Page 57 of A Court So Dark
My fangs slid into place, and I nibbled her shoulder, making her shiver and practically melt in my arms. She abandoned all pretense of resistance and slid her hands over my torso, her fingernails raking over my taut muscles, payback for the scrape of my fangs.
In one swift motion, I swept her off her feet and cradled her to my chest. Finding the softest patch of moss, I laid her down, and knowing I had her full permission, I proceeded to thoroughly fuck her.
CHAPTER 20
DANIELLA
I’dtakeninthesharper quality of his cheekbones and jaw, and the way his dark blue eyes seemed to glow from within, and I’d known Wölfe had taken over.
But the truth was, I was beyond caring and attempting to make a distinction between Kalyll and Wölfe. That was what had driven me to climb on his lap and throw my arms around his neck in an attempt to make him feel better.
“The last time we were together, you hadn’t nearly died, and I hadn’t nearly given up.”
He’d thought everything lost, and the idea of his utter despair chiseled my heart in two. Then, of course, he’d grown paranoid, the way he always did. For all his bravado, he surely was insecure. Though there was nothing uncertain about him when he swept me off my feet, laid me down on the moss-covered ground, and pressed his body to mine.
The same part of me that had called him a bastard wanted to fight and tell him to stop, but there really was no point. I was done beating myself up about who I loved.
Kalyll… Wölfe… it didn’t make any difference.
When he fucked me, I liked it both tender and rough, and I knew what I was about to get right now. And it was exactly what I needed. Any other way, and I would cry. In the last few days, I’d also thought I lost him, thought I would never see him again. In that, we suffered equally.
So I didn’t want his tender kisses and caresses. I didn’t want whispered words of comfort in my ears. I wanted him to pound me, to fill all the hollows that pain had left behind with his rough growls and dirty talk.
“Open for me, melynthi,” he purred as he kissed his way along my thigh and hiked my dress to my waist.
I obliged, even as he pushed my knees apart, spreading me to an aching point. As he reached the hem of my panties, he pulled away, and in the next instant, I felt them snap, the rake of his claws up my belly letting me know he’d cut my underwear open.
With no regard for subtleties, he made a hungry sound and descended on me, his lips circling that aching nob at my peak, his tongue flicking it with force.
He sucked and licked, then slipped a finger into me, making me gasp as he pumped in and out. The finger curled and rubbed that raw spot inside me every time it came back in. His tongue and finger worked in unison. His free hand slipped under my butt, and he lifted me a bit higher for better access.
The sounds in the back of his throat would leave no doubt to anyone that he was feasting, enjoying something utterly delicious.
His rhythm was intense, making me feel the world was ending in the best way possible. He took my clit into his mouth and sucked harder. Pure ecstasy flowed through my veins like lava. My fingers dug into the dirt as pressure built inside me. I teetered at the edge of a precipice wanting more of this, but also wanting to jump and soar.
As if sensing where I stood, Wölfe slipped a second finger in and thrust harder. I plummeted. The moan that escaped me was release and want all at once. All my built-up tension was released, and I screamed as waves of pleasure washed over me. I writhed under him, surge after surge assaulting my body and leaving me completely at his mercy.
As I climaxed, his hands slid up and down my body. They cupped my breasts and pinched my peaked nipples, they caressed my spasming belly and graced my mound, making me aware of every ecstatic corner of my body and intensifying my pleasure, wringing out all I had to give.
When I was almost spent, he placed both hands on my hips and turned me over. Pulling me to my knees, he sheathed himself and unapologetically started pounding in and out. With each thrust, he reached deep, bringing tears of pleasure to my eyes.
He moaned and growled with abandon, his girth and length filling me to burst, reaching untouched places and pushing me to the edge once more.
Wölfe’s skin slapped against mine, and his fingers dug possessively into my flesh. He thrust violently and recklessly, eliciting cries of delicious pain and rapture from me. We both came at the same time, our cries of release sending a flock of birds flying off the branches above.
Spent, we collapsed to the ground, Wölfe’s weight resting reassuringly on top of me.
We slept like two abandoned kittens, curled up against each other, heads pillowed on the soft moss. At some point, the morning light peeking through the trees and the soft chirping of birds woke me up.
Kalyll—I knew it was him because his features weren’t as sharp as Wölfe’s—was already awake. His deep ocean eyes regarded me with an intensity that made my heart squeeze as if to take hold of this moment to never let it go.
I wanted to always remember this expression, this unshakable certainty of his love for me.
He licked his lips and said, “I can still taste you.”
I felt a blush climb up my neck and bloom on my cheeks. I was beyond caring whom I loved, but was he? He had said so once, but it was at a time when he’d seemed better able to control his wilder side.
“I do believe it is my turn,” he said, slowly climbing on top of me.
