Page 37 of Touched By Sin
My dick throbs.
Lifting my chin, I give a silent command to Alaric, who slides his hand inside his pocket, takes out his cell, and swipes the screen. Then he puts it to his ear and asks, “Want Dari to bring a couple of friends too?”
I nod, palming my length. “Yeah, at least two.”
Angel snaps her eyes to Alaric, but she’s too angry to call us out on our bluff. Her breaths are coming hard and fast, causing her beautiful tits to rise and fall. I want her ass in my hands and her nipples in my mouth.
“Please, Daemon, may I suck your cock?” she bites out.
I nearly come. My balls tighten at the fury in her eyes. “Daemon?”
“Master.”
“Good girl.” I place my hands on the armrests, spreading my thighs wider. “I’m all yours. Worship at your king’s feet.”
Alaric lowers his phone, and we share an amused glance. We toppled her queen this time, and the sweet victory tastes delicious on my tongue.
Her warm mouth covers me again, and I don’t stop her this time. I let her taste and suck on me like she’s waited a lifetime for my dick. The urge to ram my cock down her throat is strong, but it would defeat the purpose. I’m the one in control here, not her.
“Deeper, beautiful. I want to hear you gag.”
Her throat constricts around my length, and I bite down on my tongue to stop myself from coming. “Spread your wings. Let me see them while you suck me.”
They slowly unfurl, large and majestic. My hand lands in her hair, holding her down on my length while I begin to fuck her throat. I said I wouldn’t take control, but the primal need to make an angel with such large wings—almost as big as mine—submit is overwhelming. I’m her king; she bows to me. “Hell, your throat, little angel. I could listen to you gag all fucking night.”
Her wings threaten to close, so I give another deep thrust, feeling her throat constrict around me. “Keep them open. I want to see them when I stuff your mouth with my cum.”
Her nails dig into my thighs, drawing blood through the rips in my jeans. It hurts, but I welcome the pain. She wants it, but she also doesn’t want it. It’s a heady mix. I’m an asshole, and I don’t pretend otherwise. She still comes crawling back for more.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding out of her mouth. “Stick your tongue out and flatten it.”
Hell, the sight of her with her mouth open, tongue out, ready and eager to take my release, pushes me over the edge and I paint her with my desire. With her wings spread out behind her, she looks up at me as my cum showers over her face, beading on her lashes and lips. I always want her like this. Bruised, ruined, and spent. She looks like she let three insatiable fallen angels have their way with her, and there’s no way back now.
She’s ours.
ChapterEleven
AURELIA
Icouldn’t sleep last night, tossing and turning in bed. It stopped raining in the early hours, so I tiptoed out of bed and snuck outside into the yard at the back of the property while the boys were asleep. Daemon is in his bedroom, and Ronan and Alaric are spread out on the couches in the living room. The air smells of damp grass and failure. I’ve tried to fly for the last two hours, but it’s impossible.
I don’t know what I’m doing wrong. I’m an angel with wings. If I can’t fly, then who am I, and what’s the purpose of my wings? I feel like a fucking failure.
The birds are slowly waking up, singing their songs in the trees. It amazes me that they still know the hour of the day despite the perpetual night. Life finds a way to flourish even in the darkness.
Closing my eyes, I breathe in deeply in an attempt to wrangle my frustration. My shoulders ache from the weight of my wings. It’s a pain I’m quickly growing used to, and until my muscles strengthen, it’ll keep hurting.
I give an experimental flap, but nothing happens. Nothing at all. My bare feet stay planted on the ground.
“Dammit!” I growl.
“Do angels curse in Eden?”
My heart trips over itself and I whirl around. Daemon is slowly walking toward me, his hands in his pockets and shirtless. My mouth goes dry.
“Not trying to escape, are you?”
“No,” I croak as he stops in front of me, towering like a demon.
