Page 99 of Touched By Darkness

“It’s most certainly my business if you deprive the monster in you. It needs chaos... blood…”

“Let go of me!”

“Now, now,” he whispers as his wings unfold to shield us from prying eyes. “Let’s not be in a mood. Not when I finally have you to myself.”

Before I can tell him to fuck off, he drops to his knees and smooths his hands up my thighs. I’m so surprised by this turn of events that I’m frozen in place.

Amenadiel leans in and drags his nose over my skin, up and up, closer to my silk panties. His fingers grip the backs of my thighs as his teeth sink into my skirt. He pulls it up until his nose bumps up against my panties.

What the hell is happening?

More importantly, why am I letting it happen?

Why is my gaze misting over with red?

He breathes me in, tightening his hold on the backs of my thighs. “Exquisite.”

I make a choked sound that I can’t decipher when he reaches up and slides them aside to look at my pussy as if it’s the most beautiful artwork he’s ever seen.

The world is red.

My incisors throb.

“This little pussy deserves to be worshipped. Don’t you think,Aurelia?”His thumb drags over my slit, and my knees give way, but he wraps his arm around the backs of my thighs as if he knew his touch would bring me to my knees. “Yes, it deserves to be fucked properly and thoroughly.” Turning his head, he bites the inside of my thigh.

I swear, I nearly come.

Whatever black magic this is, my body craves more. I’m unable to push him away and tell him to stop. I don’t even want to. Not when he looks up at me from between my legs and whispers, “I would love to feast on your pussy until you come all over my face, but time is running out. They’re suspicious.”

Amenadiel sets me to my feet, stands up, and grabs my chin. “You need to feed. Don’t neglect the monster in you, or you’ll regret what happens next.”

Then he’s gone.

My chest heaves as I blink.

What the hell just happened?

I pinch myself. It’s definitely not a dream. I’m awake, and the pain in my arm is a sharp sting.

Daemon, Ronan, Alaric, and Dariana step around the corner, looking murderous, as if they expected me to have fled the building.

When they spot me slumped against the shelves, they slow to a halt. Daemon is the first one to move again, approaching me with a suspicious glint in his eye.

He can tell something is up. He scents the air. “Why do I smell a male on you?”

My throat jumps, but Daemon is on me before I can deny it. He fists my hair and breathes into my neck. The long, drawn-out, and vicious growl reverberating in his chest as his wings erupt in an aggressive display of power is frightening.

He leans back, his sharp incisors digging into his bottom lip. “Who the fuck touched you?”

“No one touched me,” I blurt.

Daemon yanks my skirt up, slides his hand inside my panties, and rams a finger inside my soaking pussy.

“Is that why you’re drenched? Literature turns you on, does it?”

“Daemon?” I rise up onto my tiptoes as he finger-fucks me to within an inch of my life. I can’t catch my breath. He’s too intense.

Too much in all the ways that count and completely unapologetic. He doesn’t care that his touch hurts. That’s what he wants, in fact. And so do I.

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