Page 54 of Touched By Darkness

Alaric chuckles, then wets his lips. “She went feral, as you can see. We had to tie her down.”

Dariana’s eyes bug out. “And why is Daemon fingering her?”

“Because it’s fun,” I drawl, reaching forward to pull her hair. The angel rewards me with fierce snarls and growls.

Ronan hides his laughter behind his closed fist.

“Don’t you think it’s mean to touch her when she’s this out of it?” Dariana asks, and Alaric turns his body to face her with a frown. “What happened to Dariana, and what did you do to her body?”

“I’m just saying… will she even remember this tomorrow?”

“Doubtful,” Alaric mumbles, turning back to the scene.

Sliding my fingers out, I suck them clean, then shove them back inside her and finger her with renewed zest. I hunger for this little monster’s orgasm as much as she does, and I don’t care if she remembers this tomorrow or not. Because I sure will. “Grab a wing, let’s piss her off some more,” I tell the guys.

“Oh, come on,” Dariana pleads when they step forward, equally eager to have some fucking fun. “This is just cruel.”

“How is it cruel when she enjoys it?” Ronan asks, untying the ropes around her wings.

When they spring open, Ronan and Alaric jump back with wide eyes. “Shit, I knew they were big, but what the hell?”

“Restrain them,” I order, slowing my strokes inside her soaking cunt. “I want her really fucking pissed off.”

The air slices with every powerful sweep of her wings. It takes Ronan and Alaric a few attempts to wrangle each one, but their grins are wide and their eyes sparkle from the challenge.

Ronan grunts from the effort. “Jesus fuck, where did she come from?”

“Heaven, apparently,” Alaric replies.

“Doubtful.”

I lie down between her thighs, then grab them, sliding my tongue through her soaking folds. The sounds that rip from her chest are so fucking arousing. It’s like she’s begging for more while also threatening to kill me. I know she wants to. The bloodlust oozes from her every pore.

My fingers dig into her thighs as I lick her tight little cunt. The closer she comes to falling apart on my tongue, the harder my dick gets. I want to ram it inside her and stuff her full of my cum. I want to unleash my inner beast on her prone body.

I want to do bad fucking things to her.

“Enjoying yourself?” chuckles Alaric, who struggles to restrain her wings now that she’s properly pissed off.

“You jealous?” I taunt, sliding my hands up to her ass and spreading her cheeks apart.

“What a stupid fucking question.”

Her tight exit looks so damn tempting.

Leaning in, I sink my teeth into her ass cheek, then chuckle when she renews her struggle to break free. Blood pours freely from the cuts on her wrists where the rope digs in, but she’s oblivious, focused instead on her fierce anger.

“Easy now, beautiful,” I soothe, dragging my wet thumb over her puckered hole. “You’re hurting yourself.”

My thumb pops inside, and she stiffens.

“That’s a good girl,” I praise. “Nice and easy now.”

She has stopped snarling and is now panting harshly through her nose while I begin to fuck her ass with my thumb. When I lean back down and bury my tongue inside her dripping cunt, she makes a sound that’s almost like an angel and less like a snarling animal.

“Yes, baby, that’s it,” Ronan praises her. “You like that, huh?”

Her body undulates, welcoming me as the fight leaves her and the need to kill recedes.

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