Page 59 of Touched By Sin
“Really? You feel happy?”
He rolls over on his stomach, peering down at me. There’s a soft look on his face that I’m unfamiliar with. My heart skips a beat.
“Right now? Sure.”
My cheeks heat and I’m grateful the darkness hides my blush.
“Your wings will grow back in and you’ll be able to fly again.” He stares at the stars overhead while I scan my eyes over his neck and the stubble on his jaw, and his wings that peek out behind his shoulders.
“I will find a way back home.”
His eyes come back to me, brown against my blue. “I believe you.”
I swallow thickly, trapped in him and the hum of energy between us.
“I can’t explain it,” I whisper, biting my lip nervously. “But I can feel something inside me. A power of some kind.”
He bounces his eyes between mine but stays silent. An owl hoots in the distance, and the breeze makes me shiver from the cold. I don’t want to leave. I like this moment here with him—how he looks at me.
“Don’t do that,” he whispers, with a slight shake of his head.
My brows knit together. “What am I doing?”
“Your eyes, they’re all wide and shit. Don’t do that girly thing where you look at me like I hung the moon. I fucking didn’t.”
Laughter bubbles up inside me. He shifts back onto his knees when I push up on my elbows. “Trust me, my eyes are not ‘wide and shit.’”
“Look!” He gestures at my face. “You’re doing it now.”
I drop my head back and laugh—a carefree sound I haven’t heard in a long time. “I’m not doing anything.”
When I look back at him, he narrows his eyes. I sit up too, playfully pushing his chest. “Get over yourself. You’re not that special.”
Dimples pop in his cheeks as he laughs. I’ve never seen his face light up like this and it steals my breath away.
His eyes settle on mine, soft and searching. “For what it’s worth, I’m happy you’re here.”
Before I have a chance to reply, he rises to his feet and takes off, flying into the night.
ChapterSeventeen
DAEMON
We’re back in the human world, on the hunt for food, and our little angel looks anything but impressed as she follows behind us quietly.
I don’t like that the fire has gone out of her. But at the same time, it makes me feel in control and I like that. I hate how I feel in her presence—the sheer fucking power she holds over me. No woman should be able to bring me to my fucking knees like she does with one look.
I’ve tried to lose myself in other girls, but it’s not easy when I can’t touch them because of whatever voodoo magic she’s possessed me with. If I sit on my hands, willing myself not to flee, I can let them have their way with me, but I can’t actively participate. It makes me look like a fucking pussy. And what’s worse? It’s my little angel I see while they get me off. It’s always fucking her. I can’t get her out of my head. Even though she went behind my back and fucked my cousin.
He’s been inside her, tasted her lips, and witnessed her beauty when she comes. I can’t move past it. If not for our fathers, I would pluck out his eyes and keep them on my fucking nightstand. I might just do it anyway. Screw my father and whatever punishment he’ll dole out. Screw the wider repercussions. Dmitriy is a snake in the grass.
The music in this bar is too loud, and the smell of sweat, alcohol, and pussy is thick in the air. I’m no longer in the mood for this, but we need to feed. I don’t want to have to settle for the food in the cafeteria. Scared, anemic girls don’t do it for me; their blood doesn’t satisfy me.
We reach the dance floor, and I scan my eyes over the throng of sweaty, dancing bodies. My attention lands on a sultry brunette with tits that threaten to spill out of her sequin dress. I would have gladly fucked her if the little angel hadn’t cut off my balls. “I’m going in.”
Ronan and Alaric stay behind to ensure our angel doesn’t do anything stupid like she did last time. Tonight, she’ll have to stay and watch the hunt.
The woman notices my approach and offers an inviting smile that says,take me home, so I can bounce on your dick all night.
