Page 164 of The Lands Defying
“You defiled my table?” I say, glancing up at Darius to find his eyes already on me.
“I made it permanent.”
I tilt my head. “Made what permanent?”
“Us.”
We gaze at each other until I stand and come around the table. He tracks my movement, his body going impossibly still. Nerves rattle through me, but I won’t let it deter me.
Everything has been a lot today, but seeing those initials carved in the table make me feel like I’m floating, and it makes me want to repay him.
Through it all, he is always standing when I feel like a soft breeze could push me over.
Once I’m in front of him, he gives me a questioning look before I slowly lower to my knees.
His eyes flash black, his chest heaving. “What are you doing, little wolf.”
I don’t say a word, I can’t as his scent wraps around me as I look at the bulge in his pants.
With shaky but firm fingers, my hands are in the ties and then pulling down. He isn’t wearing anything underneath, so his hard cock springs out and he hisses through his teeth, his arms now at his sides.
I look up at him, his eyes alight with desire, a hand in my hair, steading me—or himself as I lean forward and lick.
Just a little one.
A tiny one.
His reaction however, is not.
He groans, his eyes fused to my mouth as his hips thrust forward on a growl.
I want to say thank you. I want to ask him what made him mark the table with our initials.
I want to ask why he made an effort to do all of this.
But I already know.
His home is with me, where I go, he goes.
I don’t look away from him and part my lips, wrapping them around the head of his cock as he leaks onto my tongue. His groan is low, full of desire and I’m instantly wet.
I may be on my knees, but I’m the one with all the power. The power he hands over to me.
I wrap my hand around the base of him and his hand strokes my hair. “Good, little wolf,” he praises. “Just like that. Are you happy with your table?” I moan, taking more of him into my mouth as I move my hand with the motion.
He groans when I take him deeper, and the mutteredfuckthat comes from him has me squirming.
“Are you wet from sucking my cock?” he asks, punching his hips forward gently. But I can feel the tension brimming in him to let loose, to use my mouth as he fucks into me. But he won’t, and I don’t think he ever would in fear of hurting me.
It just makes me fall deeper.
The flowers.
My home.
His wolf.
His commitment to me and only me.
