Page 105 of Touched By Darkness

As her coppery blood explodes in my mouth, I snap her panties and cup her wet pussy. When I look up at her through a mist of lust and bared teeth that drip blood, she lifts her hips off the mattress to chase my touch. “If I find out you’ve let another female angel touch this cunt, I’ll hunt them down.”

Reaching out, she prods my sharp incisor with her thumb, causing the growl in my throat to intensify. “Down, girl.”

My wings flare behind me. I sink my teeth into the inside of her thigh while stretching her tight pussy with three fingers.

She’s so fucking warm and delicious, and it feels damn good to have the upper hand, to see her fall apart at my touch.

I don’t like to lose control, and she makes me do it so effortlessly. She breaks through my walls as if they were never there.

I retract my teeth from her thigh and turn my head to feast on her drenched pussy. A satisfied rumble ripples in the air, and I spread her thighs wider as I recognize my voice. I enjoy every second of confiscating her control as if it were my weapon. My shield to deflect her attempts at luring me closer to the point of no return.

Who am I trying to fool? I’m knuckle deep in her pussy, my face slick with her arousal while her moans bounce off the walls like my tailor-made song. One taste will never be enough.

It makes sense now why Alaric has behaved like a caveman for the last week and why Daemon is obsessed.

I flip her over onto her stomach, raise her hips in the air, and sit back on my haunches. Her pretty, pink pussy is on display, glistening with the need to be touched and fucked. “Do you know how sexy you look like this with your ass in the air?”

Instead of moaning in response, she replies in earnest by snarling. The sound is so savage that I can’t help but lean in to steal a taste. I drag my tongue from her clit, over her weeping entrance, all the way to her anus.

The way she shivers and pushes back against me is addictive, like a coded message to decipher and analyze.

“So eager,” I chuckle, then do it again.

She snatches up a pillow and bites into it to muffle her needy, fierce sounds.

My fingers dig into her olive skin as I spread her apart to see more of her delicious cunt. The way it drips with arousal, greedy for my tongue or fingers.

Movement to my left draws my attention away from her, and my lips kick up into a smile when I spot Daemon, wearing black jeans and a T-shirt, leaning against the doorframe. The little witch is too lost in her own pornographic world to notice his dark, looming presence. “It looks like I’m a better hunter than you.”

The angel’s head rears up at the same time Daemon smirks and pushes off the doorframe, stalking closer with the grace of a lithe predator. His hungry eyes feast on her naked skin, and a deep, masculine rumble vibrates in his chest.

“No, I knew where she was all along because, unlike you, I like it when my prey believes they can escape my clutches. It’s more fun that way.”

“Your sadistic side never ceases to amuse me.” I test the waters by leaning in to swallow down more of the little angel’s bewitching cunt. It seems Daemon is in the mood to share, after all, because he stays watching with his hands buried deep in his pockets while I tongue fuck the object of his newfound obsession.

“She ready?” he asks, stalking closer.

“She’s soaking my face.”

“Good, because I’m gonna fuck her cunt until she cries.” He climbs onto the bed, forcing me back, and begins to unbuckle his belt one-handed while testing her readiness by sliding two fingers over her soaking folds. When he’s satisfied that she’s primed, he fills her up with his digits and shoves his other hand inside his jeans to stroke his hard length. The muscles in his arm move as his teeth sink into the swell of his bottom lip. “Want us both, little witch?”

She makes an indistinguishable sound and wiggles her ass, which can only mean one thing.

“Tell us your name,” Daemon orders, his fingers thrusting deep.

A shake of her head.

More ass wiggling.

Daemon slides his fingers out and slaps her cunt. “Tell. Us. Your. Name.”

If stubborn had a name, it would be tightly sealed behind her lips, because she stays silent. Daemon doesn’t like that, or maybe he likes it a little too much.

Maybe he hates that he likes it.

“Dari, position yourself in front of our angel. Now.”

“Bossy boots,” I mutter as I crawl up the bed.

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