Page 135 of The Dark Rising
“You know I do,” I pant, moving my hand up to rub my clit. I tense around him and he licks up my neck, biting and sucking.
“Then answer me,” he demands, his grunts right in my ear and he moves a hand over my fingers and rubs them over my clit, harder.
Pleasure builds as my orgasm nears, and I whine at the sound of us, the feel of him pounding in and out of me. “Why does it always feel this good?”
“Because it’s you and me,” he groans. I try to move my hand faster, but he stills it and I let out a cry, frustration building as he won’t send me over the edge.
“Please, Darius,” I pant, wanting, noneedinghim to let me move my hand so I can feed the need that he has caused inside of me. He groans into the skin at my neck as he picks up his pace. “Gods,” I breathe when he hits that spot inside of me and my legs begin to tremble. “Okay, okay. I won’t help unless you say so.”
“Good little wolf.” His hand moves over mine and his fingers move between us until he pinches my clit, moving in circular motions. He squeezes my throat next, my breath hitches and with two more thrusts, my orgasm barrels into me, curling my toes as I let out a long, loud moan. So loud I think they would hear it back in the hall.
“Fuck, Rhea.” I feel Darius tense, and then he releases into me, making sure there is nothing left as I tremble against his chest. He releases my throat as I come down and I slump forward against the wall, panting as I try and catch my breath. Darius lets go of my throat and pulls out of me, lifting my panties back up. He runs a finger over the seam, feeling his release gather and he hums to himself. “I want you smelling of me for as long as possible.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I huff as he pulls my dress down and turns me around to face him.
He narrows his eyes. “If you wash me from your body too soon, I will replace it.”
I tilt my head, my own eyes roaming his body as he tucks himself away. “And that would be a problem because…” A sound rumbles from his chest and before I know it, I’m picked up, put over his shoulder and we are striding up the stairs toward his room. “Put me down, you overgrown oaf,” I laugh, feeling satisfied and feeling lighter as I shimmy in place.
He pauses, and then smacks my ass. “I’ll show you the problem when you can’t stand or string a coherent sentence together after I’m done with you.”
Fifty One
Rhea
Irousefromthebed, a tinkling noise rattling against the windows. I look over to the side of Darius’s bed and see he’s not there again. Though this time I didn’t wake up when he left, he definitely tired me out.
Tink.
My brows furrow and I creep out of bed, picking up the dress I had on earlier and putting it on. Padding over to the balcony doors, I open one and step outside in the night, wondering if it’s Illium. I frown when I don’t see him anywhere, and I go to turn when something clacks against the door. Looking down, I see a stone rolling to a stop. What the… Picking it up, I examine it in my hand. Another comes then, landing next to my bare foot and I look over to the balcony. Creeping closer, I open my senses and look out toward the distance.
Leaning my palms on the stone, I look down and spot a figure standing below. He’s wearing black pants and a t-shirt rather than donning his armor like earlier.
“What are you doing?” I ask Darius, my head tilted.
He throws a stone up in the air before catching it. “Come down,” he says, his tone soft.
“Huh?”
He huffs, looking up into the night sky. “Come down, barefooted, and quickly.” Confused, I eye him one last time before I leave the room and make my way down.
Rounding the hallways and opening the door at the bottom of the stairs that lead me outside, I walk out with the warm summer breeze gliding past me. Darius waits for me, his arms folded and he nods his head to follow him.
“Where are we going?” I ask as we walk. I follow close behind him on bare feet, watching as the muscles of his back move with each step. My eyes are unable to help trail down to his ass and then down to the back of his thighs. His dark chuckle brings me out of my staring.
“I can feel your eyes on me, little wolf.” I huff.
We take the now familiar path toward the iron gates where we go to the willow fields. My dress gently flows around me as we walk under the moonlight, and I inhale the scent of the lands, relaxing my shoulders as I take it in. The grass stalks flatten under my feet as we pass the gate and as we venture deeper, Darius pauses suddenly, looking up toward the moon once more.
“This will do.” What will do? He turns toward me with a look in his eyes that I cannot understand. He goes to open his mouth, but then closes it, stepping toward me. “Put your power to the ground, just a little further up.” He nods in the direction in front of him.
“What? Why?” I wonder, looking down. “The land is healthy here.” He sighs in frustration but what does he expect me to say? He woke me in the middle of the night and brought me here, I’m going to have questions.
“Can you just do as you are told?” I blink at him. “Of course you won’t,” he says, but it’s laced with something like adoration along with a small smirk. He walks over to me. I tip my head back to look at him and he stands in front of me, his eyes roaming my face. “Just do it, little wolf.” He leans forward and rubs his nose against mine. A breath escapes my lips and he takes a good amount of steps back from me, giving me room.
I eye him curiously as I walk a little, feeling the grass tickle my feet. “How much power?” I ask him, calling it to my palm already.
“Just a little at first,” Darius says.
