Page 55 of My Dark Obsession
He growled as I sat up, trailing my pale hand down his tanned chest. The sprinkle of hair gliding between my fingers before I stopped and swallowed at the size of him. He was huge. I know I didn’t really have anything to compare him with, but I knew he wasn’t average. Not by a long shot. My core clenched in anticipation of the stretch he would provide.
I circled my hand around his throbbing cock. His groan was like music to my ears as I began to move my hand, rubbing the leaking droplet from the top with my thumb. His head fell back onto his shoulders as he groaned deep and loud. I grinned, liking that I could cause him to react like this.Repeating the motion I cupped his tight balls with my other hand bringing another droplet of pre-come to the tip.
My mouth watered.
I leaned forward to lick the tip, but before I could get my mouth around it, he growled and pushed me back onto the throw.
“I will nae last. I want to come inside ye’ Mo Chridhe, I want to feel ye’re wet pussy gripping me whilst I come.”
Fuck me.
I was so fucking turned on my thighs rubbed together, my slick heat dripping onto his nest. Dragging my arms above my head he spread my knees with one of his own before he settled between my thighs, his cock hitting my wet warmth, causing us both to moan in unison.
Releasing my wrists he gripped his cock in his own hand, giving it a slow pump before he lined it up with my entrance. We panted in anticipation as he slowly pushed forward. His head entered me, its thickness stretching me deliciously. Leaning back down he gave me a slow soft kiss before staring into my eyes and whispering “I love ye’ my Wee Mate.” Before thrusting in deep. The sudden invasion and sharp sting pulled a small cry from my throat. It hurt more than expected. I loved it.
He held still whilst allowing me to adjust. I gave him a small nod and a grin. I wanted more.
“Mine,” he growled as he pulled his hips back before slamming into me once more. The pleasure was so intense I could barely catch my breath. I just about managed to growl out my own “mine” before it sent him into a frenzy. His hips continuously slammed into me, his cock dragging along my inner walls, pulling choked gasps of pleasure from me.
Rí’s glowing eyes never left mine as his canines lengthened, becoming longer, sharper. My lower back almost stung as I felt our ropes on the Mating Mark swirl and entwine together.
He lowered his head to my neck, right where it met my shoulder, licking there before his teeth sunk deep. There was so much pleasure mixed with pain my releaseexploded suddenly, causing the sconces on the wall to blow out, before small rocks fell around us within the cave. I tightened and clenched around Ri’s cock as he thrust one more time before slamming so deep, so far within me it was almost like he never planned to leave, before he shuddered and growled against my neck as his own release was pulled from him.
Lifting from my neck, his lips coated with my blood he licked his upper lip, leaving the bottom for me to lean up and lick clean.I swore I could feel another presence within my head, another being, watching through my own eyes. Rí’s dragon’s connection to me was now complete.
Rolling to the side, pulling me with him to lean my head against his large chest, we both tried to catch our breath.
“Ye’ accepted me.” He wasn’t asking a question but simply stating it.
My heart finally began to slow as I thought about my answer before murmuring, “There wasn’t any point in running from it anymore. You’re mine now. I don’t know how to love. So I can’t say it back. I don’t understand any of this ‘Circle’ mate stuff, but you are mine to keep now. I hope you realise what you got yourself into.” Once I had claimed someone as mine, they were just that. Mine.
I ran my fingers along where he had sunk his teeth into my flesh and shivered at the heat that spread through me. If any of the books I had read in the human realm had any truth to them, then Ri’s mark would stay with me forever, as permanent as I now knew the mark on my back was.
The black mist floated in the corner of my eye as I listened to his heart slowing beneath my head. It settled into a patten similar to my own.
His chest vibrated with the tell-tale sign of his contentment; he was purring.
“Ye’ never need to say it back. I'm starting to figure out how ye’r mind works and as long as I am part of ye’r possession. I am happy.” He murmured back, almost sleepily.
There was one time I was ready to take my own life, to leave the world. I wasn’t afraid of death, of dying. I never had been. The thought of its coldness filled me with a buzz that made me feel more alive than actually being alive. But then came along the twins and the snap of a tight string that wrapped around our bodies joining our souls in some messed up protective obsession. I couldn’t just go ahead and die, leaving them to Lyal like fresh meat to hammer into. They were mine. And now so was Rí. His need to protect and be around me was so similar to my own obsession of the boys. His confession of love, his acceptance of it was all I needed to finally allow that waiting string to wrap around us and secure his place in my damaged soul.
The flutter of wings drew my attention to Ravioli as he flew into the cave; his eyes trained on me as he dropped a rolled-up piece of paper onto the nest.
“That better not be from the Council. I’m not marrying some random White witch.”
“Ye’ certainly are no’.” Rí reached for the paper but snapped his hand back as the crow pecked at his fingers, drawing a bead of blood.
“Ravioli!” I fake scolded as I grinned at my pet. I tickled his head before he flew to perch on one of the sconces.
Picking up the paper, I saw a note from Bri, offering her sweet treats and someone to chat with. I frowned at the note in confusion.
“Why would someone offer to chat? What does she want?”
Rí sucked the blood from his already healed finger and helped me to my feet, “It’s what Bri does. She likes you.”
“She said she’d meet me at the Mountain’s portal. I’d hoped to go back to the castle.” I didn’t mention the books that were begging for my attention. And now that I had accepted Rí and his mark, the book on Circle Mates needed to be read now more than ever.
We dressed slowly, in no rush to leave our nest of passion. Rí took his time kissing his mark on my neck, the wound already healed before he walked over to a red velvet-covered box. He opened the lid and pulled out a long silver chain. He hung it around my neck before tucking my hair behind my ears. It held a red jewel and was warm to the touch.
