Page 19 of The Lands Defying
“It was like it was there. It was definitely solid, it wasn’t part of the memory,” I tell him.
“How is that possible?” Damian asks, leaning back in his seat.
“We don’t know,” Darius says at my back. “But it attacked us, and then I killed it.” I snuggle into him, needing his body heat as ice fills my veins over seeing that rogure.
No one says anything to that, lost in their own thoughts. I’m surprised we are only discussing this. No one has said a word about where Darius and I have been the last few days.
I couldn’t be more grateful about it.
I reach a hand down and rest it on Darius’s thigh, feeling his power beneath my fingertips as he twitches. The arm banded around me tightens, pulling me even closer as he nuzzles the back of my neck, uncaring of the audience.
“Is there some type of magic that can reside in a memory stone to make this happen?” Zaide asks, not once looking up from his sharpening of his blade as Sebastian eyes him.
“I have never heard of it,” Leo says.
“We never heard of a memory stone being able to change, so we can’t rule it out,” I tell them.
“We should look in the library, see if we can find anything?” Anna suggests.
My pack nods, Sarah more hesitant with her going to new places in the keep, but Josh laces his fingers with hers and kisses the back of her hand.
“You’re so sweet with her,”I tell him down the link.
Josh looks at me and raises a brow.“And you willingly let him sit you on his lap like a little pet.”
My cheeks heat even as I scowl.“I’m not some pet you—”I sigh, and then turn slightly to look at Darius.
He tilts his head to the side, unapologetic in cutting out our conversation.
“Asshole,” I mutter. He chuckles at my back, and then his lips are at my ear.
“This asshole had you dripping on my hand, my tongue, my cock—”
I shove my hand over his mouth as I feel everyone stare at my back. “Shall we go to the library then?” I say, my voice as steady as possible.
I hear chairs being pushed back and the shuffle of feet, along with some muffled laughs.
I glare at Darius, but he’s unconcerned with the potential of losing his balls.
He grips the back of my hair and yanks my head back, invading all of my senses as soon as his tongue touches mine. He groans into the kiss, like a starved animal as he barely lets me come up for air, and I allow it.
Especially when he makes those satisfied noises along with a rumble coming from his chest.
Fine, maybe he can keep his balls.
A rustling starts, and then a deep groan. I sigh, exhausted from spending hours in the library and finding nothing.
There is another groan, but I realize that it’s not from pleasure though, it’s from pain.
I blink my sleepy eyes awake, trying to pinpoint in the room what woke me, when the warmth from my side leaves me completely.
I turn my head, watching as Darius sits on the edge of the bed, head low. He seems to shake it, running a hand through his hair.
He seems agitated.
He stands abruptly, but still quietly in that way he has always been able to move.
He moves toward the door, fist clenching and my stomach drops.
