Fall into Darkness

by Skyler Andra

  “I don’t mind sharing you, if that’s what you want.” My voice was thick and hoarse with lust.

  Did she know what the fuck she was doing to me? I couldn’t think of anything other than doing dirty things to her. If she said no, we’d have to leave and go back to my apartment. God, I was so hard. If I didn’t have her, I was going to burst.

  She bit her lip. “I’m not sure if this is what I want or if this is what the darkness inside me wants.”

  I swallowed hard the pressed my fingertips to the dark mark on her chest, just over the spot where her grace sat beneath her ribs. “Did Luc hurt you?”

  She nodded, holding her lip between her teeth. Fuck—it was sexy as hell.

  “Only your heart knows what you want.” My fingers circled the spot. Her skin glowed a faint rose gold, the color of her grace. She moaned at my touch, closing her eyes. I kept it up, not to entice or coerce her, but simply because I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted to touch her over and over.

  After some moments, she took a shuddering breath. Her eyes peeled open slowly when I stopped, she looked up at me with eyes hooded by desire. She placed my hand over her heart. The skin sparked red and pink, the color of our graces.

  Smiling she said, “It wants you.”

  Her body was so fucking close that I was assaulted by her scent. The smell of her hair. The scent of her arousal.

  “If you say yes, I’m not going to be able to stop.”

  “I don’t want you to,” she said, her voice firm with determination.

  No stopping now. I kissed her. Hard. I pulled her against me once more, my hands roaming her body. Her legs were smooth. Her ass perfect. I pushed my fingers under the hem of her shirt and drew circles on her skin. Cradling her to me, I carried her out of the park, walking a couple of blocks to a back alley with parked cars. I deposited her ass on a blue Toyota. She straddled me and reached for my crotch, putting her hand on my dick. Only the material of my jeans separated her skin from mine. I sucked in my breath.

  “You’re so hard,” she murmured, her lips still on mine.

  I groaned in response and reached for her tits. I ran my hand over them, cupping one and pinching a nipple through the fabric. She moaned in response arching her back. By now her top was saturated.

  Fuck, I wasn’t going to be able to control myself for long.

  Jophiel held my gaze as she unzipped my pants. She reached inside and wrapped her fingers around my cock. I groaned as she pulled it out and slid her hand up and down my shaft. Fuck, for someone new to this world, she sure knew what she was doing. I was just about going wild with lust, and she was only making things worse.

  Hands buzzing, I tugged down her jacket to expose her shoulders, then yanked one side of her dress and bra aside. With her breast exposed, so perfect and pink, I dipped my head and took one of her hard nipples into my mouth. She moaned again, the sound accompanied by rumbles overhead.

  Her hands were in my hair, her body writhing against mine. I pressed my cock against her thigh and ground my hips. My hungry hands lifted her dress. She shivered as I began to stroke her wet pussy. I breathed in deeply, taking in her scent and reveling in it. She gasped and cried out as I slid up and down her slit, flicking my finger over her clit. She squirmed against my hand. So wet. And all for me.

  Slowly, I slid two fingers into her. She moaned as another crash of thunder filled the air. I started pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy, making her writhe against them as she pulled at my hair. I worked her into motion, fast and then slow, alternating between one finger and two. She cried out every time I used two, letting me know that she liked it thicker. Well, I had a surprise for her. I wasn’t joking when I said that tomato juice gave you a bigger cock.

  She came without reservation, her body shuddering, her breathing quickening. Her thighs tightened around my hips.

  When she came down from her orgasm, she panted, “Let me return the favor.” She was demanding. I liked it.

  Yes, please. I nodded, unsure how much more I could take of this. No more waiting.

  The corner of her mouth curled up into a smile. Her eyes slid over my body, down to my cock. Judging by the hunger on her face, she liked what she saw, and I was a big boy. Bigger than the others by the bulge in my jeans. But who was bragging? Wink wink.

  She didn’t let me wait for it, she jumped off the hood, pushing me against it. “Sit on it,” she instructed and I did.

  Her hand brushed underwear to one side. She climbed on top of the hood, then over me, positioning herself on my cock, lowering onto me. I groaned low and long. She breathed out as she slid up my length again. Her pussy was so fucking tight, my dick practically split her open as it glided into her slick wetness. She moaned when I was fully buried inside her, stretching her.

  “God, you feel good,” I whispered.

  She answered with a whimper.

  With my cock deep inside of her, she moved around a little to get comfortable before pumping up and down on me. My hands were on her hips, helping her as she guided my dick in and out of her. We moved together as one. She moaned in rhythm with my fucking, as I bucked my hips faster and faster.

  Jophiel wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper as I drove into her. Her nails bit into my shoulders, and she gasped loud in my ear. My cock stretched her to the point of hurting her. I read it in her grace. The sparks of pain and pleasure. She enjoyed every moment.

  I pushed my hand into her hair and closed my fist, she moaned as I tugged lightly at her then tipped her face up as I dove into her neck. With complete abandon, I kissed, licked, and nibbled the skin while I fucked her. I took what I wanted, having my way with her. And she seemed to love it as much as I did.

  Pretty soon she orgasmed again, moaning in my ear. Her pussy clamped down on my cock, squeezing me, pushing me so fucking close to the edge that I nearly came. But I wanted more. I wasn’t ready to finish yet.

  Hands on my chest, she leaned back as her eyes closed. Her lips parted. Fuck, she was going for her third orgasm.

  She started grinding me harder and faster, I swear to God the sight of her tits jiggling and her face riddled with ecstasy nearly made me come. But I bit it back. I was going to enjoy this for a while.

  Her fingers dug into my shoulders and she closed her eyes when she neared another orgasm. Her body trembled, her pussy tightening up again as she got closer and closer to another convulsion of pleasure. But I wanted to be in on it this time. So, when she leaned forward with her ass lifting and her body shuddering in that third spam of pleasure, I grabbed her and held her up enough to pump into her. I fucked her hard and fast, she whimpered into my ear as she came again.

  “Yeah, that’s right,” I grunted.

  This time I was right there with her. My dick jerked as I released, her body milking me until there was nothing left but satisfaction. I stopped moving, my hands slipping to her thighs, as she collapsed on top of me. Our chests rose and fell together as we our breath raced. My heart hammered against my chest and my body hummed with sexual pleasure. Ecstasy coursing through my veins.

  “That was fucking incredible,” I said.

  She moaned. Not at her pleasure but at my words. Well, I wasn’t sorry about my cussing. I wasn’t sorry about anything. No regrets was my motto.

  “We should get back,” she breathed into my ear.

  I nodded without a word. I would have loved nothing more than to stay like this in the rain. To continue cuddling her, kissing her, tracing her body with my fingertips, listen to her breath become deep and rhythmic. But she was right.

  She climbed off me while pulling her dress down. She lifted her bra and dress back over her shoulder. Instantly, I missed the sight of her milky breast.

  I tucked myself back into my jeans as I stood.

  Before we left, she kissed me one last time on the lips. It wasn’t a chaste kiss by any means—her tongue slid over my lips. I kissed her deeply, my hand in her hair once again.

  When we broke the kiss, s
he whispered, “Ready?”

  Hell no, my cock still throbbed in the aftermath but what the fuck. We were soaked and she shivered from the cold.

  I threw my arm over her shoulder. “Let’s get you dry, beautiful.”

  20

  Michael

  A fire truck, ambulance, and police vehicle intercepted our retreat, screeching to a halt right in front of us. Six firemen piled out of the truck. Five busied themselves with unraveling the hoses before dragging them backward. One of the cops radioed back to the station, the radio crackling from inside the vehicle. The other, a short and round woman, stepped out of the vehicle. Paramedics prepared a stretcher at the rear of their van.

  “We are so fucked,” Zak whispered.

  Great. Just what we needed. If we went around the other way it just cemented us as guilty escapees.

  “Stay cool,” I replied, attempting to drag him past the police vehicle just as the male officer opened her door, blocking us between the ambulance and police vehicle.

  The female was a small thing—fast and nimble like a fox. Officer Pittman, her badge read. Her comrade, Officer Nankovic, looked like a stereotypical cop. He was tall, had a big beer belly, and kept his hands on his belt.

  “You call in the emergency?” Officer Pittman asked, hey eyes hinting at a Chinese decent, her nose thin.

  “No, ma’am,” I lied, so believingly I almost sounded like Zak.

  Her gaze honed in on the upturned trailer. “What happened here, sir?” She pulled out a small notepad and pen to record the details.

  Dammit. We were being interviewed. I didn’t want to be caught here and act as a witness. But it served me right for calling the emergency services.

  “No idea.” I shrugged. “We were just told to offload the cargo.”

  “What’s your name, sir?” the officer asked with narrowed eyes. “You don’t look like delivery men.”

  Clever and keen. Not a good combination when we wanted out of here. I glanced around, scanning for Luc, my heart pounding. Any minute he’d show up and catch wind of the cops sniffing around his venture and that I was responsible for bringing them here.

  “Where’s the fire?” The fire captain asked. He was a beanpole of a thing wearing a yellow coat, black boots, and hat.

  Thank fuck. “That truck over there is smoking,” I said, sweating a little, trying to get them off our tail.

  “Paramedics, this man is injured!” The fire captain shouted.

  A paramedic rushed over to treat Zak, but he growled, “I’m fine.”

  “Let me be the judge of that, sir,” the paramedic argued.

  Zak sighed, wandering over to the back of the ambulance to sit down while he got examined.

  The fire captain’s dark brown eyes sized us up. “Is anyone else injured?”

  “I pulled my coworker out of the truck.” I tilted my head at Zak and jabbed a thumb over my shoulder at the smoldering truck Luc had blasted. “No idea about anyone else.”

  By now the lie didn’t even sting my chest like it had earlier. I’d done it so often. And all to save our asses so we could blend in.

  The fire captain jerked his head at his men and they rushed over to the trailer, two of them dragging hoses.

  I glanced over my shoulder.

  One paramedic recorded notes while the other cleaned and patched up Zak’s wounds. His injuries didn’t heal as fast as ours. Just another side effect of the amount of darkness infecting him.

  One of the firefighters cautiously advanced to the truck door and inspected the interior.

  “No obvious fire, Captain!” he shouted.

  “Take a look inside,” the Captain called back.

  The fireman touched the door with his gloves, running his fingers along the black soot, which didn’t wipe off like regular char.

  “The shell’s not even hot, Captain!” he yelled. “But something burned it.”

  Fuuuck. I shifted my hip. We better not be arrested for reporting a false emergency or held for interrogation. If Luc caught us, world war three would break out with plenty of witnesses and innocent victims caught in the crossfire.

  “Can you us tell the sequence of events, sir?” Officer Pittman commenced her interrogation again, while the fire captain left to investigate.

  “Look,” I started, my voice firm. “My friend and I were told to collect the food boxes being delivered and take them to the kitchen. My buddy got inside to collect some boxes and pass them to me to load on a trolley. That’s when the truck was unexplainably set alight, lifted into the air, and overturned. Damn near killed my buddy.”

  “He’s damn lucky.” She scribbled more notes. Not content with those answers, she continued her line of questioning, with her stern and watchful gaze on me. “Were there any noises? Any explosions? What could have tipped the truck over?”

  “I heard a loud noise,” I admitted. “Deafened me for a few seconds. Hurt like hell.”

  I had to shut this down and get her out of our hair.

  “Ma’am, when I went inside to rescue my buddy, I found something in there that you might want to check out.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “What’s that, sir?”

  “Cocaine,” I admitted. “Ecstasy. Bags of it.”

  She turned to her partner and ordered, “Check it out. It’s a suspected building fire and drug haul.”

  Officer Nankovic frowned and muttered, “For God’s sake. I was hoping to go home early tonight and see my kids. Not anymore,” as he wandered inside the truck’s cargo area.

  The fire captain returned, shaking his head. “There’s no evidence of a fire here,” he told Officer Pittman. “Something’s burned the shell, but we can’t tell what without testing.”

  She jotted that down.

  My mouth went dry. Desperation pumped through me.

  A couple of minutes later the second police officer returned carrying several bags of drugs.

  “Call it in!” he shouted to Officer Pittman.

  She stepped backward to make the call on the portable radio she carried on her body. “This is officer Pittman reporting a 501 at the Sterling City Stadium. Request for backup.”

  “What is the meaning of all this, officers?” a smarmy voice called out.

  I looked up, right into the cold dead eyes of my fallen brother. His mouth twitched with irritation. I could tell he wanted to blast Zak and I to Hell and back but couldn’t with witnesses. Then again, maybe he could. From what I could tell, he preferred hiding in the shadows like the cockroach he was, ordering his rats to do his bidding.

  Behind him, the two rats from earlier stood rooted to the spot, their eyes wide, lips thin in sneers.

  The firefighters pulled one aside to interview about the explosion.

  Body tense, I moved to Zak’s side to protect him, grabbing his jacket in case we needed to haul ass. I weighed the level of danger of the situation. With my grace I could teleport Zak and I the fuck out of here, leaving a trace for Luc to follow. Not to mention at the added expense of raising suspicions with the officers. The last thing we needed were our faces planted all over the news when we managed to operate in the shadows for so long. Carefully, I crafted a plan of attack considering the greater good and our mission, whilst also avoiding death.

  Zak jerked against my grip as if he wanted to get free. My hold on his jacket tightened, keeping him in place.

  With each of Luc’s steps toward the officers, Zak slumped against me. The call of darkness in his grace was becoming too much for him to bear. He coughed, hunching over, his body spasming to expel the foul murk caught in his grace. The blast had weakened him. He was in no shape to take on Luc. Neither was I however, especially in a one on one. My gut twisted at the thought of being a coward and retreating. But I had to think beyond my own hide for once. The concert goers, the world, and what Luc had planned for them was still at stake. If Zak and I perished, the humans were doomed.

  At that, an adrenaline rush hit me like nothing I ever experienced before. I dragged Zak ba
ckward, slamming a hand on his back to help him clear the congestion of dark energy in his chest. If we got too close to Luc we were as good as gone.

  “You in charge here, sir?” the officer asked Luc, tucking the notepad in her back pocket, her hand pausing over her gun.

  “Yes,” Luc answered, his expression feigning innocence despite his inability to conceal a twitch betraying his guilt. “I’m the financier. I’ve invested significant money in a music festival at this location, planned for two day’s time. What is the problem, officers?”

  Officer Pittman wasn’t giving him an inch. “This your delivery?”

  Luc tugged at the sleeves of his blazer. “It’s food for the event being hosted here.”

  “Can you explain the delivery of drugs?” Officer Nankovic lifted the bags.

  Got you now motherfucker.

  I held back a smile. No use in goading the dick. He already hurt Zak with his blast of darkness. A second more powerful hit might destroy us.

  Luc adjusted his tie as if it was choking him. “No, I can’t. Obviously someone has tried to sneak them in.”

  “If you’re in charge here,” Officer Pittman began, her hand sliding to the cuffs clipped to the back of her belt, “then I’m afraid you’re under arrest, sir.”

  She unhooked the cuffs and crossed over to Luc. When she grabbed his wrist, he jerked away.

  “What is the meaning of this?” he snarled. “I want to call my lawyers.”

  Typical brat. Never took responsibility. I doubt he ever would, even at his last breath.

  Zak let out a little chuckle under his breath.

  “Not until we get to the station, sir.” The officer clamped a cuff on him and spun him around. He could have easily overpowered her, but for some reason he didn’t resist.

  Just what was his game? Cooperation wasn’t his style when he could infect her with darkness and sneak away as if nothing ever happened. My suspicion radar peaked.