Page 84 of The Dark Rising
“You don’t know who to trust?” Hudson asks, sitting back in his seat.
“If the Elites were made solely for the reason of hunting Heirs, and with two of them under one roof, one being known and one not, I expect a knife will be in my back at some point. We can’t let them know Rhea or any of you are here at the moment until I know for certain whoever is under my roof is trustworthy, otherwise they will run their mouths to the Highers.”
“Do you not have protection around the keep?” I wonder.
“Protection arranged by the Highers,” he tells me.
“Well shit,” I mumble.
“Definitely,” Jerrod says.
“We are changing it to Darius’s barrier instead, but he has to do it slowly so it doesn’t tip off the Highers witches,” Leo says, taking a drink. “What do we do if any Elites have close ties to the Highers.”
Darius’s lips peel back. “Then we watch, listen and learn. The outcome of their life depends on what we find.” He stands and walks around the table to me, nodding his head in the direction of the door. “Come.”
I raise a brow at him and fold my arms. “I told you, I’m not going—“ I’m picked up and thrown over a large, muscular shoulder, an arm clamped around my thighs. Before I know what’s happening, we are walking out of the large room. “What the hell? Put me down right now!” I shout, wiggling for him to release me. My hair hangs as he moves, the strands hindering my vision. I claw at his back and his hisses.
“Hush.” A sharp pain comes from one of my ass cheeks through my shorts and my mouth drops open.
The fucker just bit me.
I’m too stunned to do anything but blink as we walk down the hallway and step into another room. He closes the door behind him with a kick of his boot and then walks forward. I’m suddenly upright, then my ass hits a solid surface. I shake my head as dizziness overcomes me and blink a few times until I see I’m sitting on a desk. Darius is rummaging through the shelves to my right, moving books and objects.
“I can walk you know,” I grumble, taking a hair tie out of my pocket and putting my hair up in a high ponytail.
“I never said you couldn’t.”
“So don’t pick me up like a sack of grain.”
He looks at me over his shoulder, his smirk devious. “Why would I stop doing that when I can throw you around and put you where I want you. Next time I’ll put you on my cock.”
Uhhh. What?
“The fuck, Darius,” I sputter, eyes wide and trying to banish the memories of him moving inside of me. What is wrong with me?
“Fuckbeing the word, yes. We will fuck, a lot.”
“I don’t want to fuck you.” Oh what’s that, ha yeah. Hello, denial. Gods dammit.
I hate that he’s the only thing at the moment that could make me feel good if I allowed it, even for a few moments. When he touches me, my worries are non-existent and I can’t find another way to let go.
He’s in front of me in the next second, his lips a touch from mine. “Little liar.” He feathers kisses along my jaw to my neck, and I grip the sides of the desk tightly, trying to keep my breathing even. Gods damn his mouth. His hands land on my thighs and spread them roughly. I let out a squeak in surprise. Unable to resist with him touching me. He puts himself in between them as he nips below my ear, and I shiver. He growls low, licking and biting and I’m damn near panting. “You were happy enough to get off on my fingers, let’s see how much you want to come on my tongue.”
My stomach pools with heat.
His hand comes to the back of my neck in a firm hold, keeping me where he wants me as he licks from the bottom of my throat, to the swell of my breasts above the neckline of my tank top. I feel his power come to my nape, and my body relaxes at the touch instantly, the feeling of rightness flowing through me. His free hand comes up, pulling my top down at the front and biting my nipple through my bra. I whimper, resisting the urge to burrow my hands in his hair to keep him there, to keep this feeling of being wanted by my enemy that seems to be the only one who can make me feel alive.
I begin to wonder how this is even happening, but then thoughts leave me as he continues to lick and bite and I don’t care anymore. I just don’t care.
“Are you wet for me, little wolf?” he murmurs against my flesh. I squirm, unable to keep still. “If I pull these shorts down, would I find your panties wet? When I run my tongue over them, would I taste you?” His groan is low. “Do you know how much I want to taste you? To have you directly on my tongue, down my throat and inside of me?” I pant. “You have no fucking idea how much I crave you.”
I moan at his words, unable to help the arch in my back. The hand on the back of my neck tightens, and then he’s pulling me down until my back is flat on the desk. I peer up at him, the heat in his eyes making me squeeze my legs at either side of him. He licks his lips, trailing his gaze over me until he zeros in between my thighs. His eyes flick up to me as he reaches down and unties the string on my shorts, dragging them down my legs and throwing them off to the side. His nostrils flare as I’m sure he sees the dampness on my underwear, and he growls huskily before he dips his head without a second thought and inhales.
I jolt at the small touch as he runs his nose up and down my panties, and then he moves to lick on either side of my underwear as I tremble. He groans, his hands gripping my waist tightly, his fingers digging in as he stops my squirming when he moves his tongue in circular motions over my clit through the material. I suck in a breath at the feel of heat, wanting more of it, not caring that this is insane. As if hearing me, my underwear is suddenly gone and he stares at the space between my legs.
“Fucking dripping,” he growls, and then his mouth is on me, devouring me, tasting me.
“Oh fuck.” I let out a long moan, my fingers going to his head and gripping his hair tightly as I tip my head back and close my eyes, feeling everything he’s doing to me. What only he can do to me.
