Page 5 of Fallen Angels

I can’t suppress the sudden urge to… watch them. I pull myself to the front of my cell, as both sides of my prison are constructed of stone and therefore, impossible to see through. From the entrance to my prison, through the slats between the iron bars, I’m able to catch sight of them.

Baron straddles Eilish, her ass between his thighs. He leans over her, holding her head to the ground, while he braces her stomach to keep her ass up high in the air. He’s behind her and as I watch, he bores himself into her and she writhes underneath him, smashing her eyes shut as she bites her lower lip. The expression of pure ecstasy coats her face.

I feel my cock growing hard and it’s all I can do to suppress the shame that overwhelms me. Even so, I can’t stop watching them. I won’t stop watching them.

Baron pulls out of her and then plunges into her ruthlessly as she cries underneath him. I’m surprised the sound doesn’t wake Dragan or that fool sprite. It’s a stroke of luck for Dragan that it doesn’t, because I know the foolish barbarian would lose his mind if he knew Baron was fucking her. Lucky for him he doesn’t know.

Unlucky for me that I do.

My cock won’t go down. It’s hard as a rock and even as I hate myself for doing it, I reach down and rub the throbbing head through my trousers. I can hear how wet she is. With every thrust of Baron’s cock, her pussy makes a swishing sound.

Fuck. I want her so much. More than I’ve ever wanted her before and there were times when I thought my need couldn’t become more pronounced.

Well, it’s much more pronounced now.

I wish I were in the cell with them. If I were, I would take turns with Baron.

At the thought of Eilish sucking my cock while Baron drives himself hard within her, I unbutton my trousers and release my dick. I begin to stroke it and feel the beads of wetness leaking from my head.

CHAPTER TWO

EILISH

The Castle in the Sky

This moment… that’s all I am aware of.

There is no past nor future as a warm glow begins to unfurl in me. I push back against Baron’s thrusts, my hips moving in a rhythm I have no control over. He bites down on my shoulder and sucks in my blood as I explode. A million galaxies roil within my soul and I feel his strength fill me up.

I push Baron off with a surge of power I didn’t know I had. He falls back, looking at me in surprise. I sense the same surprise, but I can’t tarry on it long because the Succubus is still in control and she’s demanding.

She isn’t finished with him yet.

Baron chuckles as I push him down against the stone floor. I climb him once more, lowering myself onto his length. He reaches up and wraps his hand around my throat as a reminder that he’s permitting me to assert my control over him. But I can tell he appreciates this forceful side of me, at the same time, even if he feels the need to confront it. I grind against his stomach, rubbing my clit into him as I chase that blissful wave of pleasure that causes tingles to spread through the marrow in my bones. He holds me upright by my hips and then repeatedly thrusts into me, meeting the roll of my hips perfectly.

“Do it,” he says. “Take what you want.”

I lift a brief second and brace my hands beside his head and throw myself into a swift release. Baron shouts. His face sags with an expression of pure agony and it’s blissful. He claims my lips with a snarl and it’s as if a dam breaks as he releases himself within me, flooding my insides with his seed.

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BARON

The enticing ambiance of darkness sweeps through me with a blind fury. Eilish clings to my shoulders in the aftermath of our destructive coupling. I imagine the others are still unconscious in the cell beside ours. But, even if they aren’t, I don’t care.

The bars between us and then are still bathed in darkness and I can’t see anything or anyone. Which is just as well—the only person I’m interested in at the moment is Eilish. She kisses the spot where my neck and jaw meet, causing my cock to twitch inside her. She gives a little shudder and smiles. I see the same darkness in her that journeys through my veins.

“Up,” I demand. She raises off my lap slowly, but doesn’t move away.

She surprises me by dipping low and pulling my softening erection out of her body. She smiles as I watch her with an unbridled yearning. The way she licks her lips and tucks me into my trousers is too much. I look away, lest we find ourselves in a similar situation. But, now is not the time for more fucking. Now, is the moment to figure out how to get out of this fucking prison.

I feel strong.

Much stronger than I did before I drank her. This is what her blood does to me—it fortifies me, fills me up with a strength I’ve never known before.

She adjusts her clothing and sits beside me. The healthy flush on her cheeks is beguiling.

“What will Dragan think?” My words are meant to be shrugged off, but I see how she stiffens. She cares about the gargoyle and she cares about what he thinks of her, much though I wish she wouldn’t and didn’t.

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