Chapter 35 #3
More. I heard his voice in my mind, sounding as needy and frantic as I felt.
Gods, I needed more. I wanted more.
“Elvara.”
My name on his lips sounded like a prayer, and I obeyed him, sinking two fingers inside and gasping at how easily they slipped in.
“Are you wet for me, heir?”
I think he meant to say it like he used to, with disdain and disgust, but somehow it came out gentle—vulnerable, even. Like I was a plea he should never speak out loud.
“Yes,” I panted as I pulled out my fingers, using the wetness sticking to them to swirl my clit and rub it faster—harder—until another whimper left my mouth.
“Fuck. I can feel you as if it’s my fingers working you,” Darcke growled. “My cock is so hard from watching you.”
My eyes crushed shut, and I sank my teeth into my lips not to turn to look.
I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. I barely could now, with that desperation that was as much Darcke’s as it was my own firing through me, setting every nerve alight.
As I started riding my hand, using the other to hold myself up, I pretended it was Darcke’s fingers pounding into me, preparing for the thick cock I could hear him rub behind me.
“I wish it was me,” he said hoarsely. “I wish I could spread your legs and use my mouth to taste your sweet pussy.” Skin sliding over skin sounded behind me.
“I would start with one finger, then add more until you were a wreck for me, dripping down your thighs. Only then would I press into you, so fucking slowly, savoring every inch.”
I moaned as I rubbed my bud faster, moving my body against my hand to create more friction.
It felt so fucking good.
“Gods,” I breathed.
“This is all you.” He panted, and I could feel that he was close. “Not some divine assholes. Now, finish.”
A choked sound left me as I arched my back, sliding a finger deep inside while continuing to work my clit. My head fell back, my hand moving faster, my finger penetrating deeper until I couldn’t hold back.
With Darcke’s shuddering groan surrounding me, I came apart. The sensation was stronger than I’d ever felt before as he came right with me, his convulsions and mine weaving across the bond until we were a mess of sweat and heavy and hot limbs.
As I slid my hand out of my trousers, I heard Darcke pull his own up.
“Turn around,” he ordered quietly. “Slowly.”
Despite what we’d just done, more heat flared within me.
He was on edge as well, balancing on the border of insanity, and when his eyes collided with mine, his body jerked forward like an arrow let go too soon.
Darcke groaned as he took me in, his eyes moving impossibly slow over my body, until they reached what I guessed were furiously flushed cheeks.
“Fucking Hel,” he whispered.
Shaking his head, he gestured for me. “Come on.”
I nervously fidgeted with my tunic, trying to quell another onslaught of need. “Where?”
“To the others.” Darcke turned as if it pained him. “Quickly.”
“Why?” I could barely breathe at whatever I felt from him.
His eyes were black when he stilled mid-turn. “Because if I stay here alone with you any longer, I cannot be held accountable for my actions.”
My throat closed, but I managed to follow him across my ship. When we neared the brow, my feet started dragging. Darcke turned, putting us too close together, and his hand covered his eyes when heaviness settled between my legs once more.
“Why are you stopping?” he asked in the raspiest, most alluring fucking voice I’d ever heard.
It took my every effort to get the words out. “We… we probably shouldn’t go over there together.”
Darcke’s lips lifted into a wide, beautiful smile. “I promise you. They won’t notice.”
“How do you know?” I asked, fighting the urge to lace my fingers with his.
My body went as still as a wooden figurehead when Darcke took the hand I’d used to touch myself in his and lifted it to his face.
I don’t think either of our hearts beat as he slipped the finger that had just been inside me into his mouth and slowly sucked off whatever wetness remained, his eyes holding mine hostage the entire time.
The desire racking Darcke’s body, and in turn mine, was madness. Incurable cursed madness.
“They won’t notice because they’re crazed with desire from the drug Geord put in their drinks,” Darcke said.
“So are we, and we can hold a rational thought.” Barely.
I didn’t recognize my voice. It was like someone else was speaking. I could only focus on how Darcke kissed my palm as if it was the most natural thing in the world, before lifting a smug face to mine.
“We didn’t drink any wine with the drug.”
I frowned. I’d had several cups of wine. “Yes, we did.”
He tilted his head. “No. We didn’t.”
“Yes. We did!” I gestured ahead. “I drank from the barrels.”
“Did you really? Because I’m quite sure you only drank from the cups your friends gave you.”
“What?” I laughed nervously as I gestured between us with the hand still burning from his touch. “What would you call this, then?”
Lunacy. Insanity. Utter ruin.
His smile nearly sent me to my knees.
“About. Fucking. Time.”