Page 61 of Touched By Darkness

“Well,” I start, “I didn’t see that curveball coming.”

“Are you kidding me?” chuckles Ronan. “I saw it coming a mile away when she first gave him attitude.”

I consider his words while leaning back against the counter with my arms crossed over my chest.

Two girls wearing minuscule dresses, with fake tits and pouty lips, throw us flirty glances. Ronan entertains their advances by buying them a round of drinks.

Me? I’m watching Daemon finger a girl in plain sight on the dance floor as if he carries a personal vendetta against the human. It wouldn’t surprise me if he drains her blood for everyone here to see, too.

I should probably intervene before I have to clean up another mess, but more pressing thoughts steal my attention. “What do you think of the little witch’s story?”

Ronan, who has planted himself between the girls, looks up, his eyes bright and amused. “I think we should take these girls somewhere and fuck their tits.”

I frown, dragging my eyes away from Daemon and the human girl. “What?”

The horndog has his hand down each girl’s dress, fondling their breasts.

“Can you focus for a moment?”

He pulls a face that makes the girls laugh, then he reluctantly looks over at me.

“Do you think the little witch was talking about herself? That she has somehow… I don’t know...”

“The timeline shit?”

“Yeah.” I pick up my glass of beer and let the sparkling bubbles cool my insides.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anything so ridiculous in my life.”

“She seemed sincere.”

“She just wants to fuck us.” He’s back to playing with the girls’ tits.

With a frown, I tip the glass back and drink the last remnants of beer before slamming the glass down and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “If she wanted to fuck us, she would just ask us to fuck her.”

“Well, if it’s not sex she wants, then she’s planning something with Amenadiel.”

Now that sounds more likely, but I still can’t stop mulling her story over in my head. If she was, in fact, telling the truth, then that means she’s met us before. She mentioned falling in love with us.

My brain loves a good puzzle, and this is the ultimate challenge for me to piece together. But there are pieces missing to complete it.

“We’re going about this all wrong,” I muse. “We should befriend her and get her to trust us.”

I can’t see any other way to dig the truth out of her, and it’s quickly becoming abundantly clear that I crave more information.

“Dariana is on it.”

My head shakes as I slide the empty glass away. “That’s not enough. We need her to trust us, too.”

“Can’t you just fucking relax for a minute? I’m starving, and these fine young ladies want us to do bad things to them in the dark alleyway outside.” He cups their chins. “Isn’t that right, ladies?”

We came here to hunt, and the willing prey is gazing up at us with stars in their eyes, but blood is the last thing on my mind. For once, my brain is talking my dick off the ledge. Even so, I know we need to feed. It’s been a while since we visited the human world and I need this as much as my brothers.

I follow them across the dance floor, weaving through bodies, past Daemon, who is still fingering the human with punishing thrusts, and outside into the cold and dark night.

Ronan is straight in there, fucking one girl hard against the brick wall while the other strokes my slack cock through my jeans.

“What the fuck are you waiting for?” Ronan asks me, the girl bouncing off his dick with loud shrieks. He slaps her bobbing tits, then kneads them. “Or do I need to prep them both? Not that I complain. More pussy for me.”

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