Touched By Sin: A Dark Paranormal Romance (Sins of The Fallen Book 1)
Touched By Sin: Chapter 25

The night air is cool, and the chill in the breeze turned my nipples into hard pebbles the second we stepped outside. It’s a short walk back to the house, and while Daemon could fly us, he chose not to. I get the sense that he needs the icy breeze to clear his head before he explodes with anger.

His father and uncle continued talking business like I wasn’t sitting right there. I don’t know what this means for me or what has been decided, but I would rather try my luck out in the woods than move in with Dmitriy and his uncle.

“I told you not to speak!”

I hug my arms around myself, rubbing my bare skin. “I had no choice.”

“The fuck you did. You could have kept your lips shut!”

My breaths are visible in the air as I whirl on him. “Fuck you, Daemon! You didn’t say shit back there. Someone had to talk. But, you… You were too busy touching that human girl and drinking her blood.”

With his hands in his pockets, he throws his head back and laughs bitterly. “Is that what bothers you about everything that happened tonight? Not that my father and uncle discussed you as part of a sale?”

When he fists my hair to keep me frozen, I squeeze my eyes shut.

“Fucking look at me!” Daemon jostles me, then pulls me in closer. His breath is hot on my lips, his anger stoking my own. “Look. At. Me.”

I reluctantly open my eyes, gasping when he dives down and kisses me hard. Our teeth clash, and our breaths become one as he drinks my moans from my lips like nectar.

My son is not meant for you.

I break away from Deamon’s kiss but barely manage a breath before his lips are back on mine, dragging me beneath his waves. I resurface, whispering, “Who are you meant for?”

The statement has bothered me ever since his father whispered the words in my ear like a taunting lullaby. The icy air frosts over, and Daemon turns to stone in my arms before slowly leaning back and flicking his eyes between mine. I hold my breath, scared of what he’s about to say. My hands fall away from his shirt when he turns around and walks away without another backward glance, the silvery moon reflecting off his inky, black hair and feathers.

I take chase, lifting my skirt off the damp ground. “Wait.”

He doesn’t. He keeps walking, his shoulders tense, the air crackling around him. I pull him to a stop, and when he wrenches his arm free and turns to walk, I round him, blocking his path. “Can you stop running away?”

The muscle in his jaw clenches, his eyes burning with flames while he tries his damnedest not to throttle me.

“Who are you meant for?”

“No one!”

“That’s not what your father told me.”

“He will tell you anything to secure his kingdom. If he can auction you off to his brother to secure the entirety of the kingdom, he will do it in a heartbeat.”

“That’s not true.”

“No?” He steps closer, tall and imposing. “What do you know about my father?”

“I’m still here with you, aren’t I?”

“For how long?”

My back connects with a tree trunk, and he wastes no time cornering me.

“I don’t understand why you’re so bothered, Daemon. They can only use me as a weapon against your father if you let them.”

“You don’t understand why I’m bothered?” There’s an indent in the skin between his eyebrows. “How can you say that shit?” Reaching up, he trails his calloused fingers down the column of my neck, over my racing pulse, and back up into my long hair. As he leans down, I push up on my tiptoes and we hover, lips brushing with every breath. “When you escaped Eden, you tilted my fucking world on its axis.”

“Don’t,” I whisper as he tightens his grip on my hair.

“Why not?”

I wet my bottom lip, and he snatches it up with his teeth.

“Tell me,” he breathes out.

Pulling him down to me by his neck and diving my tongue into his mouth, I tug on his soft, raven hair. Fuck, every time he kisses me, he chips away at my heart, collecting piece after piece.

He grabs my waist, hoisting me up against the tree and guiding my legs around his waist. Behind him, his wings erupt, blocking out the moon’s silver glow. I come alive, breathing him in with every swipe of my tongue. His calloused fingers drag up my thighs and pool my skirt around my waist before squeezing my ass and spreading me apart. He rocks against me until I break away from his lips, breathing heavily.

“I’m scared, Daemon,” I whisper.

“Good.” His scorching lips descend on my neck, kissing and nibbling. Then his mouth returns to mine to steal his name from my lips. With my hands buried in his raven hair, I freeze as he lowers his wing, and I catch a glimpse of the door behind him. He notices the shift in the air and blocks it out with his worried eyes. “What’s wrong?”

I tap him on the shoulder in a silent command to let me down, and he sets me on my feet, then follows my line of sight. “What are you looking at?“

“Can you not see that?” I whisper, slowly stepping toward the floating door.

It’s ajar.

As I move closer, a light flicks on and floods the ground through the small gap in the door. I swallow thickly, then look at Daemon behind me. He’s frowning, his shoulders tense. “The door, Daemon. Can you not see it?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Aurelia…

My breath catches, and I look back at the door as my heart thunders inside my chest. “It calls my name.”

“The fuck?!”

Another step closer. Daemon yanks me back by my arm. “Where the fuck are you going?”

His grip hurts, but it grounds me enough to peer up at him. Daemon looks adorably confused, and it would be cute if not for the whispers coming from inside the door, urging me closer.

As I take a step back, his hand shoots out and he grabs the back of my neck, then pulls me into him. I stare in horror as his sharp jaw starts to melt away like candle wax. His cheeks slowly slide down to reveal flesh and bones, the corners of his mouth turning downward. “Where are you going, beautiful?”

“Daemon?”

Cruel, masculine laughter bounces off the trees, echoing all around me. I look back, but Daemon is gone. Before me is Amenadiel, who takes a menacing step closer. I dart my gaze around for an escape, but there’s nowhere to run. He’s bigger, faster, and more powerful.

Smiling cruelly, he grabs me by the throat and leans down. “You look scared, Angel.”

“Let go of me!” I shove him off, then stumble back and fall onto my butt.

The wet grass soaks through my skirt that’s pooled around my waist, but modesty is the last thing on my mind as I scramble away, my heels sliding on the grass.

“Did you think Daemon was the worst wolf in these woods? He’s a cub, Angel. Trust me, you’ll soon learn the true meaning of hell when I get my hands on you.”

I roll onto my stomach, push myself up to my feet, and run toward the door. His taunting laughter dances across the sheen of cold sweat on my skin while my heart gallops wildly. Before I reach the door, he grabs my hair and pulls me back against his hard chest. “Where are you off to in such a hurry? I’m not finished playing yet.”

“Please,” I whimper, trying to push down on my panic. Amenadiel hums and buries his nose in my neck. He breathes me in, causing my skin to swell with goosebumps as I struggle in his arms. It’s useless. He’s much stronger than me.

“Sssh,” he soothes, his lips curving into a smile against my neck as he strokes his hand down my hair. “I won’t hurt you… much. What do you think it’ll take for Daemon to snap? Will it be enough to fuck this sweet cunt?” Ignoring my soft pleas for him to stop, he palms me through my dress. If anything, my fear turns him on more. “Or if I cut off your wings and nail them above my fireplace?”

I push free and run, but he yanks me back by my blonde hair and shoves me to the ground.

Slap.

Blood fills my mouth and my ears ring. Amenadiel crouches down, grabbing a handful of my hair and flipping me onto my back. “How long will it take before your hero comes to the rescue?”

“Fuck you!” I roll over on my side, spitting out a mouthful of metallic blood. Thick, putrid hatred courses through my veins when I feel his touch on my cheek.

“You’re not ready for me yet,” he taunts as he tucks my hair behind my ear. “I like pain and a lot of it. Little innocent angels like you don’t come out alive, and we can’t kill you too soon. Not until the kingdom is mine and I have your wings and my brother’s head mounted to the wall above my fireplace.”

I make sure he sees the hatred in my eyes—the sheer force of it. It’s yet another feeling to add to the scroll of emotions forced on me since I set foot in this world.

“Ah!” he says, cupping my chin. “Can you feel it darkening your soul yet, Angel? Snuffing out the last of the light until only darkness remains.” Still crouching, he grabs my hair and forces me onto my knees in front of him. “It’s a shame to ruin such perfection.” His lips descend on my neck, and he whispers, “Scream for me, beautiful.” Then he strikes, sinking his teeth into my neck.

I wake up screaming, startling Ronan next to me, who lights up the lantern on his bedside table. Shadows dance across his face as his eyes widen when he spots the blood pouring from between my fingers on my throat. “Shit!” He tears his T-shirt off, ordering me to use it to apply pressure to the wound. Then he jumps out of bed and disappears through the door, leaving me alone with the hazy remnants of my nightmare. Hot tears stream down my cheeks as I try to calm my breathing, but I can still feel Amenadiel’s touch on my skin and his sharp teeth tearing into my neck.

The door flies open, and Daemon and Alaric tumble through with Ronan hot on their heels. When they spot me on the bed, they pause. Trails of crimson run down my arm, and my matted, sweaty hair sticks to my cheek.

“What happened?” Daemon demands, striding forward. The bed dips beneath his weight as he lowers my hand to inspect the damage.

“She woke up screaming,” Ronan replies as he starts to pace. “Someone attacked her in her dream. Fed on her.”

“How the fuck is that even possible?” Alaric growls, rubbing his face. “This clusterfuck makes no fucking sense.”

Pressing the T-shirt back on my neck, Daemon’s eyes fly up to mine. “Who did this to you?”

My mouth slams closed. If I tell him, Amenadiel wins. He wants to rattle Daemon and push his buttons until he’s forced to act.

“Answer me! Who the fuck fed on you?!”

“An animal.”

His gaze hardens, and he removes the T-shirt before shoving the blood-soaked fabric into my mouth and fisting my hair. “You’re lying! An angel fed on you in your dream.”

My eyes burn with defiance while we stay locked in a stare-down. He grabs my jaw, digging his fingers into my cheeks as he tilts my chin up. His threat crawls beneath my skin and burrows deep. “If you don’t fucking tell me who hurt you, I’ll fuck the answers out of you, and I won’t be gentle.”

My nostrils flare. It’s not like I can tell him with Ronan’s T-shirt in my mouth who hurt me, and Daemon knows it. He’s waiting for a sign to signal my willingness to talk so he can pull the gag out. If I don’t, he’ll keep me gagged for no reason other than because he can. His grip tightens, and the flames in my eyes burn brighter. “Who. Hurt. You?”

Shifting closer, Alaric and Ronan frame Daemon’s big body—three avenging angels hungry for flesh. Daemon’s warm hand slides lower, wrapping around my throat. Blood seeps between his fingers as he starts to squeeze. “Not going to talk, huh?”

Behind him, Alaric pulls his T-shirt over the back of his head before unbuckling his belt. Daemon’s eyes remain on me, watching my reaction closely while Ronan starts undressing, too. My throat jumps beneath his tight grip on my bloodied, slippery neck.

“You’re our slut, little angel. Our fuck toy. It’s time you show us how much you fucking like it when we touch you.” Releasing me, he climbs off the bed and removes his T-shirt while Alaric drags me down the bed by my ankle before flipping me over. His hand comes to the hem of my T-shirt, and he shoves it up, his fingers brushing over my skin.

I crane my neck to look at him over my shoulder, and his lips curve in a menacing smirk. Alaric holds my gaze as he slowly leans down and presses his lips to my creamy skin. A shiver runs down my back, chasing his lips on their way to the curve of my ass. Biting the globe, he drags his palm up my back, between my shoulder blades, and then back down. His fingers reach for the hem of my T-shirt and tear it off my body. I’m naked, at their mercy, with Ronan’s T-shirt stuffed in my mouth. At least the blood on my neck has slowed to a trickle.

Alaric smacks me, and I yelp. The bed shifts again as Ronan kneels in front of me, sliding his long fingers into my blonde hair. His cock rests heavily in his palm, and my mouth waters at the sight when he drags his hand over the veiny length.

“I suggest you tell us who hurt you.” Ronan pulls the gag from my mouth, then massages the swell of my bottom lip with his thumb. “What we’re about to do to you will sentence you to Hell forever.”

I snatch his thumb between my teeth and suck it deeper into my mouth while holding his gaze. Behind me, Alaric rubs my clit in slow, torturous circles. Daemon is leaning against the wall, watching the show unfold with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. He brings it to his mouth and squints as he takes a deep pull on the cancer stick. As angels, we can’t suffer human diseases. But we sure as fuck can enjoy human pleasures. A primal moan slips from my lips when Alaric fills me up with his fingers, hooking them just right to make my lips fall open.

Ronan slides his thumb out and cups my chin, rocking his cock against my mouth. It slides up my cheek before he leans back, prodding my mouth with the bulbous head. “Open wide, baby.”

Just then, Alaric smacks my ass hard, and I gasp as I jerk forward.

With my hair fisted in his hand, Ronan thrusts his cock into my mouth until I feel him down my throat. “Take it,” he growls before pulling out and sliding back in, slower this time. His eyes are intent on my face, the tears in my eyes, and the drool on my chin.

“I want to fuck her.” Alaric pulls me off Ronan, then climbs onto the bed. He lies back and guides me over his cock as he grips my hips. “Ride me until I come, Angel.”

Sinking down onto his length, I reach for Ronan, who shifts closer, watching me purse my lips around the crown of his cock.

“Yeah, you like that,” he breathes out, brushing my hair out of my eyes. “You like it when we take you.”

I moan, sucking him deeper. Beneath me, Alaric slaps my ass, impatient for me to bring him a taste of Heaven. His warm mouth envelops my aching nipple while he reaches up to squeeze my breast.

Daemon flicks his cigarette through the open window before walking up behind me. The bed shifts, and then he’s there, his big palm gliding down my spine and over my ass cheek. “Fuck, such a pretty whore.”

I jut my ass out, inviting him. I want to feel them all inside me, moving together and ruining me. My soul burns in their flames.

Daemon leans forward to grab something from the bedside table, and humiliation heats my bloodied cheeks when he spits on my ass and rubs the saliva over my exit. Then he squirts lube over my ass and inserts his thumb. It burns, but I soon replace myself pushing back against him. My eyes threaten to fall closed until Ronan slaps my cheek.

“Keep them open.”

I gaze up at him as he pulls out and smacks his dick over my mouth while Daemon replaces his thumb with two fingers. A soft whimper escapes me, and Ronan shuts me up with his cock.

“That’s it, good girl.”

More lube, more fingers. “This will hurt, Angel,” Daemon warns me as I hear the telltale sound of a buckle being undone. “I won’t take it easy on you, beautiful. I’ll fuck you until you tell me who the hell fed on you. I don’t care how much you beg me to stop.”

Alaric bites my nipple, then soothes the sting with his hot tongue as he drags it over the hardened peak. Pleasure bursts behind my eyelids, trickling down my stomach in a race toward my throbbing core. Daemon grabs my hair while working the tip of his cock inside my ass, and the burning pressure has tears rolling down my cheeks. Ronan swipes one up and winks at me as he wraps his lips around his thumb.

“Fuck,” Daemon growls, digging his fingers into my hipbone with his other hand. “Fuck, she’s tight.” The tip finally pops inside, and he slowly thrusts forward until he’s balls deep. Then he starts to move, and the slide of their cocks becomes too much—too overwhelming. It hurts, but it also feels good. I want them off me, and I want them closer. I want them to consume me, fuck me until I’m ruined, and then take me again.

Daemon rides me from behind and his grip on my hair is so tight that strands get torn from their roots. The burn has nothing on where he’s entering me again and again. I welcome the pain. I own it like a fucking trophy.

Snaking his hand beneath my body, he begins to rub my clit while Alaric sucks on my sensitive nipples. It’s sensation overload.

“Give me those beautiful eyes,” Ronan orders as he stares down at me. The slide of his cock in my mouth, Daemon’s rough grip on my hair to keep me in place while he takes what he needs, and Alaric’s hot mouth on my tits—it’s all too much. I don’t ever want it to end. The elders were wrong. This isn’t Hell; this is Heaven. I’m completely at their mercy and there’s nowhere else I would rather be than here, every hole filled by them.

My fallen angels…

“Fuck, little angel. You feel so good,” Ronan grunts, picking up the pace.

“That’s because she’s a piece of Paradise,” Daemon tells him, sliding his hand up my back and over a wing. I try to snarl, but Ronan shoves me down on his dick, keeping me frozen while they grab a wing each and pry them open.

It’s the ultimate humiliation.

Degradation at its finest.

It only makes me angrier and wetter.

“Ready to talk yet?” Daemon asks, already knowing the answer.

I would shake my head, but I can barely fucking breathe through the snot and saliva. They can fuck me all night—I won’t complain—but I refuse to tell them about my dream. The last thing I want is Lucifer’s downfall because his son is a possessive asshole. This moment is mine. I’m not theirs, and they’re not mine. When this is all said and done, I want them and their kingdom safe. The forces of Heaven and Hell are bigger than me. I’m just an angel who let her curiosity lead her into a shitload of trouble. And that trouble is currently fucking me so hard, I won’t be able to sit for a week.

Pleasure builds low in my belly as Daemon rubs my clit in firm circles, determined to push me over the edge. “You’re just a greedy little slut, aren’t you, Angel?”

I try to peer at him over my shoulder, but Ronan guides me back and takes my mouth, groaning low in his throat. “I’m close.”

“Fuck, so am I! We’re going to stuff your holes with cum, Angel.”

We’re a heap of rocking bodies chasing release. I choke on Ronan’s dick, and it’s such a turn-on that I clamp down on Alaric’s thick cock. Daemon bites down on my shoulder while rubbing my clit harder and faster. His lips brush up against the shell of my ear, and he whispers, “Let go, Angel. Let us have you.”

I come. My entire body tenses up, every muscle contracting when a wave of intense pleasure washes over me.

“That’s it, little angel.” Ronan slides his cock down my throat as my cunt continues pulsing and strangling Alaric’s dick. “Come for us. Let us hear how much you enjoy it.”

Fuck. I don’t recognize my own sounds. I’m trembling and moaning, taking everything they give me.

Ronan curses, spilling his salty seed down my throat. “Fuck!”

I greedily swallow every delicious drop, and just when I begin to think it’s never going to end—that they’ll make true to their promise to fuck me until I divulge who fed on me—Daemon and Alaric stiffen behind and underneath me as they fill me up with their release.

Ronan pulls out of my mouth and tucks himself away, leaving his jeans unbuckled. He walks over to Daemon’s desk, snatches up a packet of cigarettes, and bangs it on his palm.

Daemon collapses next to me on the bed, an arm slung across his face. With a soft sigh, I rest my cheek on Alaric’s chest, listening to his pounding heartbeat beneath my ear. My eyes soon fall closed. I’m content for the first time in my life and happy to lie here in Alaric’s arms while he catches his breath.

“Damn, Angel. You’re killing us,” chuckles Alaric, and I love the deep rumble in his chest.

The chair scrapes on the floor when Ronan pulls it out and plops down, his elbows on his knees. Smoke swirls around his face as he scratches below his lip with his thumbnail.

Soft fingers brush my hair away from my cheek. It’s deceptively gentle until Daemon pinches my chin and moves in close. “You think you won this round? Think again. You will tell us who fed on you.”

“I told you it was an animal.”

He shoves me away before climbing out of bed and tucking his dick away, leaving his pants unbuckled.

I lift my head off Alaric’s sweaty chest to watch Daemon disappear into the adjoining bathroom.

The shower turns on.

“Don’t even think about it,” Alaric says, fisting my hair and forcing my lips to his. “You’re mine until he returns.”

Behind us, Ronan chuckles. He takes another pull and the embers crackle, glowing orange in the dim room. “How many orgasms will it take before you sing like a lark, Angel?”

When I peer at him over my shoulder, Alaric grips my chin and yanks me back. “The first two or three feel like heaven. But that pleasure soon becomes too much.”

“I’m trying to protect the kingdom. Trust me, you don’t want Daemon to replace out.”

“Daemon will replace out anyway. Nothing and no one can stop him when he sets his mind on something.”

“Good thing I’m no longer a stranger to pain.”

Alaric’s raspy chuckle dances across my lips. “Careful, beautiful, or we’ll tear you to pieces.” He nips my bottom lip and slaps my ass before flipping me onto my back. My smart reply dies on my tongue when he kicks my legs apart with his knees and sinks into me.