Chapter 17
The bedroom we were now in was at the back of the house; it would have been perfect to continue what we’d started last night if Darius could get his head out of his ass long enough to relax.
My anger at him was mostly my own, but there was a darker edge to it that had to be the Morrigan. It was the poison of potential rejection, and while I knew that Darius wanted me, that it wasn’t me he was rejecting, my emotions were over riding my logical brain with every minute that passed.
I shrugged off his hand when the door closed, and he frowned down at me.
“I know you’re not afraid of me, but I’m afraid of me! And you’re being irresponsible.”
The fear was so thick in his voice, but it was mitigated by the accusation he lobbed at me to protect himself.
“Me?” I gaped.
“Yes, you! All you’re doing is whining that I won’t give in, let myself be with you, but you won’t even consider how dangerous that is. How I could lose control and hurt you at any moment. Especially if…if we were to be together. Really together.”
“Your berserker withdrew last night, do you remember that?”
Darius ran both his hands over his head clearly exasperated.
“What?” I challenged, marching up to him. “Does that count for nothing?”
“It’s…I don’t know what it is. I don’t know what it means and that’s not good. I can’t control him if I don’t know what he’s thinking.”
“Maybe he’s thinking he wants you to trust him because he wants to fuck me as much as you do.”
He actually chuffed out a laugh at that, and for a second I saw him melt, saw the gentle, open Orc that had brought me to the best orgasm I’d ever had. But then just as quickly, he hid it behind a wall.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” I said. “Please, let me in.”
“I want to, you have no idea how much…” his voice broke.
I ran my hands up his chest and clasped either side of his face, even though I had to stand on my tip toes, before he leaned down and pressed his forehead to mine.
“I trust you,” I whispered. “You’ve always been the only one I trusted.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. I guess…I guess I just knew that of all the people in this messed up world, you were the only one that would keep me safe. And it wasn’t because you were my bodyguard, it was you, Darius, even though I didn’t know everything about you then. And now that I’ve seen all those hidden places, those secrets and the things you’re ashamed of, I’m not running away, I’m still here. So trust me to make up my own mind, please.”
Darius let out a long breath through his nose and shook his head.
“How can you even stand to touch me after what you saw?”
This was the moment. If I was going to ask him to risk what he feared most and give us a chance, then I had to risk something too.
“Because…because I love you, Darius.”
He pulled back from me and my heart thundered in my throat.
“You don’t have to say it back,” I could hardly get the words out. “I just needed you to know, even though I’m scared you’ll run after this. I love all of you, from the books you read, to the berserker living inside of you.” I pressed my hand to one of his pecs and felt his heart beating under my palm. “I love every part of you and there’s nothing I’m scared of when you’re with me. Except losing you.”
I couldn’t meet his eye so I stared at where my hand was, watching it rise and fall with his breath and wondering if he’s going to say anything, or just walk out and leave my heart smashed at his feet.
When he hooked his finger under my chin and raised my head, I had tears in my eyes.
“I should be alone forever for what I’ve done,” he said, his voice was harsh, devastated. “And yet, the gods have given me this bright, glimmer of sunlight in my dark world. I don’t deserve you, and I should run from you to keep you safe. But I am a weak, selfish male.”
“Darius—”
“I love you too. I have for so long. I’ve tried to kill it, to hide it, to deny it. But I can’t.”
“So don’t.”
“But what if I hurt you? You don’t understand how scared I am of waking up and seeing you…Nina, I…I loved my family so much, and I killed them. My team was my second family and losing control of my berserker cost them all their lives. What if loving you isn’t enough to protect you?”
“And what if it is? We don’t know the future, only now. And right now, in this moment we love each other.” I was laughing through my tears as everything inside of me went from hopeless and angry to elated in a matter of seconds. “Do you know how amazing that is? How incredible it was that we found each other a second time? We can do anything, you and I.”
He huffed with a smile and shook his head again.
“The optimism of youth…”
“Hey, I might be young, but at least I’m not a grumpy old man.”
“Old? I’m not that old.”
“Oh really? Then don’t act like it.”
“There’s only one ‘Sir’ in this room and it’s not you, baby,” he growled. “So don’t tell me what to do.”
I bit my bottom lip, my panties suddenly damp, and my nipples hard from rubbing against the shirt I wore. God, he was sexy as hell when he got all domineering!
“Do you need a little reminder of how things will go between us?” Darius asked, eyes glinting.
I turned to walk away from him and shrugged.
“Maybe.”
With a growl that made my nipples pucker even harder and my body shiver, Darius looped his arm around my waist and picked me up, my back to his front.
“Put a silencing charm on the room,” he ordered, his breath tickling my ear, hot with promises that made me even wetter.
I did as he commanded and when the tell-tale pressure of the charm was evident, Darius slid my sweats and panties off with one hand while he held me to him with his other.
“I’m going to show you what a male with experience can do for a bratty little thing like you,” he said next to my ear, palming my still sensitive ass cheek. “And when I’m done, you’re going to get on your knees and show me how grateful you are for a sir that takes such good care of his baby.”
“Okay.”
He smacked my ass and I cried out, the skin still chastened from his spanking last night.
“What was that?” he whispered.
“Yes, sir,” I breathed.
“Good girl,” his fingers grazed my inner thigh, which was already wet, and he groaned. “Now, take off your shirt and stand at the foot of the bed until I tell you to move.”
With trembling fingers, I lifted the shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor, then I walked to the end of the bed and waited. Every inch of me felt hyper sensitive, my skin flushed and hot, while my breasts felt heavy, my nipples aching for stimulation. But I kept my hands to my sides while Darius walked around me slowly, taking me in. I could feel his gaze, like the faintest touch, as he devoured every inch of me.
When he was done, my thighs were damp and he took in a deep breath, nostrils flaring as his pupils dilated.
“I wonder if you’ll taste as good as you smell?” His voice was sinful and dark, and I shivered.
I watched in ecstasy as slowly, Darius stripped. I’d seen all of this before, but I was not even close to tired of it. As each expanse of skin was revealed I let myself memorize every scar, every stroke of ink on him. His muscles shifted under shoulders I wanted to grasp and hold onto as I rode him. His thighs, thick and hard, like a warrior’s, and those damn forearms that had tortured me for years, with their cords of muscles and perfect veins that ran to the backs of his strong, huge hands.
And last to be revealed, his perfect, enormous, fully erect cock.
I’d never really appreciated the male organ before; all the ones I’d glimpsed seemed average, and the ones using them weren’t exactly all that skilled at doing anything but getting their own pleasure.
But watching Darius grin at me, his tusks pulling his lips slightly as he gripped himself hard and stroked, I just knew that Darius would be quite different.
His cock sure was.
It was massive and veiny and a beautiful deep shade of green. His tip peeked out of his foreskin where clear liquid smeared. I longed to run my tongue over that tip, to run my fingers lightly underneath, where it pulsed. I didn’t have a lot of experience with blow jobs, but for the chance to get my mouth around that dick, I’d be a fast learner.
“You are hungry for it, aren’t you?” he growled.
“Yes, sir.”
“Soon, I’ll fuck your mouth and spill down the back of your throat. But first,” he laid down on the bed and I gasped at the sight of him like that, especially when he crooked a finger at me, “come here, and sit on my face.”
I stopped mid stride and stared at him.
“What?”
“You really gonna make me repeat myself?”
“I…um…”
He half sat up and frowned at me.
“What’s wrong, hasn’t anyone ever gone down on you before?”
I flushed, suddenly embarrassed as it became clear how little experience I had next to him.
“No,” I admitted. “The few guys I was with, they, um, they didn’t seem interested, and the only time I ever asked, I was…I mean he didn’t like the…”
My face felt so hot that I knew I had to be beat red. I didn’t want to tell Darius that the only guy I’d ever asked for oral had told me that he hated the way women smelled, and that I was too hairy down there. I had trimmed a bit since being rescued, but I hadn’t the chance to do more and while Darius hadn’t said a word about it, I was still self-conscious about how much there was, even though I kinda liked it.
Darius got up and knelt in front of me, his huge hands gripping my hips.
“Talk to me, baby, what’s wrong?”
“I just…I don’t want you to, um…I haven’t showered yet today and I don’t…”
“Oh, I see,” he nodded.
I wanted to step back, put a little distance between us because his face was now level with my bush and I had no idea what his sensitive Orc nose was smelling from down there. But before I could do anything, his hands tightened to hold me in place and he ran his nose through the hair on my mons, groaning like it was the best thing he’d ever smelled.
“Darius, you don’t have to—”
“Do you want me to give you pleasure with my mouth?”
I stared down at where he was still nuzzling my sex, wanting to say ‘yes’ but also afraid. What if I disgusted him down there?
Of course, he’s now nibbling at the top of my mons and…oh fuck!
He parted me with his thumbs and had ran the tip of his tongue at the top of my slit, grazing my clit.
“Nina, answer me,” he demanded, though gently. “Do you want me to eat this pussy? I won’t force you if you don’t, but I’m telling you right now that I’ve been dreaming of having you sit on my face for years now.”
“But what if it smells?”
The question rushed out of me, and I buried my face in my hands, shame slamming into me.
“It does smell,” he said.
And I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me.
“It smells perfect because it smells like you,” Darius licked me again, harder. “And fuck, it tastes even better.”
“Y-you’re not grossed out?”
“So that’s what this is about, some immature ass made you feel less than you are.” He shook his head and looked at me with such kindness. “No, baby, not even close. Will you let me show you how it’s supposed to be when someone wants to make you feel good?”
My nod was fast, jerky as all the breath left my lungs.
“Yes, yes, sir, please.”
He grinned up at me and before I could talk myself out of this or feel anything but nervous anticipation, Darius gripped me under my ass and lifted me as he stood. I wrapped my legs around his waist and gasped as his engorged cock sat between us, the blunt head rubbing my clit.
Darius groaned and for a second, he let me grind against him, his fingers dug into my sensitive ass cheeks, making it all the more salacious.
“Baby,” he panted, “I’m gonna…gonna fuck you so good, but before then, I need you…ah, fuck! I need you ready.”
“I am, I want you inside me.”
He swore a blue streak and then sat on the bed. For a second his tip was brushing against my opening, all I would have to do was lower myself and…
But he seized my hips, holding me in place before laying back and forcing me to scoot up his broad chest. I was sitting, naked and wet on his pecs, his fingers kneading my thighs.
“Now,” his eyes blazed, voice raspy and firm, “you’re going to sit on my face like a good girl, and I’m going to feast on you. When I’m done making you come as many times as I want, then you’re going to bounce on my cock. I’m not letting you leave this bed until we’re covered in one another. You understand?”
I could hardly speak. I’d fingered myself so many times dreaming of Darius fucking me, wanting me, and now here I was. All of it was within reach and all I had to do was trust him. Trust that he meant it when he said he wanted tongue fuck me.
“Okay…yes, sir.”
I moved up until my thighs were on either side of his head but I couldn’t bring myself to lower down at first. Darius ran his hands up and down the outside of my thighs, his tusks scratching the inside of my thighs while he kissed and bit me. When one of his hands reached up to my mons and then dipped lower, his thumb parting me and pressing right where I wanted him, I started to relax.
“That’s it, baby, trust me,” he murmured against my skin. “Sit down…let me taste you.”
The more he touched and kissed me the more I lowered myself until I was finally settled over his mouth.
“Darius, if you don’t like it, just tell me and I’ll…ow!”
He’d swatted my ass and as I jerked with the shock of it, his tongue darted out, caressing my cunt and I let loose a guttural moan that shocked me. The next thing I knew, Darius was attacking me, sucking and licking me like I was the finest meal he’d ever tasted. One hand was braced on my thigh, just above my knee, holding me in place while the other was still at the top of my mons, his thumb circling my sensitive pearl.
I moaned and began to roll my hips, the self-conscious fear fading as quickly as a tight, coiling sensation was rising in my body. It started in my lower belly and began to spread, warm and overwhelming everything else. While Darius’ hot, thick tongue thrust inside of me, his eyes never left mine and I couldn’t have looked away if I tried. He held me captive as he kept winding me up tighter and higher until everything broke.
I had thought last night was incredible, but it was nothing compared to this. He continued to eat me, tongue, fingers and lips working together to send me over an edge I never even saw coming, and suddenly I was crying and mewling as I rode his face. Then, the most shocking thing of all...
Wet warmth rushed from my body and for a horrifying second I thought I’d peed on him, but Darius didn’t balk or push me off him. If anything he was even more enthusiastic, and he kept his mouth on me until my body stilled and I felt simultaneously wrung out and perfectly beautiful.
I fell to the side, off of him, and Darius let me only so he could slide between my legs and kiss his way up my torso. His tusks left trails up my stomach to my breasts where his giant fingers took possession of them, rolling my pert buds between his fingers.
“You taste so good,” he said against my skin. “I could do that to you all day.”
“I-I’ve never felt that before! Did I…squirt?”
He grinned and nodded.
“So,” he bit around my breast, riling me up again, “I’m the only one who’s ever tasted you, and the only one to make you squirt.”
I chuckled at that, running my fingers across his smooth head.
“You are so proud of that, aren’t you?”
He growled at me in response, his red eyes flared as he stared at me, a predator about to devour his prey.
And I was more than happy to let him.
Darius teased me, kissing all around my nipple, but never taking it until I was begging him to please, please kiss me there.
He did better than that.
Without any warning, he drew one into his mouth and between his teeth, biting down on it just hard enough to elicit pain with pleasure chasing it as he sucked. His mouth popped off it and he blew air across it before going to the other. Back and forth until I was writhing on the bed, my slit soaked once again.
I’d had sex before, but never had I been worshiped and adored. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me. I was a treasure and Darius was the one who had claimed me for his own. I’d always thought falling in love and being with someone I felt that way about would be all fireworks and thrills. And while there was plenty of sparks shooting through my body as Darius caressed and kissed me, there was so much more going on.
I was safe, I was wanted. Not for my money or my father’s influence. Not for the power inside of me.
Darius just wanted me.
And I was more than happy to break off pieces of my soul and lay them at his feet. He was the only one in this world I trusted never to hurt me, never to betray me.
As those thoughts flooded my mind, my body followed suit and I was aching like I never had before. I never knew that there was this kind of emptiness inside of me, but I knew what would fill and sooth it.
“Darius…,” I pleaded.
“You ready to ride my cock?” His voice was so low, liquid sin and promises of debauchery, all rolled into one.
“Yes, yes please, sir.”
“I can’t go slow. Gods, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he drew my nipple in fast and released it with a pop, “…you’re a fucking dream, you know that?” His hands were everywhere now, pulling and kneading my soft flesh as he bit and kissed my chest. “I want to fuck you all day, drink down your juices, fill every part of you with me.”
“Okay,” I answered breathlessly.
He chuckled and crushed his lips to mine. His tongue filled my mouth, and I tasted myself on him. It was salty, musky and not at all disgusting.
“So sexy,” he bit my jaw, down my throat, “and you’re mine. Tell me, Nina.”
“I’m yours,” my arms and legs wrapped around him, “I’m all yours.”
“Baby…fuck, I need you…Use the colors, understand? I’m not going to be gentle.”
“I want that, fuck me hard, show me you, don’t hide anything. Please, I just…I just want all of you.”
He rolled us so that he was once again laying on his back and I was above him. But this time my drenched apex was positioned over his cock, which was weeping and glistening with precum.
I reached between us, my fingers not meeting as I seized him and stroked hard. He let loose an obscene groan that ended on a growl of pure primal lust. This was what I’d wanted for so long. Every man I’d been with, I had found myself imagining they were Darius, only to open my eyes and be disappointed. Every time I’d brought myself pleasure, it was his face I imagined but had felt empty at the end because he hadn’t been there to hold me.
Now, we were here, together and I was about to take him into my body, to finally have him.
“Look at me,” I said, not recognizing the husky, seductive sound of my voice.
His glowing eyes met mine as I lowered myself slowly onto him. My mouth parted on a gasp of shock and pleasure as he breached me. He was so thick that he wasn’t even a quarter of the way in and the stretch was already painful. But there was no way in hell I was stopping now. I didn’t care if he split me in half, I was going to know what it was like to be with the first male I’d ever loved.
“Darius,” I breathed. “Oh…God.”
“Baby…fuck…just…”
His body was tense, tendons standing out on his neck as Darius restrained himself. He was trying not to hurt me and while I had asked for him to unleash, I was grateful he was giving me a moment to get used to him.
I arched up and then back down, and brought him further inside of me.
I moaned his name over and over as he stretched me more.
He growled out words I didn’t understand and his head tossed from side to side on the bed, fingers digging so hard into the bedding under us that I heard a rip.
Up and down, he let me set the pace as I adjusted to him, until finally, he was seated completely inside of me. I’d never been so full, so stretched. I had been afraid that perhaps there would be no pleasure, just the pain of his entrance, but as I tested it, bouncing a bit, his girth hit that spot inside of me that I’d always heard about, but never had anyone stimulate before. I groaned, chasing it as my hips rolled up on down, my nails dug into his stomach.
“Nina…I need…,” Darius begged through clenched teeth.
“Take what you want from me, please.”
With a teeth-baring snarl, Darius’ hands grabbed onto my hips and suddenly I was not in control anymore. He lifted me and then slammed me down as he thrust up, driving his cock even deeper than I believed possible into me.
He was meeting the end of my channel each time, while also hitting that deliciously sensitive spot at the front of my cunt.
“Touch your little pearl,” he growled, his voice deeper. “Milk my cock.”
All it took was a brush of my fingers against the bud and I was mewling with the lick of fire that coursed through me. I was still so sensitive from his mouth and I couldn’t believe it but with two light caresses, I could feel the growing tide of another orgasm building fast.
“I-I…Darius…It’s too much.”
The strength of it was almost frightening. I’d never felt anything like this, the way my heart was responding as much as my body to being joined with him. I would never be the same, never feel the same after this. And I wanted it, but I was also scared of how devastating it was.
“I’ve got you baby,” he was grinding up into me, but one hand released my hip and cupped my cheek, fingers threading into my hair. “I feel it too.”
I opened my eyes to look into his, and saw it. That raw, beautiful heart of his shining back at me.
“I love you,” I gasped as he hit my G spot.
“I love you too…Nina…my beautiful…mate.”
I choked on a sob at those words, my fingernails digging into his chest.
“Yes,” I chanted as he once again became rough with me. “Yes Darius…I am…I am yours…”
Over and over I repeated it, a reassurance that made the deep waters of our passion traversable. I embraced it, knowing Darius was with me and that little moment of letting go was all it took for my body and heart to fly.,
The moment my orgasm went off, Darius discarded any restraint he was clinging to and started fucking me like a wild animal. Spittle flew from his mouth and he was grunting and snarling with each brutal thrust and slam of my body. Everything was so sensitive that the ferocity set off yet another orgasm, and this time I felt the tell-tale rush of wet.
I made myself look down and saw Darius, this huge, close off Orc become undone because of his love for me.
When his trembling stopped, Darius yanked me hard onto him and covered my face with kisses as he repeated my name. Tears were on my face, cum was coating my thighs and pussy, sweat slid down my spine and gathered in the crooks of my knees.
And I’d never felt more fucking sexy in my entire life.
The sound of our heavy breaths filled the room, the scent of us mingled into something new and wonderful. He must’ve tasted the salt on my face because Darius pressed me back enough to look in my eyes, worry creasing his brow.
“Did I hurt you?”
“No, I just…Darius,” my voice broke on a sob and I fell onto his chest.
I kissed every place I could get to, ran my tongue along the tattoos and then up to his throat until he dipped his head and let me kiss him, slow and deep.
“It was wonderful. Better than that, it was…”
“Yeah,” he whispered against my hair. “Yeah.”
His immense, strong arms banded around me, and I mourned his cock slipping from my body, as a rush of both of our fluids poured from me. But neither of us cared. I pressed my ear to his chest, and listened to his beloved heartbeat.
“Mine,” he whispered, mostly to himself I thought.
My fingers skated across his cheek and I looked up at him.
“I am you know. I always have been. All you ever had to do was ask. And you’re…are you mine, Darius?”
His forehead wrinkled in a frown and he caressed my cheek.
“From the moment I met you, I’ve been yours, Nina. It just took me a long time to get my head out of my ass.”
A laugh burst from my mouth and he grinned at me.
“I’m going to remember you said that.”
“No, it’s just for this moment. If you bring it up, I’ll deny I ever had my head in my ass.”
“Oh I have ways of making you admit it,” I said with a wicked grin.
“Now, of that, I have no doubt.”
His fingers lazily stroked up and down my spine while I lay partly on top of him, and we just held each other. Outside this room, the world was waiting to tear us apart, to put a bullet in our brains, to cast a spell to stop our hearts. There were risks everywhere, even in this house. I wasn’t blind to the way everyone was looking at me.
But all of that was so far away in this moment; it seemed like I’d waited forever to experience it. Darius was my first love, and if I had anything to say about it, he’d be my last too.