Page 94 of The Dark Rising
Rhea lifts her head, biting her lip. I get lost in her ice-blue eyes and the connection that flows between us. Drax growls lightly inside of me with her attention on us, and I echo the sound. She tilts her head curiously, eyes roaming over my body and I let her. Let her see my strength and power. Let her see that I’m built to protect her.
“I’ll be out back and waiting at the willow trees,” she informs me and heads out the room, knowing we are going to try and get Runa out again. I watch the sway of her ass and lick my bottom lip, wanting to bite it, mark it, fuck it.
She has me turned inside out. I can’t think properly around her, fighting the instinct to grab her and take her to the floor. Rip her clothes from her body and put my scent all over her, letting her and every other fucker know that it’s mine. She’s mine.
And when I fuck her again, she will feel it with every step she takes, even the slightest bit of movement will remind her what I did to her. How I owned her and how she let me and enjoyed it.
My cum will stay inside her, I will fuck her enough that it’s always there, dripping from her body and rubbed into her skin. I’ll make her walk around with the taste of me on her tongue and—
“The fuck, Darius.” I blink, and look toward Leo. “Brother, keep your misty shit to yourself,” he smirks and leans back, shaking his head.
I look down and realize tendrils of my power are coming out of me, flowing in the direction Rhea went. I breathe deep and call it back to me, shrugging at my brother’s amusement.
“Good luck with that one,” Damian chimes in. “After whipping her, I doubt she will let you touch her.”
“She let me havebreakfastthe other morning,“ I tell them, my own smirk appearing on my face. “And dinner.” But then it falls at his reminder of what I did to her. My eyes darken at the thought and my jaw ticks at being manipulated into thinking she was the cause of the rogures. “I didn’t know she was innocent when I did that,” I say aloud, reminding myself of that fact. Still unable to say the words.
“We know,” Leo says solemnly. My brothers quiet down, going back over the papers as I try to banish the memory of her blood on my hands.
Footsteps sound to my right and Josh pokes his head into my office. He looks us all over before asking. “Have you seen Rhea?”
“No,” I tell him, glaring. I’m still pissed at him for making Rhea bare herself in front of everyone, and so is Rhea. The tension between them is easily noticeable. I’m glad for it, I don’t want him near her at all. He’s been inside of her, took what should have been mine to begin with and every time I see him, I want to rearrange his face against a wall.
Even though what Josh made Rhea do, made us all take a step back and think things through, she shouldn’t have had to show us what she had been through. He betrayed her trust and forced her hand to save Sarah, but I don’t give a fuck. The look on Rhea’s face and the dead tone of her voice when she revealed herself is enough for me to want to stab him in his eyes, peel them out and crush them beneath my boot.
Josh’s gray eyes narrow on mine, knowing I’m bullshitting. “Well if you see her, tell her I’m looking for her.”
Again. “No.” He can stay the fuck away from her and he may keep his head.
He growls, stepping into the room. “Stop being a prick, Darius, I need to speak to her.”
“I doubt she wants to speak with you.”
“She doesn’t really want to speak to you either so we’re both fucked, aren’t we?” he snarls before walking out the room.
He’s not wrong, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. She may talk to me about certain topics or anything regarding the Highers and rogures, but other than that, emotionally she is a fucking wall.
Unfortunately for her, I’m the Heir of Cazier, and destruction is in my blood.
Her walls won’t last long as I plan to destroy them one by one.
Thirty Four
Rhea
Myhandsglidethroughthe willow tree branches, caressing them and feeling their life within. All life has power, its own heartbeat, its own language, and I’m feeling it more and more with everything around me. Not to say, it’s making me exhausted all the damned time.
I sigh, feeling my magic swirl within me as a chaotic mess of strands. Runa sleeps without a care in the world, ignoring the power thrumming around her space. She’s been tired too, sleeping more unless something annoys her. Then she wakes up all growly and shit.
Which makes me all growly and shit.
Sitting down at the base of a willow tree, I rest my head back against its trunk and close my eyes. I press my palm to the earth beneath me and gently guide my power though my hands into the soil. Grass tickles my fingers as it grows, every stalk getting longer and longer. I can feel each one like I’m a part of it, feeling the beating of life strumming through it.
I’ve always been close to nature, always wanting to be in the trees and playing in grassy wildflower fields. Being the Heir to Zahariss, the God of life itself, it’s not hard to understand why I like being surrounded by greenery so much.
Zahariss was said to have created the first tree. Taller than any mountain and wider than any seas. Full of thick branches and leaves the size of castles, their blooming flowers said to glow until the end of time. Cazier, on the other hand, was the destruction of life. Tearing down anyone in his path and wilting the life from beneath his steps when he came to the land from the below. Opposites in power, yet the lands lived, thrived, and the Gods stayed in Vrohkaria, roaming until they just disappeared.
But the land is now suffering, plagued with creatures so vile and slaughtering life.
