Page 90 of The Dark Rising
Darius looks around the room, still holding me and his eyes harden as he takes everything in. I shake my head at myself, sighing in disbelief that not only did I let Darius fuck me after I said It wouldn’t happen again, but I also wanted him to. Feeling his raw power, feeling the same control I had over that, him protecting me from himself… it was too much to not give in to what my soul is calling for deep down.
To be one with him, connect, feel… to be free in the moment.
Darius looks back at me, his eyes going from my face to my pussy, and I feel vulnerable again, wondering what scathing words he may throw at me this time. The last time we fucked, he didn’t like his cum coming out of me, didn’t let me have an orgasm and hurt me with words before he left.
I can’t let him do that this time, not now when I’m already feeling too much, not when I know I wont regret what we did here, no matter how much we shouldn’t have been so stupid. Sure we fucked when my heat came, but I’m not in heat now. I have no excuse for what I just did with someone who hurt me and my pack. Who betrayed the vow he made to me in my cave. I believed him and he destroyed that tentative trust between us from that night with his actions.
I just slept with someone that was responsible for taking us out of Eridian. For whipping me, for taking Kade into the clutches of the Highers and his family.
I start to shake, tears filling my eyes. What have I done? I slept with the enemy, and although he has been blind to what’s been happening under his nose, we also wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for him. We wouldn’t have his help.
I open my mouth to say something, anything, but Darius leans forward and rubs his nose against mine. Then I can’t say anything at all, because the way he’s looking at me…
Later, Rhea, shove all of it down and figure it out later.
My shorts are suddenly being pulled up my legs for the second time today, and he sorts himself out, putting his cock back inside his pants that I couldn’t look away from. Once it’s out of sight, I blink up at Darius, and his eyebrows scrunch at whatever look must be on my face. He opens his mouth to speak when a bookshelf slowly crumbles to the floor. I stare at it, and then the mess in the room, remembering that while Darius was fucking me against the wall, the room was crumbling with his power. Yet when I look behind me, the wall we were against is fine, not a single crack.
I look back at Darius and he raises a brow, a smirk on his face. I scrunch my nose up at him and he chuckles, raising a hand to my shoulder and running a finger over the bite he left there. I shiver and bat his hand away, walking farther into the room as he chuckles at my back.
Then we soon sober up. Looking at the cage, I wince to myself that we just fucked in a place like this.
“That shouldn’t have—“
“If you say that shouldn’t have happened, I will put you back against that wall and fuck you until you cannot speak.” My breath catches in my throat. “Let your body be free, stop holding yourself back.” It’s how I protect myself. I don’t voice that though.
“What in the Gods is wrong with us,” I whisper, eyes still on the cage.
“Nothing,” Darius replies. “There is nothing wrong with our bodies joining.” His voice still has an undertone of growl in it, but he’s sounding more normal now.
“We are in a basement, next to a cage.” I frown at myself.
“I’m not ashamed to sink myself inside of you at a moment’s notice, Rhea, no matter where we are.”
“So you would happily fuck me in the center of a village?” I say.
His breath hits my ear in the next second. “If you think I would let anyone look at your naked body, let them see what is mine, then you don’t know me at all.”
“I don’t know you, Darius.” Silence ensues after that, because that’s the truth of it, isn’t it?
We are pulled together, but we are still strangers.
“You may think that, little wolf, but you know me in ways that others never have. Whether you see that or not.” He runs a finger along the back of my neck, then he walks over to one of the cages.
I follow, stopping when I’m beside him. I look down into the cage and swallow roughly. Dried blood is splattered on the floor, a chain still wrapped around the wrist of the skeletal figure. I look down the row of cages and see the same in all of them.
“They’re female,” Darius says quietly, examining the remains.
“They have been down here for a long time. Do you think they died before your father did or after?” Were they left here to starve when his father was killed by rogures. The thought turns my stomach and tears sting my eyes.
Darius looks over at me and tells me what he thinks with his eyes, without voicing it. They suffered when they were alive, and suffered after his fathers death, being left down here alone.
I blink a few times and clear my throat, moving around him and toward an alchemy table. I examine the vials and liquids, some spilled and some smashed. There are random labels and notes beside them and my hand shakes as I pick up the piece of paper with words scribbled hastily.
Day one
Five females
One new rogure
