I stood by the window in my tower, overlooking the City of Nine in the gray fog.

Through the fog, I could make out the faint outline of the distant black tower the vampires occupied. The Dark Prince dwelled on the top floor, just as I did here.

I’d overheard Kaara telling Gabriel that Desdemona had been lusting after me from the moment he’d first seen me.

Kaara trusted and relied on Gabriel. The Archangel had risen in rank and bossed everyone around. He’d even tried that on me, using the excuse that he was in charge of the tower’s security.

Gabriel was born a pure alpha, and there was no way around it.

The day I’d beheaded the vampire messenger, he had chased me, demanding to know what was going on between me and Desdemona. No one in my tower dared challenge me, yet he kept coming to me for more.

The damned Angel had gotten the hang of seducing my dark magic. It now had less effect on him. A few times it only twirled around him like a pet, wanting his attention.

It was as if I’d lost my grip on my magic when it came to Gabriel. But I could still hurt him in other ways.

I had whipped around toward him. “Who gave you the right to ask?”

He’d blinked, surprised I would even challenge him back.

Kaara had briefed me about Angels conquering one galaxy after another. If that were the truth, why hadn’t they come to colonize this planet? But then who would want Pandemonium for anything other than a dumping ground?

I’d wisely tried my best to stay out of his way—which wasn’t exactly the Wickedest Witch’s style—unless he undermined my rule. He was careful with that as well. I’d broken up with Desdemona, so I needed this Archangel more than ever to fight my war.

The vampires hadn’t attacked, but they would soon. 

Though my memories were gone, my inherent knowledge and instinct stayed with me. 

I wasn’t fool enough to dismiss his military expertise. Under his command, my army had started preparing for the vampires’ invasion.

Kaara had begged me not to leave the tower with the threat of war hanging over our heads. I was at my strongest inside my tower, where my magic was heavily rigged.

When I had sparred with Gabriel on the training field, I’d been surprised at my own fighting skills and pleased that I wouldn’t have to completely rely on my magic.

On this alien land, my magic drained fast. I had no native soil to draw my strength from. Pandemonium loaned me energy if I kept pounding on it, but borrowing it was different from owning it.

Darkness caressed me at the thought, offering me an assertion as to how powerful I had been in my own land, craving to return to our home planet. Why would my magic and I long to go home so badly? Hadn’t my home people cast me onto this horrible place? And what had I done to deserve such harsh exile? How had I earned the title of the Wickedest Witch in the universe? Even the worst criminals feared me. Even Akem’s monsters left me alone if I did not provoke them. And the Dark Prince desired my wicked blood.

Were there more powerful witches on my former planet? Had they combined forces to drive out the most dominant one among them? Why not just kill me and be done with me instead of leaving an opening for me to return for vengeance?

Of course, they knew there was no damn chance of getting off this planet. The ships fell, but they would never take off. But if I couldn’t leave, why had they erased my memories and rewired my brain to stop me from forming new ones?

I’d had my first flashback when I’d looked into Gabriel’s green eyes.

I glanced at the symbol of the black wings on my skin. Maybe Kaara had been right when she said the Angel’s ship would get us home. She’d said “us” to include her, and the language she’d used sounded like home. No one else could understand her tongue except for me. But then, no one could understand the Angel’s tongue, except me.

“Killing him will kill your own future,” Kaara had pleaded. 

What else did she know?

A pair of black wings swung in the dark, darker than midnight. And the wind carried them.

Gabriel was climbing up my tower toward my chamber.

My heart pounded, my pulse raced, and lust showered over me.

The flesh between my thighs pumped with need. 

A vibrant delight had coursed in my blood when he had trapped me in his arms from behind on the training field. I had wanted him right there. Hours had passed and I still remembered the feel of pressing against his solid, warm chest. His huge erection had pricked into my back. It was a pity I wouldn’t remember the feel in the morning.

With the speed Gabriel possessed, I knew he would reach my chamber in a few seconds.

Once his wings healed, he would fly up here. If I could remember a healing rune or spell, and if he could put me in a good mood and serve me well, I’d cure his broken wings.

I ducked behind the curtain just as Gabriel appeared on the windowsill.

He slid in.

My ice spear materialized and I drove it toward him. I didn’t want to pierce him, but I wanted to scare him.

His strong hand lashed out faster than I’d expected, grabbed my wrist, and pushed the spear away from his face.

He regarded me with a sly smile on his face. “That’s how you welcome your lover? I hope it isn’t a habit.” 

“Who said you’re my lover?”

“Call me whatever you want,” he said, sliding his hands down to cup my breasts. 

My spear vanished into the mist, and I arched my back as his sizzling heat washed over me.

He pulled me against him, his hand sneaking around my waist, and crashed his mouth on mine, his tongue darting out to lick my lips. 

Without any difficulty, he swept me off my feet and carried me to my bed.

He threw me down on the bed and I bounced from the impact, my breath leaving me in a sigh. I didn’t require tenderness.

His green eyes were the color of dark forest in the dim light and heavy with lust. His intense sexual need made him appear savage and it spurred the liquid heat to pool between my thighs.

My nipples tightened and my breast grew heavy as I watched him drop his blade at the foot of the bed and strip off his clothing.

I took him in, from the tattoo twirling down his neck and chest, to the hard ridges on his abdomen, down to his strong, muscled legs, before drifting back up to the erection straining against his briefs, the outline of it telling me it was quite a formidable specimen.

I swallowed. I wanted to pull out his cock and stroke it, lay my lips on it, and swirl my tongue over it, but I restrained myself, waiting for him to make the first move.

I always waited for others to move before I struck.

I had to be cautious.

“Undress, witch, unless you want me to rip your gown off your body,” he said hoarsely as he shoved his briefs down to the ground, his hard length springing out.

I slipped one strap of my gown off my shoulder, teasing him as I lowered my gown enticingly down my body, revealing inch after inch of my skin.

The night air brushed over the swell of my breasts as the material skimmed over them, and I tugged my gown down until it only covered my mound.

Gabriel watched every movement, his chest heaving when I stilled my hand on my pussy.

He growled and I allowed a teasing smile to play on my lips at his impatience, then shimmied the material down my legs, leaving my body naked under his gaze.

Gabriel grabbed my hips with one hand and rolled me over, his other hand gathering two pillows and positioning them under my belly.

My slick mound shivered in need.

He trailed his hand over my back and down my ass, sliding his finger through the slick wetness I bared to him. His knee urged my legs open and I obeyed. Had I been this submissive before? Had his dominance made me hotter and wetter? 

His large hand rubbed my sex back and forth, his finger barely slipping into my heated channel before moving to circle my clit. The sensation blurred my mind and I raised my hips, anticipating the invasion and the deliciousness of the first thrust.

The crown of his cock nudged at my moist entrance, then it glided in, one inch, then two inches, smoothly, then slid all the way in. I gasped at its heaviness and hardness. It filled me completely, leaving no room for anything else.

With his hands gripping my hips, Gabriel started to thrust, hard, fast, unrelenting. He wasn’t making love to me. He was fucking me. His hand left my hip and snaked around my body, pinching my nipple, cupping the weight of my breast; his teeth grazed the column of my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine. 

“Is this how you want me to fuck you, witch?” he asked. “I can fuck you like this the whole night.”

In answer, I lifted my hips and pushed back toward him, meeting every beat of his thrusts.

Every merciless thrust stoked the flame higher in my veins.

Pleasure rippled through my core. It had no beginning and no end.

Had it always been like that?

With another hard thrust, he slammed deeply into my center. Then another thrust, equally hard. I was drowning in the dark lust.

He withdrew, but before I felt the empty ache, he drove back in, claiming every inch of space and evoking the wild feline in me.

My breasts bounced against my chest, his left hand trying to anchor me against the speed of his thrusting. A loud moan escaped me, and I buried my head into the bed to muffle my screams of pleasure.

The Angel species was strong. No wonder Kaara had told me they were the conquerors in the universe. Had I ever fucked any of his kind before I’d been thrown here?

If not, why did I have Angel wings etched on my skin?

Gabriel pounded fervently between my thighs, his front rubbing against my ass. Every deep thrust hit my center. His weight was comforting and delicious.

He wanted all of me. 

But if he thought he was conquering me, he was mistaken. I only let him think it so he could give me pleasure, every wave higher than the previous one; so he could cast out all the angst in me, at least for the moment.

He groaned from his own pleasure.

He shortened his thrusts, lazily filling me with his cock.

Had he fucked me like this last time? Tomorrow, I wouldn’t remember the bone-shattering pleasure.

His cock plunged into me again and again. He poured his lust into me, never slowing down.

Kaara had acquired a mate lately. Did the wolf king fuck her like this every night in the suite beneath mine? Were they fucking right now?

“Is this to your liking, witch?” Gabriel asked me hoarsely. 

I lifted my hips and rammed back into him in answer. 

His arm left my breast and he gripped my hips again, driving into me with abandon.

I pulled away from him before he could slam into me, severing our joining. I turned around and regarded the fierce look he was giving me.

“Witch,” he hissed, “stop taunting me.”

Thick, dark lust gave his green eyes a completely savage look.

I pushed him down onto the bed and straddled him, his cock jutting against my belly, its hard veins pressing against my clit.

I dipped my gaze to his proud cock. It was silky, beautiful, and hard as rock. It jerked forward in need and demand. Must his cock act as an alpha?

I raised my hips and slid down him, filling my slick channel until our skin met.

Gabriel gasped, his lustful eyes glinting like the stars.

He’d come from the stars far away and fallen, hadn’t he? 

I moved my hips up and down along his large, hard length, faster and faster, slamming down to the base, swallowing every inch.

Gabriel let out a string of ancient angelic words. He bucked his hips up to meet my merciless plunges. I pressed a hand on his hard chest, and he grabbed my bouncing breasts.

I rocked on top of him, twisting around the tip of his shaft and letting it rub on my sensitive spots.

It was as if my body remembered something, finally, and that pleased me to no end.

How I enjoyed riding males like a dark storm!

I heaved my hips, my folds teasing his crown before I crashed down inch by inch and swayed on his length. The need to come became priority and I abandoned all my finesse. I sank down to his base in rapid plunges.

I could do what he did with the same blinding speed.

Gabriel’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his foul mouth cursing, and a beastly growl tore from his chest.

Liquid heat exploded in me. I convulsed and collapsed on Gabriel, my teeth sinking into his hard shoulder to muffle my scream of pleasure.

My body trembled as waves of my climax rolled over me.

Gabriel thrust wildly through my orgasm.

And he found his own release, his seed jetting deep inside me.

He groaned erotically and with great satisfaction, his hands grabbing my buttocks.

I raised my head from his neck as the waves faded and gazed down at him. He peeked back at me, his eyes brighter than the stars. How could I remember stars if there were never any shining in the sky on Pandemonium?

Gabriel gazed at me as if he’d found the wonder in a forgotten world.

Had any male ever looked at me the way he did? 

But I knew better than to seek an answer. All this was but the afterglow of wild sex. I might have had greater experiences than this before I’d been thrown down here. 

I tore my gaze away from him, so I wouldn’t fall into the dazzling depth of his eyes. Only a foolish girl would grow attached to a male when she didn’t even know her real name, when she had to fight every day just to continue breathing.

After he left, I would use my magic to record my breakup with the Dark Prince, the imminent war with his vampires, and sex with Gabriel.

I would need to space them carefully since I didn’t have enough skin to spare.

If I were smarter, I wouldn’t have fucked anyone in the first place. But my blood boiled for this winged male. I would wither if I didn’t ride this Angel or let him ride me.

But I had to keep this purely physical.

I rolled off him.

Just when I was about to thank him and dismiss him, Gabriel leaped off the bed.

“Thank you,” he said with a grin. “This was fun, Lady Fiammetta, but I have to go now since I have more important matters to tend to.”

He rushed to pick up his clothing and hauled it on as if he couldn’t wait to get out of here.

Had he been this rude the last time he’d been here?

Anger seeped into me. But if I scolded him, I would be perceived as needy and clingy. I was ready to be rid of him anyway. But when he was so eager to discard me right after sex, it set my teeth on edge. 

“You’ll have to leave the way you came, Angel!” I said.

“I know my way up and down,” he said, his stupid, wolfish grin lingering on his sensual lips. 

I wanted to pick up my slipper and throw it at his face to wipe the smugness and satisfaction off his face.

He put on his trench coat, secured his sword on his back, and sauntered toward the open window. He even whistled a warrior song.

The Angel didn’t bother to glance back at me.

Like a lithe leopard, he leaped onto the windowsill. Then he jumped, his massive wings spreading, and disappeared into the night like a dream.

I stared at the window where he had vanished, sizzling in anger. 

I was the Wickedest Witch who had the coldest heart. My lust for that despicable male would fade in no time. I decided not to waste half an inch of my skin to record anything about that creature.

And I refused to dwell on my thoughts about him as I tossed and turned in the long night, dreading that sleep would not come and dreading even more that it would come and wipe off everything in my mind.