Page 90 of Touched By Darkness

To taste the fear on his lips.

A moan crawls up my throat and slips from my lips onto his.

His fear is exquisite.

It’s life.

Death.

I wrench my skirt up around my waist and reach down to unbuckle his belt, but before my fingers can connect with the silver belt buckle, my arm is seized and I’m hauled off him.

“I don’t fucking think so, little angel.”

My wings explode from my back, erupting so fast that Alaric—who stood too close—stumbles back in surprise.

“Whoa!”

Ronan chuckles, chill as always, then digs in his pocket for a packet of cigarettes. “She’s feisty.”

“You think I’ll let you touch the human?” Daemon growls, with a manic look in his eyes, as his fingers encircle my throat and force me up on my tiptoes. “You think I’ll let him see you with that heavy lust in your eyes?” He shakes me. “It belongs to me.”

When Ronan clears his throat before bringing the cigarette to his lips, Daemon clarifies, “Us.”

“That’s better,” Ronan teases with a wink, then offers the cigarette to Alaric, who shakes his head.

Daemon doesn’t take his eyes off me. My thoughts have ceased to exist. I’m raw need.

Hunger.

Arousal.

I want to fuck and kill and kill and fuck.

I want to ruin and destroy.

I want to bathe in blood.

Daemon tosses me to the ground and begins to unbuckle his belt. He tips his chin at the human on the grass. “Drink him dry, then crawl back to me and suck my dick with your bloodied mouth.”

Behind me, Ronan chokes on the cigarette smoke before his laughter bounces off the house in the distance.

I snarl at them all, my lips peeled back and my eyes burning red.

Daemon clicks his fingers and points at the broken body on the ground. “Kill him. If you touch him sexually, I’ll fuck your ass in his blood until you cry. Do not test me. While you’re a monster now because the darkness has its claws in you, I’m always a beast. So don’t tempt me to step out from the shadows to play with your tears.”

I go to snarl at him again, but the human releases another weak whimper, and like a heat missile, my attention snaps back to the stark white where his bones peak from his torn flesh.

The blood.

The scent of copper in the air.

I crawl closer and closer, then let my nose drag over every inch of exposed skin while the boys watch my monster drug itself on the stench of fear, pain, and merciless destruction.

“I’ll look after you,” I whisper, nuzzling his neck, where his weak pulse flutters against his skin. “I’ll take such good care of you, and in turn, you’ll gift me with screams and pleas.”

DAEMON

Watching her tear the human to pieces, I unzip my pants and release my throbbing, aching dick. I’m so fucking hard, it’s painful.

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