He hauls me into the hallway and down a set of stairs. The stone walls are lined with flickering torches that light our way, casting shadows along the walls. Beneath my feet, the steps are icy cold and I shiver.
“There are certain rules we expect you to adhere to when we leave here.” His voice is deep and raspy as he digs his fingers into my neck. I fight the tingle that threatens. The others wait for us by the bottom of the stairs, their dark, hungry eyes tracking my every step.
Daemon moves forward. “You’re ours now and we get to do with you as we fucking please, do you understand?”
A blush creeps up my neck as anger rises within me thick and fast. It’s a feeling I’ve only ever read about, as mythical as the boys in front of me. I glare at him, and he glowers back.
“Do you understand?” he asks tersely again.
I close the small distance between us. Behind me, my wings ache to stretch out and show him I’m not scared. I follow that instinct, and the fire that flickers in his eyes burns brighter when my wings unfold.
“I am not yours!”
In one swift motion, his hand shoots out and grabs me by the throat.
My wings snap shut.
“I can still taste your sweet pussy on my lips,little angel. Let’s not pretend you don’t want me to taste you again.”
Behind me, Ronan and Alaric chuckle darkly.
“I hate you!” I snarl, surprised by the violent emotion.
Hate…
It’s unlike any other emotion. Volatile and destructive, like a tornado in a trailer park. I want to hurt him while he begs for more. I want to claw his eyes out. I also want to climb him like the tree I used to scale as a young girl to look over the wall at the forest beyond.
His eyes flicker with danger and his smile grows. “Never felt anger before, beautiful girl? Tell me,” he taunts, breathing against my lips. “Are you wet? Greedy for cock? Want to feel your tight little virgin cunt stretched to its limit? Hate sex is the best.”
My wings are out again, and his unfolds to match mine. His wide smile is taunting, knowing.
“You can’t beat me,” he whispers, squeezing my throat while skimming his fingers up my thigh, beneath my dress. The slide of his touch over my damp panties causes me to gasp into his mouth. Daemon snatches up my lip, sucking on it until my legs threaten to give out. “No looking at other boys,” he warns, snaking his fingers inside my panties. “If I catch you flirting with another boy, I’ll make you regret it, understood?”
My hips rock forward, seeking the reward building slowly inside me when he rubs my clit. The same warm, fuzzy feeling that stole my breath last night.
A hand behind me slides over my wing, tracing the curve. “They’re so white.”
Daemon doesn’t look away from my face as he says, “When we’re done with her, the color of her wings won’t matter. She’ll be corrupt beyond repair. Her precious Heaven won’t want her back.”
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and just when I’m about to be swept out to sea and drowned in his magical touch, he steps away. I’m unsteady on my legs, swaying on the spot. Strong hands grip me from behind, and a set of soft lips whisper in my ear, “Watch.”
Daemon looks me in the eye while licking me off his fingers. I shiver as they disappear into his mouth before slowly sliding back out. “So fucking delicious,” he drawls, moving forward again, patting my cheek with his damp digits. “Be a good girl today, and we’ll take care of that ache later.”
He’s right—my pussy throbs with need. I want to beg him to finish what he started and put me out of my misery with his forbidden touch and filthy words, but I clamp my mouth shut instead. I’m a goddamn angel. I am pure.Or I was until last night,a voice inside my head whispers.
“Let’s get this show on the road.” Ronan walks past and opens the door for us. He smiles at me on my way out. “Don’t look so angry, little angel. Would you rather we keep our new toy locked away in the tower?”
“I can’t believe we caught a fucking angel,” Alaric drawls behind me as we set off down the gravel path.
Daemon walks ahead of us, the embers of his cigarette glowing orange in the darkness.
“I know,” Ronan responds. “The others will be so fucking jealous.”
“Hey, Daemon. What did your dad say when you told him about the angel?”
Daemon turns and walks backward, his muscles straining against his dark T-shirt. Lowering the cigarette from his lips, he blows out a thick cloud of smoke. “He wants to see her for himself when he returns.”
“Uh-oh,” laughs Alaric, shoving me forward a step with his hand on my back. “Do you hear that, sweet thing? You’ll meet Daddy dearest soon. Daemon’s father is not someone you want to upset.”