Page 99 of The Dark Rising
“Darius,” she moans, hesitance clear in her tone.
“This hasn’t been taken before, has it?” I ask, my eyes watching as my fingers continue. She makes an affirmative sound that has my balls drawing up. “One day, I will take you here, fully, and that will be something else that is only mine. Just like I’m the first to have my fingers inside of you, I’m the first to taste you, I’m the first to satisfy you.” I let go of her hair and bring my hand up to grab one ass cheek, pulling it to the side as I watch myself shove a finger all the way inside of her. She groans, a mix of pain and pleasure, but I don’t stop, moving my finger back and forth through the ring of muscle, adding another one. My eyes roll into the back of my head as she squeezes me impossibly tighter, a long groan spilling from me.
“Oh, Gods,” Rhea whimpers, rocking her hips back to meet my thrusts and I grit my teeth, holding back the urge to come. She feels too fucking good.
I pick up speed, feeling her clench around my cock as I reach the end of her. The sound of just how wet she is echoing with each slap of our skin has me growling in appreciation, knowing I did that to her. Only me.
“You ready to come, little wolf?” I grunt, and she nods her head frantically, her small, little breathless moans an aphrodisiac to my ears, but now I want to hear her scream.
I take my fingers out of her ass and grab her by the hair again. I pull her back, so she’s flat against my chest, and push a clean finger into her pussy alongside my cock, her arousal making it slide in. It’s so fucking tight. I pound into her with a brutal pace. Her hand comes up, gripping my hair as she clamps down around me, throwing her head back in a scream as she comes. Just like I fucking wanted her to. I remove my finger and grab her hips, the hold bruising as I slam into her. I growl into her shoulder, licking at her skin before biting down in the exact same place as the last time, as I spill my release inside of her, groaning at the thought of it being where it belongs.
Rhea slumps back against me, her body shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm and I hold her there, slowly moving my cock back and forth inside of her to make sure she gets every last fucking drop. She moans lightly, probably sore, but the thought makes me bite her shoulder harder, knowing she will feel me there every time she moves. Again, just like I wanted.
She whimpers as my teeth dig deeper, and I rub her throat before I release her neck once all my cum has coated her insides. I push her back to the floor gently, and she goes down without a fight. A satisfied, rumbled purr comes from my chest that I did that to her, sated her. Turning her on her back, I pull her legs apart and watch my come trickle out of her. I didn’t get this view yesterday.
I move my eyes up her body, looking into my fully satisfied, little wolf’s eyes, and I bring my hand to her abused pussy. I collect my cum, circling it around her before I shove it back inside of her. I watch as she winces, yet her eyes heat. I rub my fingers around her insides, making sure it’s embedded into her, staying there. Always with her.
The last time I saw my cum leaking out of her this closely was in her cave. The possession I felt for her at that moment wasn’t acceptable. The need to keep her, the need to be inside of her a constant threat to my sanity. So I left, said vile things and tried not to destroy the forest around her home in my anger at what she made me feel.
I don’t feel anything like that, ever.
But I always do with her. She’s not just a hole to empty my cum into. I know that now, I even knew it then. She’s more than what I ever wanted, because I didn’t want it.
We also can’t refuse what we are though.
If we do, I suspect we will end up like the old Gods. Going mad, always craving, never quenching our thirst. We can’t jeopardize what we are trying to do because she’s stubborn and I can’t apologize to her.
I don’t even know how to begin. My back twinges at the thought.
But she’s mine. The Gods themselves chose, and you don’t go against a God.
Not for this.
Never for this.
And I don’t even want to anymore.
Since the moment I stared into her pretty, ice-blue eyes, everything shifted inside of me, and I can’t let that go.
Thirty Six
Rhea
Dariuscontinuestoshovehis cum back into my pussy, circling my clit teasingly every now and again. I lay totally spent beneath him, catching my breath as pleasure still thrums through me. He always makes me feel alive in those moments, seen even, but as I come down from my orgasm, the reality of what we just did sets in. Again.
I lean up and move myself away from him, closing my legs as my cheeks heat. His stare moves from my legs to my face, turning hard at the distance I’ve put between us. I swallow hard.
Darius sees the look on my face and his jaw ticks, his fists clenching on his thighs as he sits back and puts himself away. “Don’t do that, little wolf,” he murmurs quietly, a warning.
I shake my head. “That shouldn’t have happened.”
He growls. “Enough. Stop saying that. It’s inevitable and you know it. It’s something we both can’t escape even if we wanted to. And I don’t want to.”
“We can go to others, try and stem the ache.” Like I could. I won’t be able to stand anyone touching me like he does, and it’s hard to ignore my body’s needs when I’m near him, the hunger he’s created inside of me.
He lunges forward suddenly, his hand wrapped around my throat as he brings me closer so we are nose to nose. “You so much as look at another male with lust filling your pretty eyes, and I will pin him to the wall where he can watch me fuck you for days. Then I’ll take his eyes for seeing you like that before I take his heart and eat it for fucking dinner,” he growls. “Do not test me on that, Rhea. You won’t like the consequences.”
I shouldn’t feel all tingly with that declaration of his possession, but I can’t help shifting where I sit, feeling more wetness between my thighs mixing in with our releases.
