SWNOVELS Touched by Darkness: Chapter 23
I shoot up, teeth bared, wings flared, and launch myself at him, determined to hurt him for threatening to touch my girl.
That’s what she is—my girl—and the monster in me, the darkness seeping out from the shadows at the threat of violence, wants to destroy him for encroaching on my territory. It also craves to feast on him, or more accurately, his heart, because it recognizes Daemon is mine, too.
Even if he’s a threat.
I’m not in control of my darkness. It has a will of its own and wants to seek and destroy.
Create as much carnage as possible.
I shove Daemon back with such force that he flies off the bed and collides with the wall, causing a framed picture to fall to the floor with a loud crash. His masculine laughter echoes in the ensuing silence. It’s not fake, it’s real, and the raw, gravelly sound draws my angel to the surface, but she’s soon drowned out by the darkness when he spreads his wings and stalks toward me.
“You’re surprisingly strong for such a petite little angel.”
My wings brush up against the walls, dangerously close to the burning sconces, but that’s the least of my concerns when he grabs me by my throat and shoves me down on the bed with such force that I gasp.
Dari shifts in my periphery as Daemon pushes down the front of his jeans.
“You like to fight me, don’t you, little slut? But do you know what you like even more?”
My lips twitch as I snarl in response.
“You like it when I catch you and overpower you.”
As if to prove a point, he slaps my pussy hard before ordering Dari to sit on my face.
“Show her what happens when she’s a temperamental bitch who thinks she can fight me.”
He releases my throat as Dari straddles my face and lowers herself down.
If they consider it a punishment to be smothered by Dari’s wet pussy, then I’ll gladly fight Daemon for sport. If anything, this feels like a reward for negative behavior.
Dariana rubs her clit over my lips, and I suck it into my mouth, gripping her slim hips.
“Look at me, Dari. Eyes on me while she eats you out.”
My nails dig into her hips. I don’t like her attention on someone else, but my possessive thoughts scatter on the wind when Daemon fingers my pussy. The way he stretches me and plays with me is so dominant that it leaves no room to question who is in charge. My body belongs to Daemon. A tool for him to use for his own erotic pleasure.
He slides his glistening fingers back out and drags them farther down until they press against my puckered hole. I stiffen in response, my breath catching in my lungs.
His touch disappears, and he pulls me closer on the bed and angles my ass up by spreading my thighs with his hands on the backs of my knees and bending me in half. To Dari, he says, “Keep her ankles on your shoulders.”
Dariana shifts, and then her pussy is back over my mouth and my ankles are held firmly by her small hands.
“Have you ever seen such a pretty cunt, Dari?” Circling my soaking entrance, he swipes more of my arousal, then smears it over my ass, using it as lube before gathering more to use on his dick.
“And these tits?” Dariana pinches a nipple, causing her clit to slip from my lips as I moan.
Daemon palms the other one while pressing the big head of his cock into my tight exit. I stiffen when it starts to burn. He twists my nipple, then slaps my tit. “Don’t push me out.”
It’s so intense. They’re so intense.
After what feels like an eternity, the head pops inside, and Daemon rewards me by pinching my clit while Dari rolls her hips. “Such a good girl, aren’t you, little angel.”
A pained whimper escapes me when he presses forward, filling me up to the brim. I can’t do this. I can’t take it. He’s too big and my ass is too small.
Too tight.
He doesn’t care. With one hard thrust, he rams his cock inside me and grunts deep in his throat while grinding his hips against my ass cheeks.
“You can take me, little angel. Look how fucking well you’re doing, with your ass stuffed with my cock.”
While I whimper, he slowly inches back out until the thick head of his cock bumps up against my puckered hole, then he slides his fingers inside my pussy before shoving his cock back into me. “So fucking beautiful.”
I rock on the bed, and the friction draws a moan from Dariana’s parted lips. A drawn-out sound of pleasure, tinged with a raw need that speaks to the monster inside me. I soak it up, reveling in her desire and Daemon’s twisted power games.
“Your ass is so fucking tight,” he growls as he picks up his pace, his cock ramming into me again and again until the burning pain transforms into something mind-blowing.
His thick fingers inside my pussy curl to hit that magical spot that drives me fucking insane.
I lick and nibble on Dariana’s dripping cunt while my body rocks on the mattress with such force, the bed creaks, threatening to break.
A sharp pinch on my ankle has me pausing as Dariana sinks her teeth into the tender skin. Her teeth retract, and then she bites me again, littering me with marks.
Daemon’s big hand comes down on a breast in a hard slap, and the loud thwack bounces off the windows and sends tingles straight to my clit.
Loud chuckles ring out in the room, and I stiffen when Daemon says, “Where the fuck have you been? You’re late to the party. We’re defiling an angel for sport.”
“Looks like a good time,” Ronan drawls from somewhere nearby.
“I’m gonna fill her ass with my cum, and then you can fuck her pussy.”
A chair scrapes on the floor somewhere, followed by a second. I’m mortified to think they’re watching this like it’s a live show for their entertainment, but at the same time, it also arouses me.
If anything, it makes my pussy drip even more.
Dariana is close; I can tell by the way her hips jerk. I grip her tighter and renew my efforts to make her come on my face. She’s not the only one chasing her orgasm. I am, too. I want to taste it on my tongue and drink up every drop of her cum until she never looks at me the same.
I want to be her newfound obsession, like Daemon’s and Alaric’s.
“Oh, fuck,” she whimpers, and her grip on my ankles turns painful as she grinds down one last time.
Holding her to me, I feast on her pussy, her orgasm. I lick and lick and lick. I own her release, claiming my reward.
She’s still seated on my face, shivering and trembling, when Daemon rams his cock inside my ass and fills me up with his cum. His deep groan twists around my heart and squeezes it. He slides out and finishes off on my cunt and belly, coating me in his seed.
Dariana climbs off, and Daemon’s brown eyes, that shimmer with masculine satisfaction and something far darker, find mine before he climbs off. “She’s all yours.”
My eyes widen as the bed shifts, and then Alaric is between my legs, fully dressed, with his cock clasped in his fist. He runs the thick head over my clit and smears Daemon’s cum all over my swollen, tender folds. “You ready for more, little angel?”
The bed shifts again, and Ronan smirks down at me while stroking his thick length. “Drop the innocent angel act and open that pretty little mouth like a good girl.”
I gasp as Alaric grabs me by my throat and fills me with his thick girth. The stretch of his cock, and the sight of Ronan hovering over me, like an avenging angel who’s here to dole out pain and pleasure in equal measure, has me wriggling on the bed like a willing whore.
Where these angels are concerned, I am one.
I open my mouth wide, then wince when he fists my hair and yanks my head off the mattress. It’s difficult to suck him at this angle, but he gives me no time to overthink it as he slides his big cock in and out of my mouth at a maddening rhythm.
“Flatten your tongue.” His cock hits the back of my throat again and again, causing tears to trail down my cheeks.
Alaric grunts, fucking me so hard into the mattress that my breasts bounce. The scent of cigarette smoke tells me Daemon is still in the room, watching them take me like I’m their gifted fuck toy. I shouldn’t like that so much, but I do.
Then they switch positions. Ronan pulls out of my mouth, sits down, and spreads me over his lap.
While I sink down on his veiny length, Alaric kneels beside me and brushes my hair off my face. His slick cock, which tastes of me, pushes up against my lips. I stare at him as he slides it all the way to the back of my mouth, triggering my gag reflex.
Alaric slides his fingers into my hair, fists it in a tight grip, and thrusts his cock down my throat, keeping me frozen. “Relax for me, baby. That’s it. You’re doing so well, taking our cocks just how we like it.”
He loosens his grip on my hair as Ronan guides me over his dick with his hands on my hips. I’m not the most coordinated person in the world, so it takes me a little while to get into a good rhythm.
My hips roll, and I bounce, sucking on Alaric’s delicious cock like I can’t get enough.
The truth is, I can’t.
I finally have them all to myself in the same room, stealing parts of them right from under their noses.
Who’s the hunter now?
I’m collecting my price and reveling in my win.
“Your mouth feels so fucking good,” Alaric praises, thrusting wildly. “I fucking love your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Ronan grunts affirmatively, sucking on my nipples and digging his fingers into my hips. I’ll bruise from his punishing touch.
I blink through my tears and gaze up at Alaric, with his lip trapped between his teeth, as I hover right on the edge of too much and not enough. Saliva trickles down my chin and smears my cheeks. I still want more.
More depravity.
More degradation.
As if they can hear my thoughts, Ronan shifts me off his lap and kneels beside Alaric. He palms the back of my head and slides his cock into my mouth. The tangy taste of my arousal explodes on my tongue, and I moan.
His cock disappears, and then Alaric slides his dick down my throat. They take turns to fuck my mouth, one thrust… two… switch. I’m soaking the sheets, so close to coming from sucking their dicks alone. How is that even possible?
“Such a good little whore. You like our cocks, little angel? You like servicing our needs?”
Before I can respond, Daemon appears beside the bed—wearing a towel, freshly showered—and fists my hair. He wrenches my head back and stares down at my tear and saliva-smeared face. Then he lets go and continues smoking his cigarette, as if satisfied.
I only look away when Alaric slaps his dick over my cheek and orders me to open my mouth.
I do, so very fucking willingly, while grinding my clit on the mattress and making a mess of the sheets.
On and on it goes until I’m starting to doubt they’ll ever come.
But then they do, and it’s everything I have ever desired. Strings of white cum shower over my face like rain in a hot desert. I tweak my aching nipples and rub my clit harder on the sheets while they continue painting me with their releases.
I come. I’m so pent up that my pussy gushes, soaking the sheets. It’s the first time I’ve squirted, and under different circumstances, I would have been embarrassed, but that’s the last thing on my mind when I open my eyes to look at the wardens of my imprisoned heart.
“You think you’re done, little whore?”
My attention directs to the left, where Daemon drops the towel to reveal a very hard, veiny cock.
“You still haven’t revealed your name, and we’ll keep fucking you until you use that sweet voice of yours.”
The bed shifts behind me, and then Dariana sweeps my hair off my shoulder and whispers in my ear, “Word of advice, just tell him, or they’ll tear you to pieces until there’s nothing left of you to put back together.”
Daemon stalks closer, eyeing my ruined face with savage intensity and my naked body that bears their markings. “What’s it gonna be, sweet thing? Are you ready to talk, or is your appetite for the depraved still not satisfied?”
My reply takes on the shape of penetrating silence. It twists his lips into a cruel smile that raises the hairs on my arms.
He fists his thick cock and lifts his chin in a silent command to crawl closer and worship him on my knees.
I chew on my lip for a brief moment, watching him pleasure himself. In the end, my fate is sealed by the veins in his big hands and arms. I crawl forward on my hands and knees, staring up at him while he slides my hair away from my brow in a deceptively gentle touch.
There’s nothing gentle about him.
When he fists the hair at the back of my head in a tight enough grip to make me wince, my nipples pucker, and my pussy rejoices as it tingles with renewed need.
The red mist darkening my vision is met by his sinful smirk. “You coming out to play again, little monster?”
I snarl, and he grips me harder, tearing out strands of my hair.
“Don’t be a bitch.”
My lips peel back, revealing sharp fangs that glint in the firelight from the sconces.
“What did I just say?” The tone in his voice is malicious, promising pain if I don’t behave.
I still don’t back down. The monster inside me—the darkness that hungers for pain and chaos, won’t let me. It rises to the challenge in his eyes and reflects it back tenfold.
When he smiles this time, it’s with no small amount of satisfaction. “Dari, hold her down. It’s time to teach her a lesson.”
DAEMON
Later that evening, after Aurelia—yes, we made her sing in the end—passes out in bed, we gather in the living room. I’m slouched on the couch with a beer bottle in my hand. It’s not often I’m this content. Victory tastes good on my tongue.
While the flames grow taller in the fireplace, Dari watches me closely. Despite fucking Aurelia—hell, I love her name—to within an inch of her life, Dari is still suspicious.
I’m too satiated to pay attention to her probing gaze. She wants me to look at her and give her the opening she needs to speak her mind. I don’t. I keep drinking my beer while listening to the faint crackle from the roaring flames.
Ronan is half asleep beside her on the couch, and the cigarette pinched between his finger is almost down to the filter.
Just when I think she’ll drop whatever ideas taking up unnecessary headspace, she speaks. “I know you’re too obsessed with her to question her motives, but we still need to be careful, Daemon. You need to be careful.”
“And you, Dari, need to relax,” Alaric says, face down on the floor, his face cushioned by his arms.
“I think she ruined us,” Ronan murmurs as he brings the cigarette to his lips, realizing it’s nearly singeing his fingers. He puts it out in the ashtray on the coffee table, then rubs a hand over his face. “I don’t think I’ll ever recover.”
“You and me both,” I chuckle.
“Hello!” Dariana drags the word out, looking between the three of us. “This could be part of her plan.”
“Just fucking relax,” Alaric growls. “You look at her like she hung the moon, too.”
“As if,” she says with a snort, then levels me with a look. “We should set a trap.”
I frown. “Why?”
“Well, why not use her as bait? If Amenadiel is, in fact, using her against us, we can use her in return. Not to mention her stalker. He was there tonight.”
I grow still, then sit forward in my seat. “What did you say?”
“Her stalker… When I found her, he was there in the woods.”
“Why the fuck didn’t you say something earlier?”
She levels me with an unimpressed glare. “I was sidetracked, remember?”
I huff a breath, and she continues. “Let’s set a trap. We can kill two birds with one stone if we plan it right.”
“Not fucking happening.” The tone in my voice leaves no room to argue, but she does, nevertheless.
“I’m trying to protect you, Daemon. You’re a powerful man with a lot of enemies. Don’t you get it? You’re too blinded by this girl to take precautions. You think the sun shines out of her pussy.”
“Careful,” I growl, and she throws her hands up placatingly.
“Okay, sorry. All I’m asking is that you put your safety first.”
“I’m not fucking risking hers for whatever paranoid shit is going through your head. So stop.”
She sits back, crosses her arms, and glares off to the side, like a petulant child. Her attention returns to me, and she unfolds her arms and takes a few steadying breaths to calm her emotions, then stands up. “What if you get hurt, Daemon? Then what?” She rounds the coffee table. “You’re the heir to the throne. Do you think your father would let you risk your safety like this?”
“Is that a threat?” I ask darkly while Ronan and Alaric shift uncomfortably.
Her jaw clenches, and it’s the only response she gives me. When I rise to my feet and stalk toward her, she visibly shrinks back.
“You think I will put up with your threats? That I won’t punish you because you’re my friend?”
She hardens her gaze. “I’m only trying to keep you safe.”
“I don’t need your protection.”
We stare at each other for a beat longer before she shoulders past me and makes for the door.
“You think the sun shines out of her pussy too, so drop the high and mighty act,” I call after her.
She whirls around at the doorway. “At least I’m not so obsessed, I won’t see the knife coming before it’s embedded in my back.” Then she’s gone in a flurry of flowery perfume and stinking attitude.