Page 60 of Touched By Darkness

“Her?” He sounds incredulous. “Why not some easier prey?”

“Who said I want easy?”

Daemon snorts, then gestures for her to pour him a beer. We don’t consume human food and drinks for sustenance, but we can still enjoy alcohol like the pathetic humans crowding this bar.

Ronan joins us, his hair disheveled and his shirt creased.

I eye the lipstick mark on his collar. “We’ve been here less than ten minutes and you’ve already fucked a human?”

He slaps the bar to catch the barmaid’s attention, then says to me, “Ten minutes? Are you on drugs? I take a lot fucking longer to finish than ten minutes.”

“I don’t understand why you fuck humans if you’re not gonna feed on them,” Daemon drawls, raising the pint of beer to his lips. “They’re mediocre in bed, at best.”

“But it’s so much fun to make them bounce on my cock and watch the sheer fucking surprise on their faces. Human men don’t have half the stamina of angels.”

“They can’t be all that fucking bad since our female angels still fuck them as part of the hunt.” There’s an edge to Daemon’s voice that makes me look over at him with an intrigued frown.

He meets my gaze, lowers the glass from his mouth, and wipes the froth off his lips. “What?”

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“That comment?”

“What comment?” Daemon downs the last of his beer before gesturing for a refill.

“The one about female angels fucking human men as part of the hunt?”

Daemon accepts the glass of beer, ignoring me as he gulps it like it’s soda.

“I bet he smarts because the little witch fucked the human man before killing him in cold blood and tearing into him like a wrapped Christmas present.”

My eyes fly to Ronan, and then it dawns on me. Daemon is jealous.

I laugh before I can stop myself. “Seriously, Daemon? That’s what you’re thinking about right now? The little witch fucking a human?”

His dark eyes slowly slide to me, so slowly it’s a miracle a century hasn’t passed before the full weight of his dark gaze lands on my face. “And your point is?”

My shoulders rise and fall in a careless shrug. “Just that I have never seen you jealous before.”

“I’m not fucking jealous.”

Another pint of beer is placed in front of him, as if the lady behind the bar can sense the tension that radiates off him like heat waves in summer.

He barely spares her a glance.

Ronan speaks up. “I bet the human she killed loved it when she sucked his dick. I don’t care how scared he was; I bet she sucked him down like he was her favorite meal, and he probably choked to death on his own saliva.”

The glass in Daemon’s hand shatters, and I jump back when the cold beer pours everywhere.

“Not jealous, huh?” Ronan looks far too fucking amused.

“I can’t believe you’re jealous because of a dead human man.” I flap my wet T-shirt.

“He’s fucking lucky he’s dead, or what she did to him would look like child’s play in comparison.”

Ronan and I stare after Daemon as he walks over to the dance floor in search of an easy meal.

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