Page 67 of The Lands Defying
I blink.
It doesn’t take long before a deep, groan-like sound leaves him, and he uses his other hand to catch his own cum, making sure he collects it all. His body does a full shiver, and his hard cock softens, hanging between his thighs as he takes a step toward me, hand full of cum and all.
Darius tenses when he’s a few steps away, a low growl peeling his lips back in a threat, and the troll’s eyes snaps to his, a snarl on his tusk-filled mouth.
They eye each other in some sort of stand-off as the troll absent-mindedly passes his cum from hand to hand, and all I can do is stare at him in some sort of what-the-fuck trance.
The troll drops to his knees, the ground vibrating when his big body hits the floor, and then holds his hands out toward me, full of liquid. I look around at the other trolls, their faces stern but not harsh, and then look at the guys, who look like they ate something rotten. I lastly look towards Darius, his face full of anger as he still stares down at the troll, nostrils flaring and seemingly standing taller.
Another chuffing sound has my head swinging back to the huge troll on his knees, holding out hands full of cum to me like an offering.
“Oh, um…That’s okay, you can keep it,” I say gently, trying not to show the wince on my face. Another sound comes from him. “I’m okay, uh thank…you, though?” The sound is deeper, more demanding, and I raise a brow. “I don’t want it, thank you. Maybe some of your…friends would like it?” The troll’s eyeslower as I shake my head at him, a look of sadness crossing his face and I suddenly feel bad for him.
I go to take a step toward the troll when Darius hauls me in front of him, a murderous growl coming from deep within him as his hand goes to the front of my throat, his fingers tensing around it.
“She’s mine,” Darius says in a deadly tone as I feel his power accumulating. “Back, the fuck. Off.”
Twenty
Rhea
I stand still and hold my breath as the troll looks between Darius and I, his gaze moving down to the possessive hold Darius has around my throat, protecting my most vulnerable spot while also showing his claim.
I swallow against his hand, feeling him stroking the side of my neck with his thumb over my pulse as the trolls stare, watching everything. Darius lowers his head, like he can feel my nerves, and rubs his cheek against mine before letting loose his dominance.
It seeps into me, calling out my own, and some of the trolls knees hit the ground, unable to withstand the force of it.
They may not be wolves, but they can feel the power behind it.
I shiver at the display of it, goosebumps peppering my skin as an almost purr from Darius vibrates against my back, clearly happy with my reaction to him. But how can I not be when the male who won’t leave my side, claiming me to be his, is showing just how strong he is to be able to keep me.
It settles that instinctive part deep within me that this male can fight for me to be his, that he has the power to back it up.
I lean further against him, rubbing my cheek back against his as he continues a low, deadly sound. Black wisps of power float out from him and come around to my sides, hovering there but not touching. With his hold on me, like I’m about to be ripped away, I know I’m not going anywhere unless he lets me.
The troll’s eyes narrow at the black mist, then look over at the other trolls on their knees. He then does something unexpected. He smiles.
His surprisingly straight teeth show as he does so, and he rumbles a noise, his shoulders shaking.
It’s then that I realize he’s laughing.
Darius tenses at that, his low growl still going, and I move my hand up to his wrist, circling it with my fingers and calling some of my power to stroke over his skin.
“Dalie, Darius. Rey lo nok fel zah.”Calm, he will not hurt us.
Darius’s growl lessens at my words, his dominance slowly pulling back. I rein in my own, still clutching his wrist to keep him calm. I feel him tilt his head at the troll, the tension still thrumming through his body as we all stay silent.
“Dah lo nok,”I will not,the troll replies, and I suck in a breath as my eyes widen. The troll smiles in return and raises a large hand, swiping it through the air and the other trolls stand at his silent command. “I understand, she is yours.” He dips his head at Darius in acknowledgement.
“She is, do not try to mate her again,” Darius snarls but the troll just smiles, nodding.
“Apologies.”
Darius grunts.
“You speak the language of the old,” I breathe out, my mind spinning with questions as Darius nearly whips his dick out in claiming me.
It is not bigger than the trolls, that’s for sure.
