Touched by Death: (Sins of The Fallen book 3)

Excitement courses through my veins like a heady drug. I escape down the narrow hallway, past the paintings on the walls. As I come hurtling around the corner, I nearly crash into Alaric, who steadies me with his hands on my arms. But before he can open his mouth to speak, I’m on the run again, my tangled hair flying behind me as peals of laughter rip from my lips. Clamping a hand over my mouth, I stop in the large foyer and dart my gaze around. One look at the grand staircase, and I dismiss the thought of fleeing upstairs. Daemon will see it coming a mile away. Behind me, two security guards block the front doors, my only escape route.

Making a swift decision, I dart left down another dark and narrow hallway lined with expensive artwork and the occasional marble sculpture. Heavy drapes block out the boarded-shut windows. Unlit candle chandeliers, covered in spiderwebs and melted beeswax, hang from the tall ceiling.

The sconces on the wall stay unlit, and the welcome darkness offers me protection from the lurking predator that’s on my trail. I blend with the shadows, moving swiftly across the marble floor on light feet. Taking a left at the end of the hallway, I press myself against the wall and peer around the corner. Nothing but stillness greets me—an eerie silence that seems to brush up against my exposed skin like a cool breeze late at night.

Soft notes of classical music break through the silence, and I snap my head to the side, hunting for its source. Up ahead, one of the doors is cracked open to reveal the flickering glow of a lit fireplace.

Intrigued, I push off the wall and follow the source of my curiosity. The cool marble floor kisses my bare feet. With a final look behind me to ensure Daemon hasn’t found me yet, I press my palm against the wood and apply enough pressure to cause the door to creak open. I peek inside, too intrigued not to.

Crossing the threshold, I take in the lit fireplace. Intricately carved patterns cover every surface. Beside it sits an armchair and a small console table with an open book and a half-filled wine glass.

Near the window, chained to a metal pole, is a naked human woman. Her generous tits bear the markings of a monster. A monster who’s currently fucking her from behind while she fights against the restraints. Her choked sobs should repulse me, but the stirrings of evil inside me awaken at the sight of her terrified eyes. Glassy with tears, they lock on mine across the room. It dawns on me that, unlike other fallen angels, Lucifer hasn’t bothered to place his prey under a spell.

He’s a true hunter, like me.

A vicious monster.

Lucifer notices me, too. He releases his meal and walks up to me, stark naked and covered in sweat and sinister intent. His very hard, very veiny cock glistens against his rippling abs as he runs a hand through his mussed-up hair.

I take a step back out of instinct, but he’s faster. In a blur of movement, he has me pressed up against the wall with his big body that smells of sex and debauchery. His big hand covers my mouth, silencing my soft whimper.

A sound I’m not entirely sure is one of fear.

“You should know better than to interrupt the hunt.”

His eyes burn into me, making me tingle in forbidden places. I let my gaze roam over the sheer breadth of his wings, and he unfolds them in a display of power and dominance, almost as if he wants to make me weak at my knees.

It has the desired effect. My pussy clenches on cue like a treacherous little whore when he showcases his power like this. “You feed on fear,” I state the moment he lowers his hand to strangle me with his big, calloused hand.

Like me.

My breath gets caught in my throat. He starts to squeeze, feeding on the fear that sparks in my eyes. “I do,” he admits, pressing his naked thigh to my core. “I feed on ruin and destruction.”

Like a panicked rabbit darting across a grassy field, my heart thuds wildly against my ribcage.

“I feed on soaked pussy and innocence.” He grinds his thigh against me as if to prove how wet I am.

My lips part, and his eyes home in on my mouth before the pressure against my core turns painful.

“You shouldn’t have entered the devil’s lair, little angel.”

He releases me just as fast and strides over to the human with determined steps and flared wings.

Slumped against the wall, achy and needy, I watch him impale her on his cock. The sensible thing would be to run. To open the door and flee. But I don’t.

Rooted to the spot, I watch him fuck her ruthlessly in pursuit of some elusive urge to kill the boredom in him. His eyes never leave mine, and I never once look away. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not when he takes her so completely, as if it’s me he’s imagining in her place.

When he grips her by the hair at the back of her head and beckons me with a curled finger, I swallow back the delicious fear that’s coiled around my heart and take hesitant steps forward.

Vaguely aware of the sparking flames in the fireplace and the haunting classical music in the room, I’m pulled forward by his magnetism.

A fly caught in the spider’s web.

“Drink her dry,” he orders on a hard thrust. “Kill the human while I stuff her full of cum.”

My fangs ache and throb with an insistent need at the command in his voice. I look at the terrified, strung-up human and back. The dark lust in Lucifer’s eyes demands obedience. It demands complete submission.

Sliding in between the girl and the pole, I gasp. Her body rocks against mine with Lucifer’s every brutal slam of his hips. He fucks her like he wants to ruin her, and it sends tingles of shivers crawling down my spine.

As I slide my hand into her hair, it brushes up against Lucifer’s fingers. I throw him one last glance before leaning in and sinking my teeth into the woman’s pulse point. The sheer fucking ecstasy that explodes inside me when her iron-rich blood fills my mouth has a loud moan rippling through my chest.

Fuck, she tastes of exquisite fear and imminent death. I want to taste the reaper on her. I want to feast on his final touch as he claims her soul.

With a brutality that belongs to the cold night, Lucifer chases his release while I sink my teeth deeper into her neck. Unable to stifle the urge to inflict damage, I retract my fangs and strike again. Blood pours down the human’s chest and over her full breasts. My fingers glide through its slickness, and I squeeze a tit before pinching her nipples into hard peaks.

Her cries soon die down, and her weak pulse slows until her last heartbeat plays its haunting song beneath my lips.

Lucifer pulls out, tosses her aside, and pulls me into him. No sooner has a startled gasp left my lips than he flips my skirt up and milks his cock over my bare pussy. Hot squirts of cum coat me, covering my sensitive folds and the remnants of Daemon’s blood before trickling between my thighs.

Lucifer holds my gaze the entire time, claiming me unapologetically as though I’m another object in his kingdom to own and ruin. Another object to have caught his unrelenting attention.

As the last spurt of his cum rains over my pussy, he smirks. Then, with one final tug on his dick, he pats my cheek hard and says, “Good girl. Now run back to my son and let him lick my cum off your pussy.”

“You fucking asshole,” I say weakly when he unchains the corpse and throws it to the side as though it’s nothing more than a piece of trash.

The muscles in his sweaty back move enticingly as he walks over to his desk. Casting a quick glance over his shoulder, he grabs a decanter of amber liquid, removes the cap, and fills up a glass. His eyes hold mine as he takes a sip. I’m two seconds away from storming over there to slap the smug look off his face, when he flicks his eyes down my thighs. The sensation of his sticky cum shouldn’t excite me this much. Not when a thick haze of fury clouds my vision. It shouldn’t affect me at all. But it does.

“Run along now, little girl.” He jerks his chin in the direction of the door. “Unless you want me to fuck you over my desk before removing those pretty wings as a trophy, I suggest you leave.”

My throat jumps on a swallow as I decipher his cruel words. I know better than to stare him down. I also know better than to let my light shine through the palms of my hands. The last thing I need is to catch the devil’s attention. But like a glutton for punishment, I can’t stop myself.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

It would seem that Little Red Riding Hood has a fetish for dangerous and deadly wolves.

His low chuckle is as sinister as the nefarious look in his eyes. He sets his tumbler down. Every shift of muscle is intentional, like a seductive dance designed to entrap me and hold me frozen in place while he takes his time stalking me.

“I see Genesis underestimated your powers.” He tuts, walking closer. “Look at you…” In a sudden blur of movement, he crosses the floor and grabs me in a fierce chokehold. With his teeth bared, he growls, “That wasn’t a smart move, little angel. You know I can’t let an angel that’s more powerful than me exist in my kingdom.”

I choke out, “You won’t kill me, Lucifer.”

“No? Tell me why, sweetheart.”

Heart thrashing inside my chest, I challenge him with my eyes. “Because you crave the light. If you kill me, you won’t have access to it.”

His humorless smile is slow to form. “You’re a little shit-stirrer, angel.”

“I play my cards well,” I counter, pulsing between my legs. “Ever heard the saying, keep your enemies close?”

His heated, soft breath wafts over my lips. He peels me back, layer by layer, until all that’s left is my exposed and shivering soul. “If you weren’t fire-bonded to my son, I’d chain you to that pole like a worthless human.”

“If you weren’t his father, I would kill you so fucking slowly you’d beg me to deliver you into the hands of the reaper himself.”

“Those are big words from a little fledgling that’s covered in my cum.”

I bare my teeth with a vicious snarl, and he lifts me off the wall and slams me against it. “Don’t entice me further. I’m already hard as a fucking rock again and ready to tie you up and fuck your wings.”

I’m just about to choke out a response when a sound in the hallway outside startles me. Lucifer’s cruel smile grows, and he leans in to whisper in my ear, “Run, little girl. Once my son smells my cum on your pussy, he’ll kill you with his bare hands. But not before fucking you until you’re a broken, ruined mess. There’s no coming back from this. If you thought the hunt was for fun, think again. This time, the hunter is out for blood.” His warm breath caresses the curve of my skin in a whisper of seduction. “Your blood.”

Without thinking, I shove him off, wrench open the door, and run blindly down the hallway. The hem of my skirt sticks to the cum on my thighs. I’m marked with the devil’s scent. All the while, Lucifer’s words scream loudly in my ears.

“Run, little girl.”