Page 18 of Dark Captivation

Everything was absolutely perfect, and if Malek’s proud grin was anything to go by, he thought so too.

“My servants really outdid themselves with the spread. I just know you’re going to love this.” Malek rested himself in a free spot on the blanket, sprawling his long legs wide. I sat on his left, near the curries. Malek poured us both a glass of strawberry brandy. He handed me one of the glasses and began sipping his.

“What would you like to try first?” A seductive flame twinkled in his eyes as he leaned in closer to me.

“Hmm, how about the sandwiches.” I picked up a cucumber sandwich, put it on a plate and took a bite, washing it down with the brandy. His spiced cologne caressed my nose, and when I glanced his way again, he was mere inches from me.

He had the pearliest, whitest smile I’d ever seen. His soulful, dark eyes a hypnotic contrast that drew me in so deeply I lost myself in them.

“Now, onto my questions.” I rested the brandy down and wiped my lips.

His face straightened, his wide shoulders falling. “So soon? We’ve only just started eating. And I’m still so hungry, very hungry.” Seduction seasoned his words as his eyes sauntered along my neck.

Downing the remainder of his drink, Malek left the glass beside him and tilted his enormous body my way.

Hanging over me like an umbrella, his hungry eyes prowled along my neckline. His scent invaded my nose, electrifying my sensitive flesh. Pricks of warm sensation shot down my back curling my spine into a ‘C’.

Just getting so close to this man roused something inside me. A dark longing I was afraid to admit was even there. He was so large, I felt like a rabbit thrown into a cage with a ravenous lion. So why did the danger that diffused from him like smoke, turn me on so much?

“More gravy?” he breathed, reaching for the gravy ladle and drizzling the roasted pork on my plate. But by the way his eyes lingered on mine, that wasn’t the only thing he wanted wet.

“So, what was life like before you came to Earth? You know, aside from the seas of lava, pitch forks, and the like.”

“You want to know about the underworld?” His arm lurched closer as he rested one of his palms on the blanket by my left hip.

I put my plate down and he drew his impossibly handsome face right up to mine. I thought he meant to kiss me, but he stopped just short. Every move he made was perfectly calculated to do one thing. Draw my attention to his unearthly good looks, one seductive move at a time.

“There are many more pleasurable things we could talk about first. I wouldn’t want to bore you with stories of lava rocks and tales of the sulfurous mundane.” His voice, as lyrical as a harp, contained the promise of incredible sex floated on his sweet words.

Everything about him, from the way his dark eyes now pierced mine to the mesmerizing tone of his voice made me want more of him. Want to see more, hear more and feel more. Every new interaction with Malek fanned the flame of desire for… more.

Gently, he took the plate from me and rested it on the blanket. Dipping his head, he planted his nose and lips into the curve of my neck. Hot desire pooled between my legs, supercharging my nerve endings with his dark power of persuasion.

My breath caught as he sucked my neck. My pussy spasmed with need, as though she were caught off guard by his sudden touch and the resulting stimulation.

“Delicious, your scent is so delicious, Sunny. I can’t believe my mark still remains after all these years.” Malek murmured, breaking my lusty daze.

“What mark?” I took a fist-ful of his long black hair and pulled his head back, careful not to yank too hard.

One of his eyes fell shut as he eyed me with amusement.

“I imprinted you with my scent years ago.” He gently shook his head from side to side, loosening my grip on his long hair. “I did it so predators would be too scared to go near you.”

“Based on the fact that I was kidnapped by demi-gods a few weeks ago, and by demons yesterday, it’s safe to say it didn’t work. But…” I released his hair and pressed the tips of my fingers to my lower lip. “This would explain why my scent isn’t like other wolves. This might be why the Prometheus pack thought I was high born. It was your scent.”

“You’re welcome?” He said as if unsure about whether he had helped me or not.

“No, not you're welcome. Being high born was more of a curse than a blessing. I was nearly married off to a murderous lughead of an alpha because of this scent.” I clapped an open palm to the center of my chest and Malek shimmied back an inch, dragging his knuckles across his forehead.

“Sunny,” he exhaled a chest full. “I know you have suffered terribly while you’ve been away. Though I wasn’t there, I saw your nightmares and wished I could have reached you sooner. Night after night I only dreamed of finding you and ending your suffering.” His eyes reflected a mix of emotion, pity, remorse and some I didn’t recognize.

He palmed my left cheek, smoothing his face over my right cheek in a show of affection. My nipples hardened, a wild throbbing laying siege between my legs.

I pulled away, knowing I needed to slow things down before I lost myself to the moment and undid his zipper. “Okay, fine. I forgive you.” I fanned my hand up and down, widening the tiny space between us. “Now cool down, Casanova.” I pointed to the heart shaped tattoo on my shoulder. “Don’t think you can just seduce your way to filling this thing. I’m a tougher cookie than I look.”

“Oh, I don’t need to touch you to steal your heart, but I will if necessary.” He said in a breathy, amused tone. Something dark flickered in his eyes, something that stoked my hunger like nothing ever had.

Malek was too tempting, with a touch too sweet to easily resist. My body begged me not to push him away, and it took all my will power to quell my pussy’s ache. But that was all the more reason for me to resist him. I didn’t want to give him any more control than he already had.

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