Page 61 of Touched By Sin
Fisting her hair, I force her head back, baring the creamy column of her neck. The pulse point in her neck flutters wildly against her skin, and I can practically hear her hammering heartbeat. The desire is there to discard the food, slam Angel up against the wall, and take what I need.
I haven’t fucked anyone for weeks now and I’m not used to dry spells like this. My mouth waters at the memory of her tight cunt wrapped around me and my dick smeared with her scarlet virginity. Maybe I should have made it special for her and treated her like the angel she is. I dismiss that thought. I don’t do romance. I take what I want, when I want. And right now, I want the little angel. I want her so fucking much that my skin tingles in anticipation when she’s near. All it takes is one defiant look, and I’m hard.
I bare my teeth and growl, “Feed!”
“No!”
Gripping her harder and inching closer, I pull her hair. I want to hurt her and force her hand. The urge to dominate is so fucking strong that I can’t stop myself from diving down and dragging my nose over her neck. Her sweet, tempting scent is designed to draw me in like a bee to her nectar.
Her pulse flutters against my lips, and when I threaten to sink my teeth into her creamy skin, she fists my T-shirt.
I give in to the urge and a shudder runs through me at the feel of my teeth slowly penetrating her skin, sinking deeper and deeper. I groan with desire. Her warm blood spills, flowing into my mouth like a river of need. Fucking hell, she’s a drug. The urge to drive into her is too much. I slam her up against the wall next to the human girl, yanking her dress up. Her panties have a damp patch and her moans are loud in the quiet alley. This feeling right here is dangerous, and is why I should keep my distance. I’ve got a meal not five inches away, but I’m drinking my little angel’s blood instead. It can’t sustain me, but my body sure wants to believe it can.
Pushing off the wall, I stumble back and point a stern finger at the human girl as I growl at Angel, “Fucking feed!”
Amused, Alaric chuckles next to me, clasping my shoulder. “Struggling, brother?”
I swipe Angel’s blood off my chin with the back of my hand, my tongue trailing over my teeth. I don’t deny it. How can I when she peers at me through lowered lashes, with beads of scarlet trailing down her neck and that glazed look in her eyes? Much to my surprise, she shifts closer to the girl, nudging Ronan out of the way. I can’t hear what she’s saying, but she talks to the girl in a soothing voice as her hand disappears beneath the girl’s skirt. I watch her pleasure her prey; something I can no longer do.
“Beautiful,” she whispers, “so smooth and wet.”
The human shudders as her lips part. Angel leans in to taste her quivering breath while stealing the whimpers that slip from her tongue.
Ronan and I exchange a look.How?
I frown.I don’t fucking know.
Alaric joins in.She’s making us look like a bunch of incompetent pussies.
“Tell me about it,” I huff out loud.
The woman’s eyes roll back as she comes. Angel leans in close and breathes her in before she strikes, causing the human to release a tiny cry.
It gets me hard to watch Angel feed. To see something so pure indulge. I don’t know how it happened, but she’s the sun in our galaxy now. We’re drawn in by her gravity. Three alphas, circling around one angel with wings white as snow. If I’d known this would happen when I stole her from the woods like some fucking prize, I would have stayed well clear. But it’s too late to change shit now.
She steps back and smiles innocently at us through bloodied teeth. “Your turn, boys.”
Alaric and Ronan surge forward to have their fill, but I narrow my eyes on her. “What game are you playing? First you refuse to feed, fighting me tooth and fucking nail, and now you give me the innocent doe eyes?”
I know I’ve been played when her long nails walk a slow path up my chest, but I am yet to figure out what playing board I’m on. I thought we were playing chess, but I don’t recognize these pieces. The rules are foreign to me. Angel uses it to get the upper hand.
“What was it you said to me, Daemon? Oh, I remember now.” As she leans in, her lips curve into a dangerous smile that brings armies to their knees. “Fucking feed.”
She leaves me to stare after her like some cartoon character with hearty eyes. It’s not my imagination that she puts extra sway in her hips, is it? I don’t understand women. She spends a week looking demure—a ghost of her former self—and now she’s playing power games with me? She knows I’m a sucker for those.
“The well is drying up. You’ll miss out,” Ronan warns.
I snap my gaze away from her retreating form and move in, my fangs glinting in the moonlight.
ChapterEighteen
AURELIA
The blood moon hangs low in the sky, close to the Earth, and unusually big. It guides me deeper into the trees. It’s quiet. Not even the wind dares rustle the leaves. The single, red door up ahead creaks open an inch, urging me closer as golden light spills out, flooding the ground. With a glance behind me, I squint into the shadows. I’m alone. I turn back around, taking a hesitant step forward, when a twig snaps under my foot. Damp leaves stick to my feet, and the hem of my long white dress is stained from dragging behind me.
Aurelia…
Moving a fir branch out of the way and stepping over a small stream of water, I gaze at the door. It’s closer now, my bare feet stepping into the beam of light on the damp ground.
