Page 272 of The Lands Defying
It’s a half moon, but at the bottom, it has three lines through it, and at the top, two dots rest above each other, just above the curve of the moon. I have the exact same mark on my forearm, a mirror of its image.
I feel his magic beneath my fingertips, and I sink mine into it, causing Darius to release a purring sound.
“Always,” I say, my eyes going back to him.
“Always.”
I undo his pants, his hard cock already waiting and he quickly rids me of mine, grabbing my hair and pulling me into his heavy kiss. I place a hand between us, rubbing his cock against me to coat him with my wetness and then I lower myself, moaning into his mouth as he grunts, his hips lifting to chase me as I rise.
“I just want to feel you,” I say, never breaking the kiss as we find a rhythm.
Our kiss may be rough and filled with desire, but our movements are slow, cherishing the feeling of one another like this.
“Vihnarn,” Darius moans into my mouth and I rock against him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
I whimper, placing my hands on his chest as he watches where we are joined. I look down, seeing his cock shine with me and I release a shuddering breath.
“That’s it, take me deeper, good girl.” I grind my clit against him, my body trembling and he grits his teeth when I feel him swelling inside of me.
His magic comes to me, the coolness rolling over my clit and I toss my head back.
So close…so close.
“Look at me.” The demand has my head falling forward as hands grip my waist, one roaming up my body to pinch my nipple. “You will look at me while you come.”
And I do. Never once taking my eyes off the one who is just for me as he fills me, he groans, his grip tightening, and I moan at the look of satisfaction in his eyes as I make him feel that pleasure.
It makes me preen, makes me feel taller.
And when he pulls me down on top of him, catching our breath, we never once break our connections…knowing it could be our last.
Seventy Six
Rhea
The castle looks like a foreboding shadow, standing tall and proud, the Highers’s emblems raised on flags, blowing high in the icy wind.
Death feels like it’s hanging in the air, and if I breathe in deep enough, I’m sure I can smell the metallic tang that comes with bloodshed.
My pack waits at the back of the large crowd that has gathered, looking at the platform up ahead that must have just been built recently.
It stands just to the right of the castle gates that keep everyone out…and others in.
It didn’t take long for us to realize why the crowd had gathered, why melancholy floats through the air like poison.
It’s another hanging.
Three women on their tiptoes balance precariously on the stools beneath them, their arms tied behind their backs as they await their fate on the newly-built wooden platform.
It isn’t like they can use the battlements on the walls, they are already filled with a sickening number of bodies.
The female’s crimes?
Stealing food for a hungry son.
Not paying enough food tax.
Trying to get through the castle gates for safety away from the rogures.
