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

“Chain me up?” Aurelia asks when I rise to my feet and step aside for Daemon to shoulder past. He grabs her arm, hauls her out of the cage, and throws her up against the brick wall, where several chains attach to the hooks in the wall. “What the fuck are you doing, Daemon?”

“You let my father come on your pussy,” he says, chaining her wrists while she stares up at him with wide eyes.

“I didn’t fucking let him do anything,” she argues, pulling on the restraints and visibly wincing at the sound of the chains.

With the reflexes of a striking cobra, he grabs her throat. “What were you doing in his office?”

Her words come out rushed and choked beneath his tight grip. “I was running from you. I found his office by mistake.”

“Mistake,” he snarls, reaching for another chain and circling it around her throat. “And you thought it was a good idea to enter the room?”

Her throat jumps against the chain. “I didn’t know it was his office until I was already inside.”

A low, sinister growl climbs up his chest right before he grabs her dress and rips it down the middle. It hangs in tatters from her body, her heaving tits and pretty pussy on full display. Daemon reaches out to squeeze her left breast hard before tweaking her dusky nipple. Then, as if he can’t help it, he slaps the underside of her tit. “Admit that you’re a greedy whore. That a small part of you enjoyed it when my father marked you with his cum.”

His cruel words get her back up, and the chains rattle when she knees him in the balls. As he doubles over in pain, she jeers, “I fucking loved it. Is that what you want to hear, Daemon? How I wished he would have come on my face and painted my lips with his seed?”

Doubled over, eyes glowing red, Daemon releases a savage sound that sends chills down my spine.

The little angel isn’t done with her taunts. “How I wish he would have fucked me on his desk until I came so hard on his cock that your touch would fade in comparison?”

Shooting up, Daemon is in her face in the next second with his hand clamped over her mouth and his fingers rammed deep inside her soaked pussy. “See how fucking easy it is to shut you up? Want me to leave you down here? Want my father to unleash his monster on you? Is that what you want? His cum? His cock?” He shakes his head. “I don’t fucking think so. Not when your pussy clamps down on my fingers like it never wants to let go.”

Aurelia’s glassy eyes stare up at him as he finger-fucks her brutally with hard, punishing thrusts.

“Let’s get one thing straight.” He slides his fingers out, removes his hand from her mouth, and forces three wet digits between her lips. “You’re always gonna be a whore for me, little angel.”

As she chokes, the tears in her eyes spill over, but Daemon doesn’t let up on her. Nothing but the sheer destruction of her persistent defiance can soothe the hunger in his eyes.

“Come on, baby,” he taunts, reaching up to grab her tangled, matted hair with his other hand. “You can choke better than that.”

I look over just in time to watch Ronan, with another lit cigarette that dangles from his lips, unzip his jeans and take his hard dick out. Alaric follows suit.

Noticing, Daemon’s cold smile spreads across his lips.

“Have you seen this?” I ask Daemon on my way over to them. I stop beside Aurelia and lean my shoulder against her wing, where it’s pressed up against the wall. “See how wet she is.” To demonstrate, I drag a single finger through a bead of arousal trailing down the inside of her thigh. They watch me suck it clean. “Delicious.”

Daemon chuckles appreciatively before turning back to the object of his obsession—the strung-up angel with fire in her teary eyes. His dark gaze slowly travels down her naked body and back. He pulls his fingers from her mouth and drags a single digit from her lips, down her chin and throat. Lower it trails, between her supple breasts, before circling her belly button in a teasing touch. Aurelia tries her restraints again, but no amount of pulling or tugging on the chains will set her free. Not now when she’s at Daemon’s mercy. “I think it’s time to teach you an important lesson, little angel.” He dips his hand lower and spreads her pussy lips with two fingers. Her pink clit peeks out, and he looks down at it with such hunger in his dark eyes, my own clit tingles in response. “How badly do you want to come, Aurelia?”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Let me go,” she begs, trembling beneath his intense gaze. “Please.”

Releasing her pussy lips, he pats her cunt once, then steps back and says to me, “Bring her to the edge, but don’t let her come.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I reply as I take his place and sink to my knees in front of the angel, who stares down at me through heavy eyes that beg me to stop this.

To continue.

Leaning in close enough to inhale her intoxicatingly sweet scent, I peer up into her dark eyes. “You’re a drug, little witch. A deadly, addictive drug.” I dig my fingers into her hips and bring her cunt closer to my mouth. She shivers visibly, jerking beneath my touch. I place a soft kiss on her slit while holding her gaze. “And I’d kill to feel you inside my veins.” I cover her pussy with my mouth, and she lets out a cry that’s both tortured and needy. I fucking love how she undulates beneath the lashes of my tongue. The way she floods my mouth with her arousal, and how my cheeks and lips glisten with her when I flick my eyes up to hers. Tongue buried deep between her puffy pussy lips, I drag it all the way from her soaked hole to her throbbing clit. I nip it, sucking on it until she shivers like a leaf.

So fucking close.

“Not yet,” I whisper, blowing on the pretty pearl. Behind me, the boys jerk their dicks, the sound of their labored breathing and Aurelia’s whimpers creating a symphony of seduction.

“Please,” she pleads. “I need to come.”

“Is that so?” I taunt her before swirling my tongue over her clit and bruising her hips with my tight grip. “Do you think you deserve to come?”

Daemon’s chuckle makes my own lips twitch.

“It hurts… I need to come so badly.”

I hum, kissing her sweet bundle of nerves. “That’s a shame.”

She shivers and shakes. Perspiration beads on her brow. My tongue drags up the length of her slit again and again, sucking and nibbling on her clit. I can’t get enough of her cunt.

“Please,” she pleads again, staring down at me, and I almost give her what she needs.

Almost.

“That’s enough,” Daemon growls breathily.

Rising to my feet, I step aside and lean against the cell while the boys walk up close to her naked body. Their intention is clear as day.

Paint her in cum.

Mark her as theirs.

Erase Lucifer and leave the little angel a tortured, aching mess.

Their bulging arms move swiftly as they stand shoulder-to-shoulder in front of Aurelia. Daemon refrains from spreading his wings, and I know it’s for my benefit. If he does, I won’t be able to witness their animalistic claiming.

With a final grunt, Ronan comes, his cum raining over her belly and pussy in quick spurts. Soon after, Daemon lets out a deep growl and jerks his dick harshly as he comes over her shivering body. Not one to disappoint, Alaric comes too, his cum squirting in an arc and raining over her tits and stomach. It’s so fucking primal.

I squeeze my thighs together to alleviate the ache there. I’m horny.

With a final tug on his dick, Alaric lets out a satisfied growl.

Reaching out and dragging his fingers through their combined cum, Daemon grabs the little witch’s chin with his other hand and smears their seed over her mouth before pushing his fingers between her lips. She gags, causing a cruel smile to play at the corners of his lips.

He slides his fingers through their seed again and smears it over her cheeks, his touch rough and dirty. Meanwhile, Ronan tosses his packet of cigarettes to Alaric, who proceeds to light one up.

“Do you know what’s most telling about all of this?” Daemon asks her as he grabs her by the throat and leans in close to breathe in his scent on her skin. A satisfied, masculine rumble vibrates his chest. “You could have escaped your confines at any moment, little angel. We both know you’re powerful enough.” He snaps his teeth at her and exits the room, calling out over his shoulder, “Come on, let’s leave her alone with her throbbing pussy to think about her bratty behavior.”

Ronan and Alaric chuckle as they follow Daemon, but I push off the bars and make my way up to her.

Covered in cum and tears, she’s a beautiful storm.

One I’d like to drown in.

Placing my hands on the damp brick, I lean in close to her face and swirl my tongue over her supple lips, tasting the boys’ claiming. Her trembling breath mingles with mine, and I look her in the eye with a final nip to her bottom lip. “He’s right, you know?”

Aurelia says nothing, shivering as the cum on her skin slowly turns cold.

“Your hellfire is coming back. I know you feel it. And with the Light inside you, there’s no limit to your power. Yet here you are, strung up in chains like helpless prey.” I press my lips to her ear. “A whore to be used and discarded. But it’s okay.” I suck her earlobe between my lips, then let go. “While you pretend to be weak, we’ll play with you until you break. But we all know that you’re the strongest of the pack. You’re not the prey, little witch. You’re the hunter. Toying with us like a cat with a mouse.” Then, with a final smirk, I push off the brick and walk out. But before I leave, I look back at her over my shoulder. “Enjoy your chains.”

AURELIA

Loose pieces of grit stick to my bare feet as they move across the cold cobblestones. My white dress swirls around my ankles and disturbs the thick, white mist. It rolls across the ground, carrying with it the earthy, wet scent of the forest: pine, broken pieces of bark, and sap.

“Amenadiel,” I call out as I wrap my arms around myself to ward off the cold that seeps beneath the thin fabric of my dress. Goosebumps dot my arms, the hairs standing on end. I sweep my gaze around the quiet town square. The cherub fountain in the middle—framed by boarded-up, derelict buildings—stares back at me with empty eyes. Parts of its face have crumbled away with time. An old, rusty bike with a horn leans up against the fountain.

“Amenadiel?” My voice echoes in the silence.

Chills crawl up my spine like a thousand little spiders that spread out across my shoulder blades. My wings flex behind me in response.

“Amenadiel isn’t here.”

I swivel around, my skirt flaring around my thighs. Strands of my hair stick to my moist lips, so I swipe them away.

Genesis steps out from the shadows by the side of a boarded-up bar. What was once a neon sign has partly come away and now hangs on its side. Her dark hair frames her face, and her cold, soulless eyes track me as she seems to float across the cobblestone. Dressed in a long, black dress with a high thigh slit that highlights her every curve, she’s a vision. And so unlike me, in my tattered white dress and blonde hair.

Wait a minute? Blonde hair?

With a gasp, I peer behind me at my white feathers. I lift my hands up and stare wide-eyed at my translucent pale skin.

“You can’t escape who you are,” Genesis taunts, head cocked to the side.

I look from my hands to her and swallow past the thick lump in my throat.

“You’ll always belong to the Light. Not them.”

“And you’ll always belong here, trapped in the shadows.” I don’t know where my bravery is coming from. In reality, I feel so small.

“Sweetheart,” she says with a sinister edge to her voice as she walks past the fountain. She trails her fingers over the weathered stone, and water pours from the cherub’s horn in response to her magic.

Magic which I don’t know how to wield.

I back away out of instinct, and she laughs under her breath. “I’m not trapped here. Don’t underestimate me, Aurelia. I’m biding my time.”

Spinning in a circle and disturbing the swirling mist, I shout, “Amenadiel!”

Where the hell is he? I can always reach him through my mind. But not tonight.

I sense her behind me and turn back around. She’s closer now, shrouded in shadows and mystique. Her dark eyes resemble the night itself as she lets her raven wings unfold from her back. Behind her, the bike lies on its side near the fountain, the wheel spinning. A vagrant breeze blows through the town square, shifting my skirt around my thighs and my hair across my shoulders.

“Are you ready to taste death, little angel?” Lowering her voice, she whispers, “It’s foul.”

When she takes a sudden step toward me, light explodes from my hands in a display of raw power that frightens me. I fall back onto my ass, startled and shocked.

Genesis cackles, the evil sound shriveling every ounce of bravery inside me. Throwing her hand out, she sends shadows rushing at me like a sandstorm of racing horses. I scramble to my feet and set off running. My harsh breaths puff out in front of me as tears cascade down my cheeks. Light pours from my chest. I’m a glow of silvery light that darts across the town square like a shooting star. Unable to wrangle the panic, I release a guttural sob.

“You’re so damn pathetic with your little light. Do you think glowing like a fucking stick at a festival can defeat pure evil?” With another push of her hands, the shadows shove into me from behind, and I fall to the ground with a scream. Pain explodes in my wrists. I roll over onto my back and watch her approach. Her hair moves in an imaginary breeze. Shadows dance over every inch of exposed skin. “I must say, I’m disappointed by Eden’s own little angel. What a pathetic attempt by a ‘powerful’ God at bringing His Light into the darkness.”

Icy, shadowy fingers crawl up my body and wrap around my throat. She brings her hand out in front of her and makes a show of tightening her fist. I gasp as the shadowy hand around my throat cuts off my airflow. Panic flares inside me, and I reach up to pull it off, only to meet air.

“What are you gonna do, Aurelia? Fight me with your Light?” She laughs, tightening her grip.

Gasping for breath and grappling at my throat, I kick my feet out on the cobblestone. Overhead, the stars twinkle brightly. Dark spots form at the edge of my vision, but she doesn’t let up. Instead, the crazed look in her eyes intensifies. She’s enjoying this.

“Do you get it now? I am more powerful than you.”

“While you pretend to be weak, we’ll play with you until you break. But we all know that you’re the strongest of the pack.”

My body convulses. The urge to inhale a breath burns my lungs.

“Colossians. He has delivered us from the power of darkness.”

“No, you’re not,” I manage to choke out. And with the last of my strength, a strength I didn’t know I had, I let the silent power inside my center explode outward. A silvery light that’s so bright, I’m forced to shield my eyes, rushes forward like a shockwave, reducing the buildings around us to rubble.

A scream rips from my lungs as I shoot awake, the chains rattling against the wall. My hair sticks to my sweaty forehead. I swallow down my harsh breaths to calm my racing heartbeat. What the hell was that dream?

A single torch burns on the wall, casting a dim glow over the cell. The barred cage door is still open. Over by the corner, a rat scurries across the floor.

Chest heaving, I bang the back of my head against the wall. Something is wrong. I can sense it. Wriggling my hands, I try to free myself from the chains again without any luck. I need to see Amenadiel and tell him about the dream. If anyone can help me figure it out, it’s him.

When blood trickles down my wrists, I release a frustrated whimper and bang the back of my head against the damp wall again. What the fuck do I do?

What was it Dariana said? My thoughts rush at me, too many to decipher. Sweat drips down my temple.

“Last time we tied her to a bed, she escaped.”

“Genesis… How did you escape?” I whisper out loud, tasting my own sweat on my lips as I dart my tongue out in thought. I look left and right, but the room is empty.

I’m alone.

Closing my eyes, I inhale a few steadying breaths. “I am the fucking Light. The Light lives in me. I am not some weak, pathetic angel.” Fisting my hands, I focus my mind, straining to the point of a headache blooming behind my temples. Slowly, so fucking slowly, the chains slide from my wrists and neck. Excitement bubbles up inside me, and I lose focus.

“Shit…” I try again without luck. Frustrated with myself, I tug harshly on the chains, cursing the sharp pain that radiates through my bones. “I am not a fucking prisoner. No one gets to chain me up again.” With that thought in mind, I clamp my eyes shut, inhale a deep breath, and let memories of Eden and of Freya flash through my mind.

Every smile.

Every laugh.

The sun beaming on my face.

The feather-soft touch of her fingers on my cheek while we lay on the soft grass.

The feel of the rough bark beneath my fingers as I climbed the tree to peer over the gate.

My hair, flying behind me when we ran across grassy hills amidst colorful flowers and butterflies.

“You’re my best friend, Aurelia. I’ll always have your back.”

The shackles slide from my skin, and my thoughts shatter like shards of exploding glass.

Stumbling away from the wall, I stare wide-eyed at the chains where they hang from their hooks. I bring my hands up in front of my face. Bracelets of blood decorate each wrist, trails of red racing toward my elbows.

I curl my fingers around my throat, remembering how the chain dug into the skin. I’m free.

I’m fucking free.

Before I can give it any further thought, a door slams somewhere in the distance.

“Shit…” Exiting the cellar, I let the shadows hide my naked form. I need to find Amenadiel.

Daemon won’t let me go to see him, so I’ll have no choice but to sneak out.

I need answers. I need him to teach me how to control my powers before Genesis returns.

With those thoughts in mind, I set off toward the exit.