Page 86 of Touched By Sin
Daemon rides me from behind and his grip on my hair is so tight that strands get torn from their roots. The burn has nothing on where he’s entering me again and again. I welcome the pain. I own it like a fucking trophy.
Snaking his hand beneath my body, he begins to rub my clit while Alaric sucks on my sensitive nipples. It’s sensation overload.
“Give me those beautiful eyes,” Ronan orders as he stares down at me. The slide of his cock in my mouth, Daemon’s rough grip on my hair to keep me in place while he takes what he needs, and Alaric’s hot mouth on my tits—it’s all too much. I don’t ever want it to end. The elders were wrong. This isn’t Hell; this is Heaven. I’m completely at their mercy and there’s nowhere else I would rather be than here, every hole filled by them.
My fallen angels…
“Fuck, little angel. You feel so good,” Ronan grunts, picking up the pace.
“That’s because she’s a piece of Paradise,” Daemon tells him, sliding his hand up my back and over a wing. I try to snarl, but Ronan shoves me down on his dick, keeping me frozen while they grab a wing each and pry them open.
It’s the ultimate humiliation.
Degradation at its finest.
It only makes me angrier and wetter.
“Ready to talk yet?” Daemon asks, already knowing the answer.
I would shake my head, but I can barely fucking breathe through the snot and saliva. They can fuck me all night—I won’t complain—but I refuse to tell them about my dream. The last thing I want is Lucifer’s downfall because his son is a possessive asshole. This moment is mine. I’m not theirs, and they’re not mine. When this is all said and done, I want them and their kingdom safe. The forces of Heaven and Hell are bigger than me. I’m just an angel who let her curiosity lead her into a shitload of trouble. And that trouble is currently fucking me so hard, I won’t be able to sit for a week.
Pleasure builds low in my belly as Daemon rubs my clit in firm circles, determined to push me over the edge. “You’re just a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Angel?”
I try to peer at him over my shoulder, but Ronan guides me back and takes my mouth, groaning low in his throat. “I’m close.”
“Fuck, so am I! We’re going to stuff your holes with cum, Angel.”
We’re a heap of rocking bodies chasing release. I choke on Ronan’s dick, and it’s such a turn-on that I clamp down on Alaric’s thick cock. Daemon bites down on my shoulder while rubbing my clit harder and faster. His lips brush up against the shell of my ear, and he whispers, “Let go, Angel. Let us have you.”
I come. My entire body tenses up, every muscle contracting when a wave of intense pleasure washes over me.
“That’s it, little angel.” Ronan slides his cock down my throat as my cunt continues pulsing and strangling Alaric’s dick. “Come for us. Let us hear how much you enjoy it.”
Fuck. I don’t recognize my own sounds. I’m trembling and moaning, taking everything they give me.
Ronan curses, spilling his salty seed down my throat.“Fuck!”
I greedily swallow every delicious drop, and just when I begin to think it’s never going to end—that they’ll make true to their promise to fuck me until I divulge who fed on me—Daemon and Alaric stiffen behind and underneath me as they fill me up with their release.
Ronan pulls out of my mouth and tucks himself away, leaving his jeans unbuckled. He walks over to Daemon’s desk, snatches up a packet of cigarettes, and bangs it on his palm.
Daemon collapses next to me on the bed, an arm slung across his face. With a soft sigh, I rest my cheek on Alaric’s chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat beneath my ear. My eyes soon fall closed. I’m content for the first time in my life and happy to lie here in Alaric’s arms while he catches his breath.
“Damn, Angel. You’re killing us,” chuckles Alaric, and I love the deep rumble in his chest.
The chair scrapes on the floor when Ronan pulls it out and plops down, his elbows on his knees. Smoke swirls around his face as he scratches below his lip with his thumbnail.
Soft fingers brush my hair away from my cheek. It’s deceptively gentle until Daemon pinches my chin and moves in close. “You think you won this round? Think again. You will tell us who fed on you.”
“I told you it was an animal.”
He shoves me away before climbing out of bed and tucking his dick away, leaving his pants unbuckled.
I lift my head off Alaric’s sweaty chest to watch Daemon disappear into the adjoining bathroom.
The shower turns on.
“Don’t even think about it,” Alaric says, fisting my hair and forcing my lips to his. “You’re mine until he returns.”
