Page 62 of The Dark Rising
“You know as well as I do that the outcome will be the same, regardless of how we get there. It was set into the lands from The Deadlands, maybe even before then.” His tone has gentled, but I sense his irritation of me not wanting to do this. But why would he want to?
“You don’t even want me.” He doesn’t, not really, and I can’t stop the tear that falls from my eye. I hate this vulnerability I’m showing him, hate how he can see how much his words affect me. “I don’t want you either,” I remind him. Darius’s eyes turn hard, and he lifts his hand off my arm and takes my tear from my face before bringing it in front of us, watching it on the tip of his finger.
“I didn’t want you,” he agrees, and my heart cracks, no matter how much I don’t want him to affect me. “I never wanted you, never wanted this.” He puts the tip of his finger in his mouth and sucks the tear off, his eyes piercing mine. “But I have accepted it is inevitable. Accepted what it is, what we are, and so should you. Your tears will be the only ones I put there from now on, and only from the pleasure I give you.” He moves closer, our lips inches apart and I blink back more tears that want to escape me. “We cannot change how we began, how we got to where we are now, but we can change what happens from here.”
“Nothing will happen,” I whisper.
“More lies, Rhea. I thought we were past this.”
I bite my lip, and his eyes lock on my mouth, glinting. “I didn’t want this either, you know, but I cannot forget what you did, how you tore flesh from my back. I nearly died, Darius.”
His jaw clenches and his eyes avert to the side. His brow furrows and then he releases a deep growl before turning back toward me, his eyes determined. “Kiss me,” he says.
“What?” He’s just going to ignore what I said?
“Kiss me because I demand it, kiss me because you want it, kiss me,” he says, his eyes darkening, “and I’ll make you feel alive.”
I pause, my eyes bouncing between his as I wonder if I want to close the distance between us. If I want to ignore that he won’t acknowledge what he did to me, like he can run away from it. Why is it so hard for him to do so, he doesn’t give a shit, not really. He just can’t help it with this connection and that’s all it is. Something that has tethered us together to be like this.
This isn’t us, isn’t me or him.
This is the Gods, and I hate them for what they have done.
Can I just take pleasure and feel something good and figure out later how to fix this? How to get far away from him so I never have to see his green eyes again. Do I want that?
I’m so confused and overwhelmed with my feelings of anger, hurt, sadness, need and desire. I just want it to stop, I don’t want to feel like this, I don’t want to think. If he can stop the thoughts swirling around my head for a few mere moments, then I’ll take it. I deserve it.
I close the distance and press my lips to his, and his growl of approval rumbles through him to my chest as he grabs me and pulls me closer, our naked skin pressed together for the first time since my heat.
He invades my mouth with his tongue, pressing closer and guiding his hand up to the back of my head, gripping my hair. He pulls on it, and my head falls back the way he wants as he nips at my lips, licking them before he once more tangles his tongue with mine. Our kiss isn’t gentle, it’s brutal and angry and dominating.
This is what I want. To not think and just feel.
His other hand moves up my side, stroking over my skin until he has a handful of my breast and squeezes. Hard. I whimper, and I feel his smile against my lips as he moves to my nipple and pinches. I grip his shoulders tighter, moving my hands to the hair at the back of his head and gripping it tightly. He grunts, falling back so I’m on top of him again. His hips thrust upward and I moan as his cock slides against me. I move in tandem with each glide. With every roll of my hips the head of his cock nudges my clit, making my belly clench with what will inevitably come.
He slows his pace and I whine. He chuckles and I growl, biting his lower lip in return. “You know how I like to play,” he says against my lips. “Fuck. Do you see how good we can feel together?”
“I hate you,” I moan, rocking faster against him, feeling the warmth of his hard cock and he lets me, groaning as he looks between us and sees his cock moving through my folds.
“Then hate me some more, my little wolf, and ride my fingers until you come.” He keeps a hand in my hair and moves his other one down, skirting his fingers around my belly button until they lower. He presses a finger to my clit, circling softly, never stopping his thrusts and I release a loud moan, trembling as the pleasure builds within me. But I feel so empty, clenching on nothing and I let out a soft whimper.
“I know what you need,” Darius growls, and moves his fingers further down, touching all of me and feeling how his cock is sliding through my folds with ease. He stops his thrusts suddenly, and then he’s pushing two fingers inside of me with no mercy. My head falls back, his hand in my hair keeping me steady as he sits back up and his lips go to my neck, tasting, sucking, biting.
“Gods,” I whimper, clutching his arms.
“Heir,” he corrects on a groan that vibrates against the skin of my neck. “Fuck, so tight, do you feel how much your pussy wants something to fill it? How much it wantsmeto fill it?“ I moan at his words as he pumps them in and out of me, the sound of how wet I am turning me on even more. My body starts to tremble, my orgasm building already. “You’re close, aren’t you,” he breathes against my neck, then licks up and along my jaw. “Give it to me, little wolf. I want to feel you strangling my fingers, I want you to soak them. I’ve waited months for a taste again, to have you on my tongue. I would make myself come with the thought of it, waking up and having to fuck my fist at the thought of you. So give it to me,” he snarls. He moves his thumb up to my clit and presses down hard as he adds a third finger.
“Darius,” I moan, clenching around him as I move my hips up and down, riding him faster as I near the edge. “Fuck.” Darius leans me further back, keeping his grip on the back of my head to hold me as his mouth comes to my nipple and bites down.
My orgasm barrels through me, my pussy pulsing, my back arching as he growls against my skin, listening to my moans as he continues to ram his fingers into me. My body trembles and my eyes flutter shut as aftershocks wrack my body, and I become pliant in his hold. Just like he said I would.
I’m grabbed and turned, my back hitting the soft furs as my legs fall around his waist. “Good girl,” Darius growls, and I make a soft noise at the back of my throat before I peel my eyes open. I whimper as I watch his hand glide over his cock, his fingers glistening with my orgasm as he stares between my legs. His stare is possessive and so full of heat that my body does a full shiver, my legs twitching.
Darius strokes faster, his breaths becoming ragged, and then his eyes snap up to mine before he tilts his head back and releases a deep groan. Ropes of cum land on my pussy, thighs and stomach, and I watch the corded muscle of his tattooed neck strain from his release.
“Those fucking eyes,” he breaths when he stops stroking himself and leans forward. Hands land beside my head, making sure not to crush me with his weight as he looks deep into my eyes. He brings a hand up, and I watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean of me, his eyes closing a second as he makes a satisfied sound. He then moves his hand down to my pussy, and I jolt as he smears his cum over my clit. Bringing his hand back up, he touches his fingers to my lips and they part in an instant, tasting him until I can’t any more. He leans down and kisses me, and I can taste myself as his tongue spears into my mouth, not caring that he can also taste his own cum as he kisses me until I’m boneless on the bed.
He sits back, rubbing over my body and I realize he’s rubbing his cum into my skin where it landed, making sure I have his scent. I’m too tired to care what I look like, but he must like what he sees as his eyes flare with heat again. “Laeliah,” he murmurs, and my heart skips a beat. He leans down and takes my lips with his again. This is more gentle, soft, but still so possessive. I’m once again lifted and turned until Darius is on his back and I’m laying fully on his chest, never once breaking the kiss until I eventually pull back.
