Page 26 of The Lands Defying
“I don’t feel worthy,” I tell him.
I whisper the words like a shameful secret, like I shouldn’t have said it aloud.
“You are gaining more control with your power, and we will continue to work on getting your wolf out.” At that, Runa scratches within me. “You will get there.”
“We don’t really have time.” Frustration bleeds into my tone.
“No, we don’t.”
Eight
Rhea
Warmth surrounds me, wrapping me in its hold. I shift, letting out a small moan as I snuggle closer to it. A band around my waist tightens and pulls me closer, not wanting to let go.
My eyes peel open slowly, blinking in the dim light. The gentle smell of flowers surrounds me, but the scent of Darius suffocates me even more.
Looking down, I see a strong arm surrounding me, holding me close. I move my head, my nose grazing Darius’s arm under my head that I’m using as a pillow, and I realize we must have fallen asleep.
I shuffle and try to sit up when I’m turned and planted on top of his hard body, that arm still wrapped around me while his other hand comes to the back of my head, holding me close to the curve of his neck.
He makes a sleepy sound and I grumble, blowing out a breath.
Those fingers caress the back of my head and I let out a content sound before immediately shutting it off.
“Don’t hide your noises from me, little wolf,’’ Darius murmurs, his breath tickling the top of my head. “You know how much I like them.”
I do, he makes me sound all the noises, even when I try to refuse.
I chuckle before I move to sit up, my legs falling on either side of him. My gaze roams over his sleepy state, and something warm flutters in my chest, making my cheeks heat up.
He raises a brow at me, a smug grin curling his lips.
I smack his chest. “Shut up,”
“After having my tongue in your pussy and painting it with my cum, whilst also taking you many,manytimes, you’re blushing at waking up in my arms, again?”
I groan. Do we really need to do this?
“Yeah well, it’s different.” I look away, watching as the branches of the willow tree blow in a gentle breeze.
“It’s not the first time we have slept together.”
“It’s different now,” I whisper, bringing my eyes back to him.
“It is,” he agrees, staring at me intently. He picks up my hand, his fingers going to the blood oath on my wrist, watching the bite appear under his touch before moving his hand up, tracing the barely-there mark on my forearm.
“Do you regret it?” I blurt, and then curse myself internally for it. I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question.
“Regret what?” he asks, still staring at the mark.
“Meeting me, because of what I did, who I am.”
His brows furrow. “Killing some of my trainees?” I nod. “You did what you needed out of survival. You lied, killed, all to keep your pack safe.” His eyes come to me, so bright, so green. “I won’t ever blame you for that when it keptyoualive.”
The honesty in his eyes takes my breath away, and feelings bubble up within me.
He sits up, bringing us close and grips my chin in a firm hold, tilting my head back.
