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She stays on the floor in a ruined heap as I push up to my feet and tuck my dick away. I like seeing my cum drip from her pink pussy. I like it so much, in fact, it should worry me.

“I’ll leave you to finish yourself off.”

Rolling over onto her back, she makes no move to cover herself up. A sheen of sweat has her dark hair sticking to her forehead. Her tits are decorated with my marks, and the inside of her thighs are sticky with my seed. She looks like the most beautiful and tempting seductress, an apex predator who hunts angels.

Screw weak, mortal humans. The little witch feasts on angel hearts, and she’s holding mine in the palm of her hand. As I watch, she sinks her nails into it. “You’re only one of many boys here, Alaric. You’re nothing special. I don’t have to finish myself off when I can ask the first angel I see to help me out. Do you think they would, Alaric? Do you think they’d make me scream their name with their tongue and fingers?”

My lips spread into a humorless smile. I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her damp thighs. Her puffy slit glistens deliciously.

“Do you have a death wish, little witch?” I lean down and nuzzle her cunt, then suck her pussy lips between my teeth. “Or maybe just an insatiable blood thirst? Trust me”—I drag my tongue over her pussy, tasting myself on her—“I will slaughter anyone who sees you like this.”

“Even Daemon?”

I bite the inside of her thigh hard, eliciting a sharp shriek from her lips. “I knew you wanted to come between us.”

Her back arches off the floor as I eat her out like it’s my personal mission to bring her to her knees, like she brings me to mine.

“You’ve already made up your mind,” she breathes out, fisting my hair and bucking her hips. “I might just as well live up to your beliefs about me.”

I don’t like her attitude, so I steal her breath with my hand around her throat and let my tongue do all the talking.

Who needs words when you can simply dominate a woman by bringing her to the brink of orgasm and then keep her suspended over the abyss until you’re satisfied she’s pliant and won’t behave like a fucking brat?

I let her circle the bait until I know for a damn fact that she’s a whore for the worm that dangles on the hook just out of reach.

Only then, when she’s ready to sell her soul to the Devil, do I remove my hand from her throat and graze her clit with my teeth.

She falls.

Down.

Down.

And then she takes the bait.

“Alaric…”

ChapterTwenty-One

AURELIA

Aweek has passed since Alaric fucked me in the janitor’s closet, and the three of them still keep a close eye on me, following me everywhere. Even insisting I stay at their house.

They haven’t tried to coax my darkness out to play again, but I sense the curiosity simmering beneath Daemon’s skin.

Alaric, with his tousled hair and dark eyes, is watching me intently from across the table in the library, where we have chosen to study for the afternoon. They’re working on some project relating to demonology while I’m studying fire magic.

I pretend I don’t notice how he won’t take his eyes off me as I turn another page. It’s unnerving, to say the least.

Ever since he forced his name from my lips, it’s as if he’s obsessed, dragging me into closets after class to fuck my brains out when Daemon is otherwise occupied.

He still doesn’t trust me, and he makes sure to remind me of that fact when I’m choking on his cock.

Ronan is still his usual clueless self. I catch him watching me with a tinge of curiosity in his gaze sometimes, but I think it’s more related to Daemon’s fascination with me than any real interest on his part.

I miss my connection with him.

I miss how he flirted so effortlessly in class and sat with me on the roof when I was homesick.

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