Page 55 of Touched By Darkness

I tongue fuck her in time with my thrusts into her ass until she’s a panting, sweaty mess.

Until I have her right where I want her.

Call me a dragon slayer.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for us?” Alaric asks, stroking her sweaty, bloody hair away from her face. “You gonna come on my brother’s tongue like a good little slut?”

“I can’t fucking believe this,” Dariana mutters over by the door.

“Stop being a bore. She’s enjoying it.”

“Isn’t that the fucking truth?” laughs Alaric, with her hair fisted tightly in one of his hands while he slides his fingers through her raven feathers. “Just fucking look at her, she’s practically begging for cock.”

My lips curve with a smile against her glistening slit, and I suck her throbbing clit between my lips.

It’s game over for our new plaything.

Pleasure bursts behind the red mist in her eyes, and she lets out a scream while rocking against my mouth.

I reward her with a hard slap to her ass, watching it jiggle like delicious jelly.

So fucking satisfying, and I’m still hard as a fucking rock.

By the looks of it, so are my brothers.

When I climb off the bed, Ronan comes to stand beside me.

“Look at that wet pussy.” His voice sounds as tortured as I feel, and I only just finished drinking her honey like it was my very own elixir.

Alaric is pacing behind me, his cock tenting his black sweatpants.

“We’re masochists,” Ronan grumbles.

“What’s stopping you from taking what you want?” Dariana asks, inspecting her nails. Then she wiggles them in our direction. “You just did, so what’s stopping you now?”

“That wasn’t about us,” I reply, my voice deadpan. “Like you said, she won’t remember it tomorrow. I won’t fuck that pink pussy, no matter how much she begs, until she’s in a state where she can remember me fucking her raw.”

“Well, you’ll be waiting for a while. Her eyes are still burning red.”

Squeezing the hard outline of my cock, I reply, “It’s a good thing I’m patient.”

AURELIA

The first thing I notice when I blink my eyes open is that my mouth is dry—so dry that I struggle to swallow. The second thing I notice is that I can’t move my arms because they’re tied to the bedposts.

My eyes widen, and I lift my head to look around.

What the fuck? Where am I?

I gasp. This is Daemon’s room.

“Did you sleep well, princess?” his deep voice drawls behind me, and I strain my neck to see him.

Of course, I can’t. Not while he’s seated on his chair directly behind me by the desk.

“You’ve been flat out for hours.” The desk chair creaks, and then he walks up beside me, fists my hair, and yanks my head back. His dark eyes roam over my face, drinking me up. “Your eyes are brown again,” he notes.

I try to free my wrists, but the sting has me wincing. “Why am I tied up naked in your bed?”

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