Page 165 of The Lands Defying
I’m petrified for when I land, but I think— no, Iknowhe will catch me at the bottom. Because this is what he has been waiting for, patiently.
He has always told me he has no patience when it comes to me, but he does with this.
I run my other hand up his thigh, feeling the muscle tense there as I nod my head in answer. I’m soaked for him.
Needy for him.
I reach his balls, rolling them in my palm and he hisses, his fingers tightening in my hair as he drags me off his cock.
I whine when he picks me up and bends me over the table, wanting to taste him more, but then my pants are down around my ankles and he’s there, filling me, owning me, scenting me.
“As much as I want to come down your throat, little wolf, as much as I want to stretch those lips around me, feel you gag and dribble on my cock.” His hands are at my hips, digging into them as I whimper, feeling the pleasure building inside of me. “I wantyou to look at that carving as I fuck you, as I make you come on my cock.”
My eyes roll. “Darius,” I whimper.
“I can feel your pussy fluttering, come with my name on your lips.”
As I look down at our initials, I do just that.
I hold Darius’s hand as we walk to the gathering. I look down at the size difference and squeeze, watching as snowflakes land on them. It is far too cold to do this now, but I can’t think of a better time.
I can see a pot bubbling on the fire as we near, and I see those I brought from Colhelm bustling about.
“Heir of Zahariss,” Mivera calls and she rushes over to me. “You are back?”
I nod, smiling lightly at the flush of her cheeks. “I am, is everyone okay?”
“We are great, thanks to the Elites. Alpha Darius has helped us so much.” She looks down, her booted foot playing in the dirt on the ground as she peeks up at Darius.
I raise a brow.
“I’m glad,” I say slowly. “Are you staying here or going back to Colhelm?”
“I think most will go to Colhelm, I’m staying here, with my family and I think a few others are too for now. We are so grateful for your help and sanctuary.” Another peek, more redness in her cheeks and I take a deep breath.
“You are more than welcome to stay, but Mivera…”
“Yes?” she says softly, hands clasped in front of her.
“If you keep looking at Darius like that, I will tear your throat out.”
She blinks at me and then laughs, but it soon tapers off when I don’t return it. “You…you’re not joking.”
“Absolutely not.”
She looks at Darius, a question in her eyes. “My little wolf wouldn’t joke about such a thing,” he tells her, pride in his voice that has me preening.
She swallows roughly and then nods. “I see. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful.” She goes to drop to her knees but I grip her arm.
“No need for that, and I know you weren’t, but I am just letting you know. Okay?”
“Of course,” she says. “I best see if the stew is ready.” She runs off back to the cooking pot as Darius chuckles, moving to my back. “I think you scared her.”
“I didn’t want to…”
His arms wrap around me. “Do you not like others looking at me, little wolf?”
“You’re mine,” I growl, and then take a deep breath.
