Page 113 of Where Angels Fall

Right now... All I want is to be with him. To be with the Devils.

Ash wanted me tucked up here, safe and resting. But I don’t want safe.

I push the covers back. The room tilts slightly when I sit up, but it steadies quickly. My bare feet hit the cold floor, and I inhale through my nose, grounding myself. My reflection in the mirror across the room looks... different.

Not broken.

My hair is brushed out now, falling loose around my shoulders. A tight singlet clings to my body, and silky sleep shorts hang off my hips. The bruises remain, a dark constellation across my pale skin, but they don’t upset me.

They look like proof. Like strength.

I move carefully to the door, ignoring the faint pull in my thigh. I should rest; I know that. But I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and feel like I’ve imagined it all. I want to be where he is. Where they are.

With my people.

The sound of boisterous chatter grows louder as I descend the stairs, each step slow and deliberate. Laughter, cheering, and fighting vibrates under my bare feet. It sounds alive.

The back door creaks as I push it open, red light from the club hitting me. My eyes zero in on the man leaning against the bar, chatting with a group of his men. But his words stop, and eyes find me immediately.

I’m expecting him to come to me, to take me back to bed. To tell me I need to rest. To wrap me up in bubble wrap. I should know better by now.

Crossing his arms, the corner of his mouth twitches, his stormy eyes slowly slide down my body before coming back up. He looks like sin wrapped in sex, black hair mussed and fallen over his forehead, tattoos creeping up his neck, up his face. He’s in clean black pants, and the vest he wears hugs his muscular figure.

Looking at him like this, bathed in the red light, it does something to my insides.

Voices quieten around us, and I feel eyes on me as I slowly step inside.

“My angel’s better, is she?” Ash drawls over the low hum of the room.

His voice is music to my ears, just a low rumble that hits me in my core. Paired with the dimple that I can see from here... ugh. I take a few more steps, nodding as I try my best not to limp.

His eyes narrow on me, anyway. I bite my lip. For once, I know what I want, and I’m taking it. He watches my expression like a hawk.

“Is there something we can help you with, Angel?” His voice is laced with a promise, and it already has my heart speeding up with excitement.

I nod again, slowly, as my lips curve into a smile. My nipples tighten under the tight singlet, as my core twists with need.

When the muscle feathers in his jaw, victory blooms within me. His eyes darken, his tongue flicking over his canine tooth.

“Then why the fuck are you not on your knees yet?” The words come out gravelly, and I have to bite my lip harder to stop from moaning.

Despite the throb in my thigh, I fall to my knees, my chest heaving with need. My gaze sticks to his as the hardwood bites into my knees.

“Devils!” Ash snaps. “My angel wants to play... So, play.”

It doesn’t take long before men advance on me. Griff stops in front of me, his enormous erection straining his pants so badly I can see the outline of the fat tip of his cock. Matt, Leon, and many more stand in a tight circle around me, the sound of buttons and zippers and belts coming undone winding me up tighter and tighter.

Ash remains leaning against the bar, sipping his drink slowly. Despite what’s happening around me, I can’t stop myself from finding him.

With shaking fingers, I reach for what I need, my palm wrapping around Griff’s cock. He groans a deep, gravelly thing, and before I know it, his pants are undone, and his proud length stretches towards me.

Pre-cum beads at his tip and my tongue darts out to catch it, my lips following in an instant, wrapping around his warm skin. Veins wrap around the generous length, and I have to wrap a hand around it to steady myself. My other hand finds his tree-trunk thigh.

When my eyes find his, his golden eyes bore into mine. Big hands wrap around my hair and fist the strands, as his hips flick forward, shoving himself over my tongue and into my throat.

Tears stream down my face as I gag, but he doesn’t stop. I don’t want him to. Digging my nails into his thigh, I spur him on. I want everything he has to give me. I need it.

A strong hand pulls mine away from Griff, and it’s immediately wrapped around another hard cock, warm saliva follows the sound of someone spitting onto my palm. I work them with my hand, squeezing tightly around whoever’s cock it is.