Page 126 of Touched By Darkness

I lift my head and smirk at the monster in front of me. Because that’s what she is now. “It’s part of the hunt, right?”

I squeeze, drawing a gasp from the girl. Aurelia grows eerily silent. She stands unmoving. Her eyes are two dark pits of Hell as my thumb drags over the human’s clit through her leather shorts. She cocks her head, almost as if she’s listening to the hitch in the girl’s breath.

I know it’s coming, but what happens next is nothing short of miraculous. My fingers tease the edge of the shorts, threatening to slip underneath, when Aurelia’s body engulfs in flames that spread like a wildfire over her skin.

“Holy fuck.” Dariana’s spooked voice shatters my own stasis, and I stagger back, taking the human with me.

Aurelia reaches out, almost as if she’s curious about the circle of fire in front of her and wants to see if it burns. Her eyes find mine as she slides her fingers through the flames, back and forth, toying with my greatest weapon—my hellfire. And then, she holds her hand over the flame, closes her eyes, and draws the fire into her.

In my periphery, Alaric—seated on the edge of the bathtub—slowly stands up, his eyes wide.

The human in my arms is forgotten while we watch the little angel manipulate my fire as if it were hers to command at her will. Most angels our age can barely create a small fireball, yet she…

Aurelia opens her arms and throws her hand out with a feral shriek. I step back with a curse as the human erupts into flames.

Bone-chilling screams echo through the room, making us wince. Death by burning must be the worst way to go if the agonized cries and the smell of burning flesh are anything to go by.

The little angel holds my gaze the entire time, a small, wicked smile pulling on her lips, almost as if daring me to retaliate.

I’m so damn hard it’s painful at her display of power.

Who the fuck is she?

And where the fuck did she come from?

The screams soon die down, and Aurelia steps over the charred remains on her way over to me. Fiery red eyes hold me hostage, trapped in her spell.

When she speaks, the darkness that seeps from her vocal cords pulls at my heartstrings, tying me to her as though I’m her leashed dog.

“Don’t play games with me, pretty boy,” she whispers low enough so only I can hear. Then she cups my hard dick possessively, and I swear I nearly come on the spot. “There’s a good boy. Now drop to your knees.”

Strangely enough, or maybe not so strangely at all, my knees connect with the floor.

“Did you think you could trap me? Lock me up in your tower while you touch other girls?” She tuts, dipping her thumb into my mouth before slipping it back out and placing her thigh on my shoulder. “Now, apologize for treating me like anything less than a queen.”

Sliding her skirt up to her waist, she moves her panties aside, revealing her very smooth, very wet cunt.

I recognize it for what it is. She’s placing me under a spell, the way we do when we hunt humans.

Aurelia is huntingme.

I should put a stop to it, but I can’t. For once, she’s more powerful than me, wielding all the cards.

“Daemon?” Alaric asks from behind me as I drag my nose through her soaking slit.

I can hear him faintly, his concern threatening to disturb this moment of utter fucking bliss. Is this what the girls feel right before death takes them? Adrift in a sea of pleasure, breathing in the scent of wet pussy and desire.

My tongue darts out as I grip her hips and pull her closer to my hungry mouth.

Her clit… her sweet fucking clit pulsates beneath my teeth. I graze it before sucking it between my lips.

Fingers drag through my hair, then pull and twist, guiding my movements, speaking a language I’m so fucking fluent in.

I’m suddenly pulled off and thrown to the ground. Groggy and dazed, I push up on my elbows. My head spins, and the room blurs in and out. I blink, trying to take in the scene in front of me.

Alaric, Ronan, and Dari stand at the ready with their hands held out in front of them, flames dancing in their palms. “If you want him, you’ll need to go through us.”

The loud laughter in the room is mine. What the fuck are they talking about? I shake my head again. The fog is clearing somewhat. Enough for me to push up to standing. I sway on the spot, reaching out to the nearest wall for balance. “What the hell is happening?”

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