Page 14 of A Dawn So Dark

Iwas possessed. My lust had taken control of me yet again and here I sat, begging these two achingly beautiful men-Vampires- to consume me. Whatever I had started in the woods, hells, at dinner, had unleashed a deep burning desire to let these men do whatever they wanted to me. The discarded hearts on the floor behind Arden left my pulse elevated, as if my body was elated at the concept that this man had killed for me. He had gone out into the dark of night and slaughtered for meas if it were pure instinct.

Now both the King and General kneeled at my bedside. An offering, a display of devotion I had never experienced. I had given myself to them in the woods, laid my trust in them. Now they offered themselves to me wholly and completely. My demand hung in the air. Desire hung thick in the air between us, mere feet of air felt like oceans of need and desperation. My skin was on fire, heat flushing every inch of my body. A tight sensation tugged at my chest, guiding me towards themen at my feet like a beacon of light amidst the dark. The small fire that always seemed to blaze in the hearth of my chambers illuminated their heated expressions.

Heat pools in my stomach, their eyes gleaming red as they take me in. It’s Ardens hand that finds me first, his coarse grip pulling my ankle so I was forced to the edge of the bed. His grip remains firm on my ankle, warmth radiating from where our skin met in a blaze. His touch lingered on the scars lining my ankle, the skin distorted from the chains that had torn at my flesh for years. Bending to press a soft kiss to the scars, eyes raw with an emotion I couldn't decipher. With his other hand he produced a dagger from his belt, surely one of many weapons hidden on his person. He lets it fall flat in his palm, offering it to Daemon. My pulse flutters beneath Ardens hold. I squirmed, the pressure building in my core growing increasingly unbearable. Their grinswere sinister, they knew the effect they had on me. Daemon lifts the blade from Ardens palm, his fingers grazing the General's skin slowly, his gaze never once leaving me. Ardens throat bobs at the contact, leaving me even more flushed than I had been.

Daemon pulls my attention, the blade glinting in the firelight. In one swift movement, he cuts my dress from the apex of my breasts to the hem of my skirts. The material falls limp over my shoulders, baring me to them. I move to cover my breasts but Daemon's growl of disapproval stops me in my tracks. Ardens hand slides up my ankle to my knee, flames of desire licking up my skin in the wake of his calloused touch.

Princesses were supposed to remain pure, stay perfect and untouched. Every Camelotian custom, ridiculous lesson, and ill word I had ever heard in the grand scheme to keep me submissive to the throne left me. I was choosing myself. These men wantedme. A King and General on their kneesfor me. My heart aches as I watch them communicate their plans for me in silence. A tugging sensation that seems to have found a home in my chest tries to claw free. Daemon slowly moves to his feet, his movements predatory. Arden follows in suit, his hand leaving my knee, both moving to tower over me.

I slide back on the bed, my dress falling to the floor in forgotten shreds. My eyes trail them as theyround the bed, eyes locked on my bare form. The desire to stand up and run fades as Arden undoes the ties holding his leathers to his chest, a smirk finding his lips as he watches my cheeks turn pink. He pulls the material over his head, revealing his broad shoulders and expansive chest. My mouth waters as I look lower to where his trousers are unlaced and his manhood strains against the fabric. Daemon follows his lead, stripping himself free of his top. I remember how he looked covered in blood in the training yard, his eyes wild instead of the restrained man I had seen thus far. The same wild look lit his face as his steely gaze consumed me.

Nerves overtook me as their knees met the edge of the bed, ready to strike. “I haven't done this before.” I panic, realizing that these men were a thousand years old and were likely not lacking in experience with women and I had been locked in a tower for what little life I had lived. Daemon pulls me by my ankle towards them, Arden following in suit. “We are at your mercy, Aurora.”

I had made such a great effort to avoid these men, choked down my attraction and fought them at every turn. Literally fought, most days. Fear and anticipation flood my system as I gaze up at them. This was not what the Princess of Camelot was supposed to do. I was supposed to be prim, proper, and above all, obedient to the crown. Here I was, two Vampires on bended knee for my affection. I was either very brave or very fucking stupid.

“Fuck it.” I hummed, I was abit of both.

Chapter 24

Aurora Artorias

Their eyes heat in unison, the charcoal gray and ocean blue shifting crimson as I rose to my knees on the cotton bedding. Their molten gaze melts away any inhibitions or insecurity, confidence and flaming desire taking the lead. I had no clue what I was doing, or what was going to happen. I only knew I wanted these men to consume me, wholly.

“Aurora,” Daemon's growl is threatening, filled with promises. “There is no going back after this. You will be ours,eternally.” The promise hangs thick in the air, a challenge to be met. A languid smile falls across my lips as I slide off the bed, knowing that they were both hanging on by a thread. One move and they would snap. Tonight, I had been their prey. But now, as I moved towards the shattered door, completely naked, I was the hunter. The power was intoxicating. I held them in the palm of my hand. “You're at my mercy, hmn?” I hum as I toe around the forgotten shards that had once been my door before stepping over into the hall. “So Ican torture you both for toying with me all this time?” My tone is teasing as I step into the corridor, the cold stone biting into my bare feet, the cool air pebbling my nipples.

Arden cracks his neck, his dark chuckle caressing my skin “Don’t you take one more fucking step, Princess, you do not want us to chase you again.” His threat is all growl, the deep baritones striking my core. “Because wewillcatch you and we won't show the same mercy we did before.” I move my foot across the threshold, knowing whoever was in the hall keeping guard would meet a terrible fate were I to actually fully step out. They would stop me before then, of that I was confident. I pivot, ready to step into the hall. In the blink of an eye, Daemon is there, his monumental form crowding the threshold. “As I recall, Princess, I said we were at your mercy. I did not say you were in charge.” Fire thrums down my spine, heating my bare core at his words. His hand moves to cup my jaw, his thumb grazing my lips as glares down at me with molten desire.

“Turn to face the General.” His demand is firm, final. I do as he says, his hands pulling me flush against his bare chest, baring me to Arden who watches with raging desire. Blood still freely drips from his hands, the hands that had killed for meon more than one occasion. “See how pretty our Princess is, Ard? She was made for us.” Daemon's hands moved from my waist to cup my breasts, twisting my peaks between his thumb and forefinger. The movement elicits a gasp from me, leaning into his hold with desperate pants.

When I meet Ardens sharp gaze, I nearly fall apart. His steps forward are predatory, his eyes wild as he grips my chin, angling my gaze to meet his. He towers over me, him and Daemon crowding the space above me. My heart hums in satisfaction, giddy to have them both so close. “Made for us,” Arden growls in agreement, eyes fixated on my lips. His next words are an oath.

“Body and Blood.” Then his lips claim mine. He moved like lightning, pressing me firmly into Daemon's chest, his lips capturing mine in a fervent heat. I gasp in surprise, arching against Daemon as they caress me.Arden devours me, body and soul. He tastes like the wine from dinner, a metallic edge from the blood he had likely consumed, his touch bruising and claiming. Heat flares through me, a desire burning in my veins that leaves me desperate for their touch. A groan falls from his mouth as he breaks the kiss for a moment. “We are going to claim you, Aurora.” He reclaims my lips, his length pressing against my stomach as he grinds into me, intous. Each caress of his tongue has me desperate for more. “More.” I beg, panting between them, Daemon's hands wandering south. My legs nearly fall out from beneath me when his fingers meet the slick bundle of nerves that had grown more desperate with every passing moment. Pleasure floods my body as he circles before pressing down firmly. “I think she likes that, Daem.” Arden chuckles darkly as he presses another breathtaking kiss to my lips. Daemon moved, his lips trailing a path of kisses down my neck, moving in tandem with his fingers. I felt like I was going to melt into nothing. Pressure begins to build in my core as Daemon continues to press firm circles against my clit. Stars flood my vision and I cry out, Daemon grinding hisfirm member into my back as I ride the wave of euphoria that consumes me.

Arden pulls away, his step back causing me to nearly topple forward at his sudden absence. He points a shaking hand towards the bed, his bicep flexing as his blood covered fist clenches. “Get in that fucking bed, Princess. If I am not inside of you, fucking you like I wanted to that first day in the woods, in the next ten seconds I am going to need to kill a lot more than Strays.” Daemon gives me a small push towards the bed, giving my rear a playful smack. “Do as the General says, Princess. I want to watch him claim you.” Part of me wants to listen, to stride right over to the bed and learn exactly what Ardens plans had been for me all of this time. But the part of me that Arden always seemed to coax out, the violent, powerful, witty part of me wanted it to be exactly like the first day we had met. Flirting, fear, adrenaline.

I crossed my arms over my bare chest in challenge, naked hip jutted as I evaluated him “Since you have already killed Strays for me, did you want me to headbutt you before or after?” Ardens lips twist into asmirk, his eyes dark with lust. He surges forward and pulls me to the bed with him, his massive form crowding over me as I now lay across the bedding. I look down between the limited space between our bare chests and find that Arden is now completely naked, and gods above, that thing was going to kill me. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside me, I had no clue how he had been walking around with it in his slacks. “Eyes up here, Princess.” Arden wraps himself around me, his calloused hands finding my wrists before pulling them above my head to pin against the pillows. Holding my wrists with one hand, the gloriously naked man leans back, gripping the base of his cock to line up with my entrance. I force my eyes to his, the shine in his blue eyes sends a current of warmth straight to my heart. I nod, squeezing the hand he uses to hold mine. I was ready. I needed him,them. I feel Daemon watching from the bedside in apt awe.

The head of Ardens cock meets my weeping folds, his teeth gritting as if he was in pain as he surges forward. I wince in discomfort, the feeling foreign. “Aurora…” Ardens groan has the discomfort shiftinginto pleasure. He rarely called me by my name and hearing him say it so reverently, with so much emotion, made me desperate for him. I needed him. “Arden…” His name is a plea on my tongue, a cry of desperation. His hips press forward, stretching me, filling me until he bottoms out. Stars flit across my vision, pleasure wracking my body. Ardens forehead meets mine, his lips clashing against mine as he withdrawals achingly slow. I cry out, missing the contact, only for him to slam back into me with so much force that the bed rattles.

My back arches off the bed as he fills me again and again, his groans clouding my mind. An intense heat ignites in my chest, a craving so intense that I feel like I am losing control. “Arden, more.” I pant between bruising kisses. “I need more.” He releases my hands and flips us, our bodies remaining joined. I now lay atop of him, hands splayed against his bare chest, his hands cupping my ass, kneading the flesh. “Take more, take all you need.” His white hair falls across his forehead, sweat and blood lacing the strands. I push my fingers through his hair, eyes tracing the blood that still coated him “You enjoy killing for me?” I hum, rocking forwardand watching in awe as he bites his lip as a growl reverberates throughout his body.

His hands glide up my body, caressing every inch of skin as I continued to rock up and down his hard length. “I would burn the world down for you.” He growls as he grabs my ass, lifting my hips so he can piston up into me without relent. I cry out, pulling his hair as my vision tunnels and I barrel towards my second release. “You better come undone for me right fucking now, Aurora.” Ardens words push me over the edge and fire ignites across my skin, deep in my core. I feel his cock pulse inside me, filling me with his seed, my name a growl on his lips. I cry out his name, my pleasure clenching his cock as I collapse against him. Ardens touch soothes down myback as we ride out the final waves of pleasure wracking through our bodies. His hands find my hair, brushing through the waves as he kisses my forehead. “You are fucking perfect, Aurora.” I hum, spentand satiated as his fingers knead my scalp. “Now you are going to ride our King with that perfect cunt of yours and take every last drop of his cum.”

Adrenaline shoots through me, my body calling for Daemon as Arden flips us so my back is back against the pillows. I gaze down between us as he slowly pulls out, still hard and throbbing, our pleasure mixed between my thighs. “How are you still…” I look for the best way to ask how in the name of hells he was still hard, but he simply laughs in response. “I have wanted you since the first moment I saw you in that tavern, Aurora. I havebeen hard since I saw you stab that man.” My jaw drops. There was no way all, gods, eleven inches at least, of him had been erect so long. I suppose his leathers hid him well. Now I would never be able to pass him without looking, which I am sure he would love.

Arden moves around Daemon to sit at my vanity chair, watching eagerly as Daemon unlaces his slacks and they drop to the floor. His cock is firm against his toned stomach. They were nothing short of gods. I prop myself up on my elbows, flushed and desperate. The fire returns, my body calling out for Dameon in a way that has me feral with need. “Show me the mess you made for my General.” Daemon's demand has me salivating. I open my knees, feeling Ardens seed leak out of me.Daemon kneels on the bed between my ankles. With two fingers he reaches out and pushes Ardens pleasure back inside of me, his fingers going so deep that it elicits a moan of pleasure from me. I nearly fall apart when he withdraws his fingers and lifts them to his blood red lips and licks them clean. Ardens groan sounds from the bedside where he sits stroking himself as he watches. “You both taste divine.” The tattoos that wind across his back and creep over his shoulders shift as his muscles flex, tension and anticipation rippling across his form. His gray eyes shine black in the firelight, pupils dilated with desire. Daemon grabs my ankle, pulling me closer until he cages me against the bed, his scent overwhelming me.

“Daemon,” I plead, desperation building in my chest as I pull his chest flush with mine. “I need you.” His forehead meets mine, onyx curls brushing my skin as he presses his lips to mine in an earth shattering kiss. My fingers tanglein his hair as his hips move forward and his cock is seated inside me in one swift movement. By the gods were these men enormous. I stretch around him, gripping his length like a vice as I buck my hipsforward, desperate for movement. Daemons kisses shift down my jaw as he slowly thrusts forward, torturing me with his. I fall apart, tears welling as I claw at his back in desperation. I needed to be closer to him, to them both. The need consumes me, licking at my soul like an uncontrollable flame. “I have waited a thousand years for you, Aurora. I am yours, body and blood.” I cry out as his hips piston forward relentlessly, permanently etching himself into my skin, my soul. His body claims mine, as I claim his. His heart calls out to mine, a promise. A promise to return all I had lost and to slaughter my every enemy. A promise of family. “Say it.” His growl has heat pooling in my core, pleasure building so swiftly and intensely, I was sure I was dying. “Say that you are ours,body and blood.” I feel myself nearing my release as Daemon pulls my legs to wrap around his waist, desperately meeting my thrusts. My body hums, shaking with pleasure. They had claimed me. And I claimed them. “Yours.” I swear, crying out as pleasure overtakes me. “Body and blood.” Daemon finishes with a roar of pleasure, his member pulsing as his seed mingles with Ardens. Contentment settles inmy chest, the insatiable need for the two men still ever present.

I cup Daemon's jaw, caressing his stubble as I let out an exhausted laugh, fighting the sleep that threatens to overtake me. “If this is the result, I think I should piss you both off more often.” Daemons and Ardens chuckles feel distant as I feel Daemon slip out of me, my eyes drifting to a close. I feel both of their kisses meet my forehead, tender murmurs encouraging me to rest. “Rest,our fire.”

Chapter 25

Aurora Artorias

My eyes flutter open and I quickly realize I am not in my room. Fear grips me.Had I been taken in the night? I look around and realize I was still in Darkspire and that I had not been taken and returned to Camelot. The room had dark curtains with dark oak furnishings, a wall lined with daggers, swords, spears. It was then I realized I was in Ardens room. The smell of leathers, dark liquors, and evergreen soothed me as I laid back against the pillows. They had claimed me last night, made me theirs in every sense of the word. And I wanted to be theirs. This was uncharted waters for me, but it felt… right. The flame that ignited in my chest last night had not dulled and I found myself desperate to have them again.

A knock sounded at the door and I worried it would be someone looking for Arden. The door opened and Willa and Alys appeared with a dress to ready me for the day. I knew how this must look, because it was exactly what it looked like. I was naked in the Generals bed where they had likely placed me last night after ourrigorous activities. I fell asleep after Daemon and Arden took turns devouring every inch of my body. Willa turned pink as she moved through her brother's room, setting up a small makeshift vanity. I felt like a horrible person, I wanted Willa as a friend and I had gone and been intimate with her brother. Alys smirks devilishly as she lays my dress for the day across the bed. “Late night, Your Highness?” Her tone is teasing and kind but I still blush, not wanting to upset Willa. I nod, biting my lip as I move out from under the blankets, clutching the sheets to my chest. “Yes, I had dinner with the King and General.”

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