Page 122 of Touched By Darkness

Aurelia gasps with surprise when Alaric enters the shower and tips her chin up with a finger. Ronan steps up behind her.

He splays his hand over her stomach and pulls her against his muscular chest. Sandwiched between them, she looks at me as I stop at her side.

I slide her wet hair from her shoulder, marveling at the smooth olive skin on show, now that the blood is washing down the drain, pink against our feet. “Tell us what happened.”

“I…” she starts, but clamps her mouth shut. The truth is there on the tip of her tongue. All it needs is some coaxing and a little push to jump from her lips onto mine.

Palming her soft cheek, I kiss the corner of her mouth before tasting the drops of water beading on the swell of her lips. Just like her, they taste of sin and debauchery.

My teeth sink into her lip, and she moans softly at the back of her throat. “Ours,” I whisper, overcome with possessiveness. I bite down harder, struck with the need to inflict pain.

While she whimpers into my mouth, Alaric sinks to his knees and smooths his big hands up her wet thighs. Ronan nips her neck, his fingers digging into her waist.

“We’ll make you feel so good,” I promise. “If you tell us the truth.”

“I can’t.” Her breathy voice is laced with anticipation.

“You can.”

Her head shakes slightly. She drags in a breath when Alaric places her thigh on his shoulder.

His movements are slow, infused with intention, and designed to elicit gasps and moans.

Ronan grinds his hips against her, gliding his dick along the curve of her lower back.

I grip her chin, forcing her heavy eyes on me, and reach out to palm a breast. Her smooth flesh molds in my hand, supple and plump. Everything about her is perfection.

Tweaking her nipple, I pinch it hard enough to be rewarded with a sharp inhale of breath. As it dances across her lips, I lean in to steal it as my own, breathing her in. “I want the truth.”

I want you.

“I can’t tell you the truth.”

“Why not?”

Aurelia’s balance falters as Alaric leans in to bury his tongue in her wet slit. But Ronan is there, holding her up with his arm around her waist. “Because I can’t remember.”

“What happened before you lost your memory?” Ronan reaches between them and adjusts his dick, so it’s nestled between her legs.

I’m mesmerized by the shivers that dance across her damp skin as he grinds against her, his cock rocking between her ass cheeks while Alaric sucks on her throbbing clit.

It’s such an erotic sight to see her like this, sandwiched between two powerful male angels who wring her body dry of pleasure for their own amusement.

“I went to talk to Amenadiel about something.”

“About something?”

“Yes…”

Ronan digs his fingers into her jaw and pulls her back so that she’s looking up at him. “Care to elaborate?”

Aurelia shakes her head, or tries to, as I continue tweaking her nipples. “I can’t tell you.”

“If you hold on to your secrets, we’ll torture you slowly until you’re begging for release,” I warn.

Alaric slides his fingers inside her, and I smile as Aurelia starts to shake from the overstimulation.

“Let’s move on,” Ronan says, nibbling on her earlobe. “What happened after you arrived.”

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