Page 55 of The Dark Rising
“This is the only place you will be sleeping, little wolf. I have to keep an eye on you, who knows when the knife you’re aiming at me will come my way.”
“If you just pass me mine again, then you won’t need to wonder, I’ll do it right now!” I shout, and he chuckles. I squirm and kick my feet, trying to get him to release me. His thick thigh comes over mine and I’m completely pinned, unable to move as I scratch at his forearms.
My breathing picks up, the feeling of being trapped rushing through me and I squeeze my eyes shut. “It’s just me, little wolf,” he says softly, a purr coming from him.
“That’s the problem,” I wheeze out, still struggling. Twisting and turning for what feels like forever, I realize I’m getting nowhere. I call my power to me, feel it’s barely there hum beneath my skin, ready to unleash whatever it wants to get him away.
He makes a deep sound, then coolness is coating my heated body. I peel my eyes open and see his power floating over my skin, the black moving back and forth over my arms like it’s stroking me, settling me.
And damn it all, it does.
I relax in his hold, my body slowly losing its tension while I inhale his scent. Runa yawns inside of me and I huff, giving her the stink eye. She’s supposed to back me up.
“Sleep, Rhea. You’re safe with me,” Darius mumbles against my hair, his thumb running over my wrist.
“No,” I tell him, my eyes drooping. “I’m not.”
“Under the moonlight, you are.”
Twenty One
Rhea
“Didyoutakesomethingto prevent pregnancy with your heat?” I startle at his questions as I lean on the stone balustrade of the balcony from his room. I look over in the distance, scanning the trees and wishing I was in them, running free. But alas, Darius is adamant I need more rest, so I’m trapped in this Gods damned room.
My gaze moves to the large lake, watching as the moonlight glistens off its surface, looking like silver glass. Is it cold? or is it hot with the summer sun warming it during the day?
Darius comes to stand behind me and I tense, waiting for him to touch me. He hasn’t stopped since he trapped me in his room.
I once again think about reaching out to Josh down the link, but I can’t do it. I can’t hear his voice right now as much as I don’t want Darius near me.
A touch to the back of my neck makes my shoulders pull up to my ears, and he makes a purring sound, running his fingers back and forth along my skin. I blow out a breath, and my grip on the balcony wall tightens as I feel the warmth of the breeze against my face.
“Little wolf,” he encourages, and I grit my teeth.
“I did, I always do, even though I see to it myself.” Don’t worry, Darius, no pups for you.
“Apart from the last time,” he reminds me, like I need it.
“Yes,” I grumble. He makes a sound from within his chest.
“Tell me more about your childhood.”
“What else could you possibly want to know?” He needs no more.
“I want to know everything,” he murmurs, and his breath tickles my ear as he crowds me against the stone. I move closer to it, trying to resist the pull of his body heat, but he still closes the gap. His hard chest hits my back and then his arms come around to either side of me, hands resting next to mine.
I’m fully surrounded by him, by his sent, his subtle dominance that he keeps low, but I can still feel it all the same. Runa preens inside of me, huffing out a delicate sigh at his nearness.
“I have told you all I think you should know, enough to let you know I’m innocent, and that all we have ever done is try and survive,” I fume. I need him to stop touching me, it’s getting harder to resist. I vow he’s doing it on purpose.
“You have told me that,” he agrees, and I hear him inhaling my hair, a barely there growl coming from his next breath. “I want to know all that makes you up. Your bravery, your heartache, your strength, your pain.” A pause. “Your rage. I want to know it all from the beginning.”
“You don’t have that right,” I say through gritted teeth. “You will never have that right.”
Another pause. “Maybe not, but I still want it. I’m a selfish asshole like that when it comes to you. I’ve told you that already.” He picks up a strand of my loose hair in front of me, playing with it. “You may hate me, you may want to hurt me, kill me, even.” He rests his head on the top of mine, my gaze going back to the lake. “But you feel the pull as much as I do.” I still at his words, not wanting to talk about this. Not now, not ever. “So we can either be civil, as now it seems we work toward a common goal, that would be best. Or…” His voice has dropped lower now, his hand coming up to encircle my throat gently. He tips my head to the side, moving the hair away as his lips touch the side of my throat. “We can tear each other apart when we are near, strip down to nothing but our skin and fight it out. You know how much I like it when we play.” My stomach flutters, and a shallow breath comes from me as I wrestle with the desire that creeps up, that heightens even more as he devours my throat with his mouth. I reach up a hand, clawing at his own at my neck and he growls deep, his fingers tightening like he doesn’t want to let me go. He grinds into me, and I feel his hard cock against my lower back, and flashes of the last time we were together run through my mind. Heat pools between my thighs and he snarls into my skin, his other hand coming to grip my hip in a bruising hold as he continues to rock into me, never once stopping in his desire filled kisses.
“Darius,” I pant, and he groans in my ear as he nips at it. I nearly falter, nearly give in. “Get off of me.” He stills, whether from my words or the seriousness in my tone, I don’t know. But he does move back, releasing my throat slowly, and then his warmth is gone. I’m shocked for a moment that he actually did what I asked. I was prepared to use everything I have to get him off me, but he moved as soon as I told him to.
