Into the Darkness (Darkness #1)(39)

“Going to…oh!” Her body shuddered, her already tight core constricting like a fist.

His body blasted apart, his c**k shooting his seed deep into her, pumping it deeper still, needing a piece of him to remain within her as long as possible. Knowing that that wasn’t enough. Knowing he’d only be content if he remained in her forever.

He let his body push her down into the mattress, trapping her under him, unlocking a secretion that his race hardly ever used. He remained within her, meeting her lips and holding, while the primal side of him slipped out from under his logic. She was his. He’d always known it. So had she. It was as permanent in their hearts as it was now in their bodies. Fate had chosen.

So he let the primal side take over, lowering his neck to her once again, needing her to take more.

Chapter Seventeen

I awoke with a glorious stretch. “Ow.”

“Serves you right.” Charles sat in a chair off to the side, his knitting needles clicking.

“I’m sore.” Which was an understatement. Every single muscle felt like it’d been stretched.

Speaking of stretched… My lady bits ached, as if I’d been violated in the most pleasant of ways.

A dream came back to me, of Stefan moving over me, crushing me to the mattress, my body entwined with his. It had been the best dream I had ever had, equipped with the absolutely best orgasm I could imagine.

“Did…” This was going to sound really dumb. “Did the Boss…hang out in here? At all?”

Charles didn’t even look up. “Yup. He gave you more blood, pissing off that super bitch Darla to no end, and saved your life, yet again. Not that you deserved it.”

“How long are you going to be mad at me, exactly?”

“At least another day, then I’ll see how I feel.”

“You didn’t have sex with me, did you?”

I got a scathing glance. “As it stands, I will only consent to screw you because it would be a waste to refuse, but I will still be pissed.”

So no, then. “Huh.”

Click, click, click.

He tilted his head marginally, as if he couldn’t help asking, “So, does that mean you’re offering?”

I scoffed at him as I sat up slowly, my body feeling strung out and my lady bits sending shooting remembrances of pleasure to my body. “The Boss didn’t…”

The glance was sardonic this time. “He barely screws people of his own caliber, let alone dumb humans that ditch their faithful, loyal guards for a ridiculous human boyfriend that always manages to need a woman’s help. Talk about thinking highly of yourself…”

Right. That’s what I’d figured; but still, I was sore. Maybe it was just an effect of the magic. The rest of my body felt beat to hell, why not that part as well?

I tossed it out of my mind, stowing that delicious dream to the back of my head for later remembrance when I had some alone time to take matters into my own hands. My mind drifted to Jared. I cringed.

“How’s Jared?” I asked in a tiny voice.

Click, click, click.

“I’ll blow you for information…” I kept my voice even. He was just young enough to believe me.

“Lies.”

Or not.

“Jared has made a full recovery. This time. What’s going to happen next time…? I wonder. It isn’t him they’re after. For some stupid reason…”

I sighed. He’d hit directly on the problem. Since my infatuation with Stefan, and more so when I went searching for the living shadows, he’d been in danger constantly. I’d had to try and save him just as often. For a girl who could barely walk in a straight line without getting sidetracked by moving objects in the darkness, I wasn’t the best person to hang his hope on. Oh yeah, and I had no fighting skills, no arsenal besides a whistle and a letter opener, and no muscles. Jared was in the wrong hands.

I loved him, but I couldn’t play this game with him anymore. I didn’t know what my life held in store for me, but I had a feeling that, with that knitting oaf following me around, and my wires constantly crossing with a guy that tugged at the fibers of my being every time I saw him, it wouldn’t be normal.

All Jared had ever wanted was a wife, house, picket fence, and family. And while I might want that, too, I would have to go about it in a very different way. Part of me always suspected that—the part that figured I’d never have those things.

“Why were they after you, anyway?” Charles had lowered his pastime to stare at me.

I sighed, trying not to let my sinking heart squeeze out tears. Charles wouldn’t understand. “Because I rock, that’s why. Can you show me to Jared’s room?”

“Whatever gets you to stop the terrible jokes?”

Ten minutes later I sat in front of Jared at a tiny table used for teatime. As such, delicate cups with pastel flowers adorned polished, mahogany wood. Books sprawled behind us, lining giant, floor to ceiling bookcases.

Jared’s eyes stared at me with equal parts wariness and distance. A chunk of his hair was missing, leaving an angry red patch of scalp in its place. A bandaged wrapped around his shoulder, a Band-Aid by his ear. I hadn’t even opened my mouth and my heart ached.

“Hi, how are you feeling?” I started in a gentle voice.

“Does he have to be here?” Jared hid a point under the table, his finger aimed at Charles in the corner, back to his knitting.