what?!” I snap. “What are you going to do? Have your girls touch me? Or will you torment me yourself and leave me hanging because I won’t beg? It must be hell for you, big boy, to crave me to beg. Tell me, did you think of me when you fucked her last night?”
Daemon is seconds away from blowing up on me. He’s strung so tightly that it’s a miracle he hasn’t killed someone.
“Meanwhile, I was thinking of someone else. Someone who would gladly feed me his cock, if only to watchyousquirm.”
He slaps me. I don’t think he means to do it, but his hand flies out before he can stop himself. It’s sexy as hell to watch him lose control. I want to poke the bear again.
Grabbing my hair, he pulls it. “Let’s get one thing perfectly clear. You belong to us, and you’re ours to do with as we fucking please. You don’t have a fucking say in what we do. I saw you last night when you ran out. You were jealous. You wanted to scream at me to stop, but your pride kept you from voicing the hurt inside you. Until you beg, I’ll fuck a different girl every night. You will break, Angel, sooner or later.” He grabs my hand, flattening it over the hard bulge inside his jeans. “Beg, and it’s yours. Beg, and no other girl gets to enjoy it.”
I bare my teeth and snatch my hand back, cursing my tingling fingers that burn with the vibrant memory of the outline of his hard cock. “Go to hell!”
He simply shrugs and steps back. “I’m already in Hell, remember? And so are you now.”
Alaric and Ronan follow him with amusement in their eyes as he walks out. Then they look at me. The handprint on my cheek. “You had to anger him, didn’t you?”
Rounding the island, I smile sweetly at Ronan. “It’s so much fun.”
They gaze down at me as I stop in front of them and walk my fingers up their chests. “You shouldn’t have taken me that night. Not all angels are good.”
“We’re catching on quick,” Alaric responds huskily.
“Yeah?” I graze my fingers over his hard dick inside his boxers. Daemon is the leader. To get to him, I must go through these boys. His loyal minions.
“You’re playing with fire,” Alaric warns, but he doesn’t stop me.
Humming, I squeeze his length through the thin fabric. “I think I would like to get burned.”
“You’re a virgin.” Ronan steps behind me, brushing my hair from my shoulder. “We’d ruin you.”
