Page 129 of Touched By Darkness

Whatever.

He’s fucking pussy whipped.

Is he in love with her? I don’t know. But he’s drawn to her because she’s a challenge, and Daemon likes those more than anything. He likes that she doesn’t bend to his will unless he makes her.

He especially likes that she has the potential to be more powerful than him. That really gets his back up and provokes the alpha within him.

I bring the joint to my lips and squint as I take a deep pull, watching the flames dance in the fireplace. The others have gone to bed, but I can’t sleep. Too restless from the day’s events.

The creak of the floorboards announces her arrival. She enters the living room, wearing a short, flowing dress, her long legs on display.

My eyes skate down her body, feasting on her smooth skin, then flick back up. “How did you escape security?”

More importantly, how did Daemon stay asleep? The guy is a worse sleeper than me.

Her bare feet pad closer, black painted toenails sinking into the thick carpet. “I have my ways.”

“If you fucked his guards, they’ll be dead by the morning.” She didn’t. I’d be able to smell the males on her if she did, but I let the threat linger in the air.

Her smile is saccharine, and I like that she is comfortable enough around me to treat me to a healthy dose of attitude. It reminds me of Dari when we were younger. Back then, she used to dislike me for reasons unbeknownst to me. I’ve always been a charmer, in my opinion.

“I fucked them all. At the same time.”

My smile is easy. “Daemon will still spank your ass for sneaking out of bed.”

Wincing from his treatment earlier, she sits beside me on the couch. “Can’t wait.”

“Do you mean that?” I ask as she watches me smoke the joint.

“I do, yes.”

I get the sense it’s not because of the pleasure, even if that’s a side perk. Her reasoning is something deeper. Something I can’t begin to unravel, but because I’m curious, I ask, “How so?”

I take another pull on the joint, watching her through the curling smoke.

Aurelia shifts on the couch to face me and tucks her hair behind her ear. “I know what it’s like to not be seen by him... or you…”

I pause, the joint dangling from my lips.

And like a predator in the night, she climbs onto my lap and straddles me. Her soft fingers stroke my hair away from my brow, then slide over the stubble on my cheek and jaw before tracing the dip on my top lip. I hold my breath, surprisingly affected by her touch.

Removing the joint from between my lips, she takes a drag while holding my gaze. I check my senses to ensure she’s not pulling the same stunt on me that she did on Daemon earlier. But no, I still have my wits about me. I’m still in control of my own mind and actions.

She places the joint back and orders me to smoke, which I do, one arm slung over the top of the couch.

“I think you see me now,” she breathes, rolling her hips against me.

I smoke in silence while she grinds herself against me. There’s something about her that demands attention, and it’s not her tempting cleavage or how the strap of her dress has slid from her shoulder to reveal more of the swell of her breasts.

But I am a man with a brain pumping blood to my dick, so I tuck the joint between my lips before yanking down her dress. Her breasts bounce free, swollen with pink, peaked nipples.

Leaning forward and reaching behind her, I crush the joint in the ashtray on the coffee table, then relax back to palm her full tits. They’re a little more than a handful. Just fucking perfect. I cup a breast and swirl the tip of my tongue over the hard bud, over and over, until she tugs on the hair at my nape.

“You torture me.”

I look up at her from between her full breasts. “Show me how you manipulate fire.”

She stiffens in my arms. “Now?”

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