Touched by Darkness: (Sins of The Fallen Book 2)

I spin around and catch sight of a robed figure escaping through the trees. “What the hell?”

My thoughts are soon distracted by the trembling angel behind me, with her ruined dress clutched to her chest. The fear on her face is undeniable, yet it could be another trick.

But no, she looks genuinely terrified. No one is that good of an actress, right?

I frown. “How did the stalker know you were here?”

Instead of answering, she shoulders past me.

“Hey.” I chase after her and pull her to a stop, if for no other reason than to stop her from walking alone in the woods. It’s not the brightest idea she’s had when there’s a crazy person on the loose with an unhealthy obsession with her. “He’s still out there.”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she replies in a defeated tone. She tries to walk past me again, but I step in front of her.

“I’m not letting you walk back alone.”

She looks at me then. Really looks at me. “Why are you doing this, Dari? Why are you here?”

“You have a fucking stalker.”

She snorts humorlessly and tries to step past me.

“Will you stop running away?”

“No,” she growls, turning back. “I am so fed up with this. I have tried everything to make you and the others notice me and look at me the same way again, but it’ll never happen. It hurts, okay? It hurts to love someone so much and be met by a closed door at every turn. A door that used to be wide open. I get that things will never be the same because this version of you met me under different circumstances. I get that… All the memories I have… all the… it never existed. And now this?” She gestures to the clearing in the trees where the stalker watched us. “I can’t let anyone get hurt because of me.”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I’ll step back. I’m done trying.”

Something inside me smarts. “You think Daemon will ever let you go?”

She throws her arms out. “He’ll grow bored. I’m a novelty.”

“What about Alaric? He has worn your scent like an expensive cologne all week.”

“I’m a toy to him. Nothing else.”

“If you think that”—I kill the distance between us—“then you’re just as naive as I thought.”

She slaps me, and strangely, it makes me smile.

“There’s fire in you, after all.”

When she remains glaring, I shrug. “Has it ever occurred to you that maybe you’re too blinded by your memories of us to see the truth in front of you?”

“The truth?”

“You have this vision—this idea—of what love looks like. Or rather, what Daemon’s love looks like. Alaric’s. You said it yourself; we met under different circumstances. Why would the emotions express themselves the same? From what I see, you’re quickly wrapping Daemon and Alaric around your little finger. Daemon is out there hunting you like a rabbit. The poor fucker is probably frothing at the mouth at the thought of what he’ll do to you when he captures you.”

“I need to go.”

She starts to walk off again, so I throw my head back and blow out a frustrated breath. This bitch is so fucking stubborn.

“I’m still not letting you walk back alone.”

“Why do you care?” she asks when I catch up.

I duck beneath a branch. “Maybe I don’t. If you’ve known us before, you’ll also know that Daemon won’t hesitate to kill me if I let something happen to you out here.”

She snorts a laugh. “He won’t. He’s hot-headed, abrupt, and impulsive, but he’s loyal to his friends. If you’re ever in danger, he’ll protect you with his life.”

I slow to a halt, and she stops, too. It’s dark out here. The moon filters through the canopy of leaves overhead, allowing me enough light to see the shimmer of tears on her wispy lashes.

“How did we happen?”

She frowns, and I rush out, “In the other reality?”

As she tucks her hair behind her ear, a small smile lifts her lips. “I was an innocent angel with no previous sexual experience. Daemon had an obsession with me, which made you curious to find out what it was about me that had caught his attention.”

“Did I find it?”

A soft nod. “I think so. If nothing else, you enjoyed asserting dominance over me. It was a game you and Daemon played.”

Now I’m smiling, too. “That sounds like me.”

She chews on her lip, seemingly uncertain. “We should go before the robed man returns.”

“Yeah,” I agree.

Neither of us moves.

But then her wings erupt, dwarfing mine in size and power, and she shoots up into the air.

I watch her circle the trees, silhouetted by the ethereal moonlight. There’s a grace about her, the way her wings part the air. Despite the raven feathers and the darkness bleeding from her soul, her existence is a conundrum. She’s void of the holy light, yet it’s there… somehow.

Blanketing the darkness and smoothing out its rough edges.

I take flight too, soaring through the branches and erupting into the night with the intensity of a resurrected phoenix.

The little witch is in front of me, close enough to touch if I reach out my hand. We study each other with equal wariness. Her, because she claims to be in love with me. And me, because it scares me how drawn I feel to her despite my own reservations.

Unlike what she claims, it has little to do with Daemon’s newfound obsession. I don’t think any one of us understands why we’re so affected. Why her? Why like this?

When she reaches out, I hold my breath. Anticipation swirls in my belly. I’ll soon feel the brush of soft fingers on my skin. My lips tingle and goosebumps erupt on my bare arms, but her touch never comes. Instead, it retreats, and she sets off in the direction of Daemon’s house.

It’s still dark when we arrive at the property. None of the others are back yet.

The little witch walks up the stone steps, but I move in front of her before she can open the door. I place my hand on the handle. “I should check if it’s safe first. Your stalker knows you’ve been staying here.”

Her lips twitch with a smile. “You think you can handle an armed stalker better than me?”

“I know so,” I tell her, opening the door.

As we walk inside, the sconces flicker to life, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The likelihood of her stalker being here is slim, but my heart still thuds heavily, and a chill crawls down my neck.

While I poke my head into the dark living room, she makes a beeline for the stairs.

“It’s clear down here.” I follow after her, eyeing up her butt and long legs in that short dress as she ascends the steps.

“The stalker isn’t here. It wouldn’t make any sense to fly straight here.”

“You sound so sure.”

“And you sound suspicious. Are you going to read into everything I say?”

“Probably,” I admit as we reach the top of the stairs.

She heads down the hallway to the spare bedroom and enters without looking back at me. I follow in after, scanning the room for danger.

“There’s no one in here,” she says when I kneel to look beneath the bed. “If there were a psycho killer hiding, he’d have stabbed your eye out by now.”

With a snort, I climb back to my feet. I make my way to the wardrobe and throw the doors open. A rail of black dresses greets me. I part them, sliding each one aside. “You underestimate me, little witch.”

As I turn around, I find her watching me with a quirked brow and twitching lips. I do a double take. “What?”

“Nothing.” She sits down on the bed with her back to me and her hands in her lap.

Silence falls on the room, and I hesitate for a moment. I’m not good with situations such as these. I’m suspicious of her, and yet… she seems so lost.

I slowly round the bed and come to stand in front of her. Tears bead on her lashes, but they don’t fall. She looks tired, defeated, and broken. “What are you thinking about?”

Her glassy brown eyes flick up, and she looks at me until each hard thud of my heart beats against my ribs with a ferocity that leaves me breathless and unable to look away.

“I’m thinking I would like to stop hurting for a moment.” Her words are accompanied by the brush of her fingers on the inside of my thigh. “I’d like to lose myself.”

“Lose yourself?”

Higher and higher, her soft touch travels.

“Yes.”

I grip her wrist just as she’s about to touch my lace panties, but she wrenches free and smooths her fingers over the fabric, teasing my most sensitive part. I inhale a breath, and my knees buckle as pleasure tightens my stomach.

Snaking her other hand around my waist, she pulls me down on her lap so I’m straddling her. She moves my panties aside and slides her fingers over my pussy, breathing out in my ear, “So smooth.”

Pleasure sparks between my legs—hot, tingling bursts.

“And you’re getting so wet,” she whispers, teasing my clit before gliding her fingers to my soaking entrance and easing them inside.

“Is this how it used to be between us?” I ask when she slides them back out—wet and slick—and shoves them back inside.

“No.” Her mouth finds mine, and she bites down on my lip. “You seduced me… but I can get used to this.” She takes me again and again, and it’s not long before I roll my hips to meet her savage thrusts.

“You’re not playing fair,” I pant, throwing my head back as she hits a magical spot inside me.

I’ll fall apart on her hand in record time if she keeps fucking me like this. I don’t even know why I’m this pent-up. It’s not the first time I’ve been with a girl.

“This is Hell. We don’t play fair here, remember? You once told me a very long time ago to put myself first for once. That’s what I’m doing now.” She enunciates it with a deep thrust. “I’m fucking my favorite pussy and making it drip all over my hand.”

My wings explode behind me as my teeth elongate. “Your favorite pussy?”

Her smile turns wolfish, and she slides her fingers out from beneath my skirt, sucks them clean, then rams them back inside me. “My favorite pussy.”

I’m overtaken by anger, possessiveness, and the urge to dominate. I wrestle her to the bed, but she doesn’t go down easily. We’re a snarling, snapping, and growling tangle of limbs and wings on the bed.

“The only pussy you want is mine.” I tear her dress off her body like a feral beast. Hell knows I am one right now.

She plants her foot on my stomach and kicks me off before launching herself at me and straddling my waist. “You haven’t wanted me since I arrived back, so don’t let that ego of yours blind you. There’s plenty of willing pussy at this academy. If you push me away, I won’t go thirsty.” She tears my dress down the middle, but before she can rip it all the way, I roll us over and sink my teeth into her breast.

And like a good little girl, she grows still immediately, knowing full well I could injure her if she fights while my teeth are buried in her delicate skin.

As her coppery blood explodes in my mouth, I snap her panties and cup her wet pussy. When I look up at her through a mist of lust and bared teeth that drip blood, she lifts her hips off the mattress to chase my touch. “If I find out you’ve let another female angel touch this cunt, I’ll hunt them down.”

Reaching out, she prods my sharp incisor with her thumb, causing the growl in my throat to intensify. “Down, girl.”

My wings flare behind me. I sink my teeth into the inside of her thigh while stretching her tight pussy with three fingers.

She’s so fucking warm and delicious, and it feels damn good to have the upper hand, to see her fall apart at my touch.

I don’t like to lose control, and she makes me do it so effortlessly. She breaks through my walls as if they were never there.

I retract my teeth from her thigh and turn my head to feast on her drenched pussy. A satisfied rumble ripples in the air, and I spread her thighs wider as I recognize my voice. I enjoy every second of confiscating her control as if it were my weapon. My shield to deflect her attempts at luring me closer to the point of no return.

Who am I trying to fool? I’m knuckle deep in her pussy, my face slick with her arousal while her moans bounce off the walls like my tailor-made song. One taste will never be enough.

It makes sense now why Alaric has behaved like a caveman for the last week and why Daemon is obsessed.

I flip her over onto her stomach, raise her hips in the air, and sit back on my haunches. Her pretty, pink pussy is on display, glistening with the need to be touched and fucked. “Do you know how sexy you look like this with your ass in the air?”

Instead of moaning in response, she replies in earnest by snarling. The sound is so savage that I can’t help but lean in to steal a taste. I drag my tongue from her clit, over her weeping entrance, all the way to her anus.

The way she shivers and pushes back against me is addictive, like a coded message to decipher and analyze.

“So eager,” I chuckle, then do it again.

She snatches up a pillow and bites into it to muffle her needy, fierce sounds.

My fingers dig into her olive skin as I spread her apart to see more of her delicious cunt. The way it drips with arousal, greedy for my tongue or fingers.

Movement to my left draws my attention away from her, and my lips kick up into a smile when I spot Daemon, wearing black jeans and a T-shirt, leaning against the doorframe. The little witch is too lost in her own pornographic world to notice his dark, looming presence. “It looks like I’m a better hunter than you.”

The angel’s head rears up at the same time Daemon smirks and pushes off the doorframe, stalking closer with the grace of a lithe predator. His hungry eyes feast on her naked skin, and a deep, masculine rumble vibrates in his chest.

“No, I knew where she was all along because, unlike you, I like it when my prey believes they can escape my clutches. It’s more fun that way.”

“Your sadistic side never ceases to amuse me.” I test the waters by leaning in to swallow down more of the little angel’s bewitching cunt. It seems Daemon is in the mood to share, after all, because he stays watching with his hands buried deep in his pockets while I tongue fuck the object of his newfound obsession.

“She ready?” he asks, stalking closer.

“She’s soaking my face.”

“Good, because I’m gonna fuck her cunt until she cries.” He climbs onto the bed, forcing me back, and begins to unbuckle his belt one-handed while testing her readiness by sliding two fingers over her soaking folds. When he’s satisfied that she’s primed, he fills her up with his digits and shoves his other hand inside his jeans to stroke his hard length. The muscles in his arm move as his teeth sink into the swell of his bottom lip. “Want us both, little witch?”

She makes an indistinguishable sound and wiggles her ass, which can only mean one thing.

“Tell us your name,” Daemon orders, his fingers thrusting deep.

A shake of her head.

More ass wiggling.

Daemon slides his fingers out and slaps her cunt. “Tell. Us. Your. Name.”

If stubborn had a name, it would be tightly sealed behind her lips, because she stays silent. Daemon doesn’t like that, or maybe he likes it a little too much.

Maybe he hates that he likes it.

“Dari, position yourself in front of our angel. Now.”

“Bossy boots,” I mutter as I crawl up the bed.

“Turn around and grip the headboard.”

I do as instructed, not bothering to argue when Daemon is in this mood. He’s okay sharing as long as it’s on his terms. The need to dominate and be in control is a part of his nature as the heir to the throne.

The wood is cool to the touch beneath my hands as I look over my shoulder. Daemon grips the little witch by the hair and wrenches her back, then says to me, “Lift your skirt, Dari. Show her what she’s missing out on.”

I curl my fingers around the hem and slide my skirt to my waist. The cool air licks at my bare pussy while I wait with no small dose of anticipation.

“See that, little angel? You can lick it and touch it and fuck it if you give me what I want.”

I grip the headboard as if it’s the only thing holding me upright, when all I want is to growl at Daemon for playing power games while my pussy pulsates with need. We don’t all share his endless patience where sexual domination is concerned.

“If you don’t give me what I want, I’ll feast on her myself. I’ll eat that needy little pussy until my name slips from her parted lips in a stream of breathless prayers. She won’t even remember you’re here—imprisoned by your own fucking stubbornness. I’ll fill her up with my cock until she thinks she can’t handle it anymore, and then I’ll fuck her while you watch. Is that what you want, little angel? To watch someone else ruin that tight cunt?”

When she snarls this time, feral and vicious, shivers trickle down my spine.

“There she is,” Daemon whispers darkly. “Welcome to the party, my little monster. We’re only just getting started.”