Page 91 of Touched By Darkness

Ronan and Alaric follow my lead, and we stroke our cocks beneath the moonlight while our little angel paints the grass crimson red. She rips and tears, bites and snarls. She feasts on his organs and flares her big wings aggressively, as though she wants to protect her kill from us.

Or perhaps it’s a warning to stay away.

A raven feather floats through the air, and I snatch it up with my free hand, then bring it to my nose, scenting her delicious viciousness. My hand works my rock-hard length, stroking it expertly, but I won’t let myself come yet.

No, I want to cover her bloodied face with my cum. Watch my seed trickle down her cheeks, painting a roadmap through the human’s blood.

More than that, I want to tame such a feral creature.

She’s not a fallen angel anymore.

What snarls on its knees, crouched over the remains of the human man, is a demon. It’s an evil born of the darkest pit of Hell, devoid of all light. Lost completely to the hellfire that’s burned away any trace of morality and empathy.

And I want to bring it to heel.

Own it…her… so completely, she crawls to my leash like a good little whore.

And this version of her—this monstrous perfection—is mine. It’s the part of her I want to cage and hide from the world.

The sight of her on her knees, wings flared, hair and face soaked with blood, and fierce eyes that burn red.

I don’t want anyone else to see her like this but us.

This is the side of her only we get the pleasure of admiring, and I’ll rip any other man to pieces who gets to witness her like this—in the throes of passion and destruction.

“Little angel!” I call out, and she looks up, her teeth buried deep in a lung.

“Time to crawl to me.”

She drops the piece of flesh in her mouth, then falls forward on her hands and knees.

My dick throbs in my hand as I take in her swaying ass and sharp fangs that drip with blood. She’s a beautiful deception and a damn vision.

Alaric and Ronan step closer, crowding her from behind as she kneels in front of me.

I’m crazy for slapping my dick over her supple lips when she growls like an untamed, threatened animal. But I also get off on the power coursing through my veins.

I prod her mouth with the bulbous head and let my fingers get lost in her dark hair. “You hungry for cock, little slut?”

In answer to my question, she sticks out her tongue, and I rub my cock over it in slow strokes.

Up and down, up and down, I sink all the way inside her mouth until it hits the back of her growling throat.

She tries to move back, but I grip her hair tight and hold her frozen while thrusting my hips savagely. I’m so fucking close already.

I want to use her. Fuck her throat until she cries.

I want to fuck and fuck and fuck.

Shove her to the ground and take her tight, dripping cunt.

This need in me is as animalistic as the snarls in her chest.

Ronan and Alaric stroke her wings while dragging their hands over their dicks. Unlike me, they’re in control of themselves.

I’m not.

I’m fucking obsessed with her hot mouth and her choking sounds.

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