Page 38 of Fallen: Darkness Ascending, Vol.1

FAITH

I ’d tried to get high once. I’d gone for the big guns, too. The heroin had done nothing but make me vaguely sleepy, an utter waste of the very expensive cost. This? The feelings rising through my blood like a storm were so much better.

And terrifying.

Two shadowed figures loomed in the doorway to the tech room, and I knew it was Simiel and Xathanael.

I could sense them. I had since the beginning.

And I was still pinned to Cadriel’s lap.

Shocked was a mild way to put it when they’d pulled me to them.

I had not been expecting that from them, least out of the three fallen who now stood before me, palpable hunger reaching me through whatever bond this was.

Am I losing my damn mind? Simiel and Xathanael were behind me in a flash, towering over me where Cadriel had me seated, still licking at my neck. Do I care?

“You fucker. You were supposed to wait until we got back.” Simiel joked, but the tension in his fingers as they knotted through my hair was anything but.

The only light in the room came from Cadriel’s monitors, the glowing blue-white washing over the room and making everything stand out in stark contrast. As Simiel wrenched my head backward, I caught a glimpse of Cadriel’s fangs, a mouthful of terror wearing my blood.

I was going to scar from that. Hell, I could still very possibly die from blood loss or be devoured by these unholy creatures.

So why wasn’t I running?

“You look so pretty oozing all that red, darlin’.” Simiel lowered his mouth toward my neck, angling me so that my pussy rubbed against the thick erection contained behind Cadriel’s zipper. “And I’m sure there’s plenty to spare.”

His fangs shoved forward in front of his usual teeth, and I felt a scream bubble up through my throat before it was cut off by another bite that had me reeling.

It was a strange euphoria of blistering pain and mind-numbing pleasure.

My walls clamped down around nothing, aching to be filled in a way I never had before.

I felt the pull, the suction of Simiel’s attack draining my blood, but I wasn’t swept up into oblivion yet, at least not physically.

My mind was utterly gone, however. Still, that hum in my blood, which I’d never allowed myself to focus on—the one I was coming to realize was my nephilim side—rushed to the surface, a jolt of electricity to a dying battery.

My eyes flew open, and need ground down into me, all the way to my bones. I needed to taste them, to feel them inside me, to fuck them until I couldn’t breathe. The ache was profound; my muscles locked up as the silent command, only I knew about, screamed inside my head.

“So damn pretty.” Cadriel’s voice was a soft rumble, and as I strained to look at them, my eyes picked up on the veins of molten glow that exuded from their wings. “Our little slice of heaven.”

Blood was smeared over his lips, and in this muted light, I could see flecks of gold like glitter shimmering through it. I really wasn’t human. I had been living in a hole of denial, ready to wake up from all this, but that wasn’t happening, was it?

This is real.

I reached out for Cadriel’s lips, but quicker than a blink, I was grabbed roughly from their lap and flung across the room unceremoniously.

I skidded to a stop a few feet away on the floor, pain blooming through my shoulder and hip.

That rage within me simmered, and even without seeing it, I still knew my stare glowed gold.

Xathanael sauntered toward me, standing monstrously tall as the light silhouetted him, the outline of his wings glowing as rivulets of neon orange ran through the black expanse.

“A slice of heaven who’s going to feel the wrath of hell.”

My blood ran cold and hot at once, that burning need at war with the ever-fading voice in my head that demanded I run. This asshole was going to break me into a million pieces if he had his way.

“Fucking touch me, you piece of shit, and I’ll?—”

“You’ll what, nephilim? Attack? Kill me?” Xath chuckled, evil and sadistic. “I’d love to see you try.”

The three fallen surrounded me as I sat on the floor. I was prey in the lion’s den, but I wouldn’t go down easy. I craved them in my cells, needing to lose touch with where they ended and I began, but I wasn’t about to make it easy on them either.

Pushing off the floor, I stood in a bit of a crouch, pulling the tremors of power in my blood to the surface. Simiel smirked, and he rushed forward first. Focusing my attention on him, I was able to lock him down like before. He’d said I could do it, so I trusted that gut instinct.

But there were two more of them.

In a surge of action that was quicker than I could process by a hair, Cadriel and Xathanael rushed me.

The wave of their attack consumed me, hands grabbing hold of me—either arm and leg on each side—and dragging me down to the floor.

The short-fiber carpet in here provided little cushion, and my head landed against the ground hard enough to get me seeing stars for a moment.

“Get the fuck off me! Get—” Xathanael’s fist closed around my throat, and my eyes bulged.

“Open.”

I had to assume he meant my mouth, and so I clenched my jaw all the tighter.

He only smirked at me, sliding his fingers up until he squeezed them between my teeth and forced my mouth wide.

His teal stare was luminescent in the dark, a shock of color against his deep umber skin.

Leaning over me, Xath hovered his lips over mine before sliding his mouth open to let his saliva land on my tongue.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I shut my lids reflexively. I was dirty. This was wrong. And my pussy was the wettest it had ever been. The sound of a deep inhalation forced my eyes open again, and I looked up into violet and teal eyes as they dilated.

“Your scent…” Cadriel moaned, dragging his nose against the underside of my bicep as he held my arm pinned to the floor.

“That pretty mouth of yours might lie, but your scent can’t, nephilim.” Xath mirrored Cadriel’s movements right up until he sank his teeth into the notch of skin at the side of my upper breast. I screamed, tears streaming down my face.

And then hands were at the back of my head, lifting it up by the hair. “Having trouble concentrating, I see.”

Simiel knelt at my head, now shirtless, his black, orange-veined wings filling the space behind him.

His hand went to the buckle of his black jeans, fingers undoing the button and then pulling down the zipper.

Reaching inside, Simiel began to free himself as Xath’s teeth tore into my flesh.

Cadriel lapped at my oozing neck, his fingers trailing between my thighs.

“Stay just like that, darlin’.”

Tugging, Simiel’s massive cock sprung free of his pants as Xath still held my jaw open with his fingers.

I was so much smaller than them; these fallen were able to manipulate and bend and command my body effortlessly.

As Simiel lined himself up with my mouth, I noticed the bulge at the base of his erection.

Similar molten orange veins reached up from it to the tip of his cock.

What the ? —

But then he shoved forward, his dick sliding past my tongue to the back of my throat.

The strain of taking him was immediate and intense. Simiel’s cock was painfully thick, practically choking me with every viscous onslaught of his hips. Filthy sounds filled up the room as he fucked my mouth brutally, and I could hardly breathe, his bitter char taste clinging to my tastebuds.

This time, I knew I didn’t care.

Cadriel’s fingers pressed into my lower stomach as they manhandled my pants, unbuttoning them and yanking them down my legs along with my panties.

I was bared completely from the waist down, the air chilly against the wetness that clung to my seam and the skin of my thighs.

They shoved my legs apart, the heat of their breath landing on my pussy.

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.

Warmth rushed through me as their tongue dragged up the inside of my thigh, and then those sharp teeth bit down again, giving me another matching scar to the two I was already wearing.

I clamped down around nothing again. I was too fucking empty , and without thinking, I squeezed my teeth into Simiel’s shaft as he fucked my throat.

“Ugh,” he groaned, gripping my hair hard enough to make my scalp burn and my eyes water, but not slowing down even a fraction. “I think our nephilim has a hunger all her own.”

God, did I, and I was downright ravenous. Clearly, I had absolutely lost my mind, what tenuous grip on reality I had fracturing. But if this was to be my new life, a hell of my own making with these fallen around me, then so be it.

Cadriel’s teeth freed from my flesh, and he lapped his way up to my pussy, sliding his undoubtedly blood covered tongue between my folds and drinking down my arousal. I bucked against him, the hold Xathanael had on my arm and leg the only thing anchoring me to the floor.

Simiel’s grip on my hair tripled, and I was sure he’d tear the locks from my scalp. He tested the back of my throat, pinching my nose so I couldn’t get in any air.

You fucking asshole!

The thought was loud enough that I knew it made it to my fallen.

It was met with chuckles and groans, and Simiel didn’t let me breathe until black spots filled my vision.

He released my nose just before I passed out, and completely controlling my head, he assaulted my mouth until the taste of iron spread over my tongue.

His cock twitched, and my eyes squeezed closed again at the sensation, that and the delightful way Cadriel devoured me, leaving not an inch of my skin unexplored. Sucks, nibbles, flicking his damned tongue like that, I was driving right up to the edge at breakneck speed.