Page 9 of Touched By Darkness

His hand cups my pussy, and I stop breathing as he nuzzles my neck. Dipping his thumb between my pussy lips, he presses down on my clit. “You can’t escape me, Angel.”

“How did you leave Eden?”

“She barters.” Clicking his tongue, his lips drag over my neck, closer to my ear. “Feed my hunger, and I’ll help you escape Eden.”

Whirling in his arms, I spread my wings threateningly. They flutter behind me when he smirks. “We both know you won’t help me unless there is something in it for you.”

His chuckle grates on my nerves.

“Don’t tell me you want to fuck me and drink my blood. I don’t buy your lies. You’re too powerful and ancient to give me what I want in return for sex.”

Amenadiel tuts. “Your angel is showing again. I’m from Hell, darling. Fuck and eat is what I do. I don’t have morals.”

“No, but you do have a greater plan,” I counter.

Playing with tendrils of my hair, he admits, “Maybe I do, but that’s not for you to worry about.”

I try again. “How do I escape Eden?”

His hand falls away, and he retreats toward the shadows between the buildings. “The angel boy can’t give you what you need. You’ll soon seek me out whether you want to or not, but not before you’ve drained his light.”

“Answer the fucking question!” I shout after him when he disappears into the darkness, but he’s already gone.

* * *

“You look awful,” Freya points out during class. Up ahead, the elder is telling us of the importance of patience. I’m bored and half listening.

“I’m not sleeping well.”

Freya’s blonde locks move in the warm breeze, hiding her naked body and highlighting it at the same time. “You were gone again this morning.”

A simple shrug. “I couldn’t sleep.”

The wall is visible through a gap in the trees behind the elder. I can’t stop staring at it. Freya notices, nudging me with her elbow. “Stop it!”

Dragging my eyes away, I scan the students in a sea of white wings, shimmering skin, and blonde hair. I’m sick of it. I want the night, the stars, the moon.

My eyes land on Oliver, and a familiar tingle starts up between my legs. Amenadiel was correct; desire is a part of my life now. I want to fuck, and I want to do it all the damn time. But more than that, I want to see Daemon again.

I catch Freya watching him too, but not with desire. The way she watches him reminds me of a girl with a puppy. She swoons while I imagine him fucking me from behind.

Urgh! I don’t even want to fuck Oliver. I just want to fuck full-stop, but that’s not true either. I don’twantto fuck. Ineedto fuck. It’s an instinct as strong as breathing. Daemon opened my eyes to that hunger and now I can’t close them.

It makes me feel guilty, too. I miss Daemon, Alaric, and Ronan. I don’t want Oliver, but he’s the only one here who can satiate this hunger. No other angel in Eden measures up to his wingspan. It makes me curious about him, and his place here.

His eyes collide with mine, and Amenadiel’s words come back to me:You’ll soon seek me out whether you want to or not, but not before you’ve drained his light.

Is that what I’m doing? Feeding on his light? Why and to what end?

“What’s this?” Freya asks, pulling a feather from my wings.

I wince at the sting. “The hell?”

My breath stalls when she holds it up, her blue eyes searching mine warily. A black feather rests on her palm, threatening to blow away as a light breeze dances across my skin.

Unable to look away, I gulp.

“Aurelia?” she asks softly. “What’s happening?”

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