Touched By Sin: A Dark Paranormal Romance (Sins of The Fallen Book 1)

The music is so loud, I can feel the base in the floorboards beneath my heels. Dariana dressed me in a short, glittery black dress, far more revealing than anything I’ve ever worn before, and I feel pretty.

We’re in the human world, back in the club where they come to hunt. Mortal men flirt with us, and we let them buy us drinks. I’m having fun—a novel concept.

“Why is there fruit in my drink?” I ask, squinting at the pieces floating in my drink.

“It’s a gin and tonic. It’s supposed to have strawberries,” she shouts over the music. “Try one. Best combination ever.”

“You know, I’m only just getting used to blood, and now you’re introducing me to alcohol mixed with fruit? Wait, I thought you didn’t eat food?”

Her mischievous, scarlet smile draws my eyes while she scoops one up and places it on my tongue.

My eyes widen. “It’s sweet.”

“Good, right?”

“Oh, yeah!” I groan, wiping droplets of strawberry juice from my bottom lip with my thumb. Dariana’s black dress has a dangerously low neckline, and her silver necklace disappears into her cleavage. I want to follow it with my tongue. Alcohol makes me horny—well, more horny than usual.

“He’s cute!” She points to a human man over by the bar. I take in his white shirt, the two top buttons undone, and his black slacks that hug his thighs just right. The rings on his tattooed fingers glint in the lights behind the bar as he lifts his beer to his lips.

“We should share him,” she whispers in my ear, and my eyes snap to hers.

“Daemon will kill him.”

Scooping a strawberry from my drink, she pops it in her mouth. “Daemon isn’t here.”

My gaze is fixed on her lips.

“He’s probably with some girl right now.”

I look down at my drink, swirling the straw through the pieces of fruit. “Don’t remind me, please.”

She watches me throw my drink back. I’m already feeling the effects of the alcohol. “Are you not hungry? When was the last time you fed?”

I went all my life without feeding on humans, and now I crave blood like some mythological vampire. Just one more negative thing to add to the list of reasons why it’s a bad idea to sneak out of Eden.

“Let’s share him,” she coaxes. “It’ll be fun. Just you and me and a hot human man.”

“But Daemon—”

“So what if he kills him? We’ll kill him anyway.”

I wince and she pinches my chin, forcing my eyes back to hers. “It’s nature. Why would your God create predators if we weren’t meant to hunt prey? Why do spiders eat flies? And lions, antelopes? We’re just higher up the food chain than him.”

I consider her words while I study the human man. He has a nice smile, straight white teeth with a dimple on his cheek, and a tattoo on the side of his neck. His brown hair is kept short on the sides and longer on the top.

“Do humans fuck as good as angels?”

Dariana chokes on her drink and it takes her a moment to stop coughing, but her eyes glitter with amusement when she does. “Why don’t we find out?”

“I don’t know,” I say, dropping my gaze to the floor. “Daemon—”

“Stop worrying about Daemon. Let him fucking stew.”

“Do you think that’s fair?”

“Yes!” she exclaims, exasperated. “I think it’s fair. He stole you from Eden. When you arrived at his house, you’d never felt anything but complete contentment. Now you feel all these emotions that you don’t know how to handle. Daemon, on the other hand, has no excuse for his behavior. He’s had a lifetime to learn how to wrangle his explosive temper, but you, little angel, you’ve only had a matter of months. He said it himself: he saw you and he wanted you, so he took you. Now, you want to feed on that human, so go over there and take what you want. Do something for yourself for once. Put yourself first.”

“You’re very eager for me to betray Daemon.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she growls, “you’re about to seduce your meal. That’s not cheating. What do you think the boys do before they eat? They seduce those girls every damn fucking time.” She takes my hand and steers me over to the man, who lowers his drink when she trails her manicured fingers up his chest.

“You look like you know how to show two women a good time.”

He swallows the beer in his mouth as his hazel eyes trail over to me and dip to my chest. “Want another drink?”

Dariana darts her tongue out, sweeping it across her bottom lip. “Why don’t we skip the formalities and jump straight to it? Hmm? Why don’t you take us somewhere more private?”

Placing his beer down on the bar, he pushes off and slides his arms around our waists. “Let’s go.”

His apartment is flashy in a way I didn’t expect. It’s open-plan and spacious, with shiny, dark marble floors and windows that span from the ceiling to the floor. There’s even a balcony that overlooks the city. The couch in the living room is black leather, the kind of modern design that screams bachelor. No woman would have a couch like that without at least a dozen throw pillows.

“Angel,” Dariana giggles between kisses, stumbling toward the bedroom with the human. “Join us.”

Dragging my eyes away from the silvery moon outside, I follow them into the bedroom, where they fall onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. I’m unsure what to do, and when Dariana reaches for my hand, I let her pull me onto the bed. The human, who we found out is named Cole, pushes up on his knees and removes his tie while Dariana slides the straps down my shoulders before capturing my nipple between her plump lips. She sucks eagerly, and pleasure trickles down to my core. Cole tosses his tie to the floor and starts on his shirt buttons.

“Isn’t she so pretty?” Dariana says, gripping my jaw and smiling up at Cole. “Don’t you just want to fuck that pretty mouth?”

Cole palms my naked tit before shrugging out of his shirt. His ripped abs ripple as he unbuckles his belt. There’s a script tattoo on his ribs, and more tattoos than I can count cover his stomach and chest. He’s even got his birth year tattooed in large numbers on his chest.

“She’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he agrees, shoving his jeans down and stroking his hard length. My gaze slides down and then back up. I didn’t think humans had big dicks, but he’s impressive in the anatomy department. Not as big as my men, but definitely not small. My men? Shut up, brain. They’re not my men. They’re three captors that keep me like a pet because they’re bored.

Dariana lies down beside me, cupping my cheek and bringing my eyes to hers. “Open your legs, baby.” Sliding her fingers down my stomach and between my thighs, she begins to circle my clit. “Yes,” she breathes, “take what you want, little angel.”

Do I want this?

Cole’s big hand presses down next to me on the pillow as he settles between my legs. He tears a condom with his teeth, sheathing his length. “Look at me with those pretty eyes,” he orders, and Dariana giggles, flopping onto her back. She’s drunk. I am as well, but I’m not too drunk to realize this feels wrong, and when Cole crowns my entrance, I shove him off.

Dariana laughs next to me. “I knew you couldn’t go through with it.”

My cheeks heat as I sit up and hold my dress over my tits.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Cole growls, glaring at me.

Beside me, Dariana shifts onto her hands and knees and crawls up to him. “Relax, lover boy. You’ll get to come.” After removing the condom, she takes him in her mouth, and I peer up through my lashes as her head bobs on him. Meanwhile, his dark, heavy eyes stay locked on mine the entire time.

“You like that,” she teases, licking him from root to tip.

His gaze snaps to hers, and he traps his bottom lip between his teeth before shoving her away and climbing off the bed. He leaves the room and returns shortly after with a bottle of champagne. The lid pops and he takes a large sip as he walks up to me. Then he fists my hair, yanks my head back, and presses the rim to my lips. “Drink, Blondie.”

The cool bubbles sparkle on my tongue and pour down my chin and throat.

“There’s a good girl.” After handing the bottle to Dariana, he grabs my chin, bringing my lips to his. “Why’d you deny me?”

I try to move away, but he tightens his grip, freezing me.

“You frigid?”

Dariana chokes on her drink and falls back, laughing on the bed, the bottle extended in the air. “My girl is not frigid.”

“Could’ve fooled me.” He shoves me away, then climbs back onto the mattress and takes the bottle from Dariana. His throat bobs as he swigs it. Then, when it’s empty, he tosses it to the side and circles his fingers around my ankle. His grip is rough, and I let out a surprised sound when he drags me down the sheets. My skirt rides up around my waist to expose my pussy.

Cole grabs my wrists, forcing them up over my head. “You didn’t come here to watch me fuck your friend, did you?”

My mind is hazy with alcohol. I don’t like his touch at all. It doesn’t feel like when Ronan, Alaric, or Daemon touch me.

His makes me feel cheap.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he says as he drags his fingers through my slit. I’m dry, so he spits on his digits and tries again, rubbing my clit. Behind him, Dariana sits up with a raised brow, smeared lipstick, and tangled hair. The challenge in her eyes is not lost on me.

I shove him off, straddling his lap. His cock is right there, nestled between my legs and sliding against my pussy. If it were Daemon, my body would tremble with need and I would be begging him to fuck me, but he’s not Daemon. He’s not Ronan or Alaric, either. He’s prey, and I’m the cat toying with my mouse.

“Do you know what I like?” I whisper, slowly unfolding my wings behind me. Dariana’s eyes widen. “My friends don’t like to feed on frightened prey. They use their power to place their victim in a trance, if you will. Personally, I think it’s dull.” My teeth slowly grow, glinting in the light from the bedside lamp.

His eyes widen.

Suddenly, he can see my wings, too.

With my eyes locked on Dariana, I lean in close to him and whisper, “I like my prey awake and screaming with fear.” I strike, tearing into his neck until it’s in shreds. His terrified cries that echo through his apartment soon die down. Dariana is in fits of giggles. I spit out a thick lump of flesh, curling my finger at her. “You’ve got to stop playing me like that.”

She crawls forward, hips swaying, with a seductive, erotic smile. “I knew you wouldn’t really fuck him.”

My hand flies out and I grab her by the throat. “I don’t like that you had his cock in your mouth.”

Her dark eyes glitter beneath those long lashes. “I like this possessive side of you.”

Covered head to toe in blood, I crawl over the dead body, covering Dariana with mine. I fist her skirt in my hand and shove it up. Then I press my thigh against her pussy, slowly beginning to move on top of her. “You like that?”

“I like you covered in blood and gore.” As if to prove her point, she removes a shred of flesh from my hair. “You’re vicious.”

I grind against her, my hand wrapped around her slender throat. “I liked it.”

She whimpers, her lashes fluttering. Looking down at my naked breasts, she palms them and tweaks my nipples. “He’s bleeding out on the bed. We’re waisting blood.”

“I’ve had my fill,” I tell her. “Why don’t you feed.”

“I would, but you feel so good on top of me.” She lifts her head off the pillow and sucks my hard nipple between her teeth.

I lose myself in her for all of two seconds before climbing off. “Feed. I didn’t kill your prey for you so the mattress could soak it all up.”

As she settles over his body and begins to lap at the blood that trickles in a steady stream from his neck, I crawl up behind her and grab her ass. The scent of her pussy is everywhere, enticing me to hook my thumb in her panties and slide them aside so I can feast on her cunt.

She moans, spreading her legs wider and rocking back against me while I circle her tight entrance with my tongue. I suck on her soft, soaking folds, dragging my tongue from her clit to her anus. My hand slides over her ass, leaving a trail of blood in its wake as I tease her pussy with my crimson fingers.

“Dammit, I’m trying to focus on feeding here,” she laughs.

I slide two bloodied fingers inside her, watching them disappear into her slick heat. “Fuck, you’re so warm, tight, and greedy.” Leaning in, I sink my fangs into her ass, ignoring her fierce snarl. She can fucking take it! Pumping my fingers, I lap at the trickle of blood from the incisor wounds. My wings bump into the walls on either side of me, but I don’t care. I’m too busy feasting on her pussy.

That is, until the bedroom door flies open and three very angry angels tumble through. Dariana and I pop our heads up. What a sight we must be: Dariana feasting on a dead corpse while I’m eating her out from behind.

“Hi, boys.” She giggles. “Turns out our girl is a psychopath.”

“What the fuck?” Daemon bats my wing out of the way as he takes in the scene of me half naked, the dead guy with the floppy dick, and Dariana’s ass in the air. The chunks of flesh strewn here and there on the sheets.

“Damn,” chuckles Alaric. “We missed quite some party.”

Ignoring them, I lean back in and circle my tongue over Dariana’s throbbing clit. She’s an addiction, and I want more.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, pulling on the man’s short hair and dragging her tongue over the last trickle of blood on his neck. “Unfortunately, you’re too late, boys. We already drained him dry.”

“By all means, continue,” Alaric comments, flopping down onto the couch across the room that’s conveniently placed to offer a prime view of the bed.

Ronan chuckles on his way over and lowers himself down next to Alaric. “Daemon, man,” he calls out, “let the girls finish.”

Daemon’s footsteps retreat. I don’t care to check his anger levels, not now when I have Dariana’s pussy pressed up against my lips.

Priorities and all that.