Chapter 150: Over the Edge

(ALICE)

“My father is trying to humiliate you,” Darian says quietly. “He’ll be very angry with me that I’m not letting you attend these events. If you’re not there, and I accompany another female, it says nothing about you. But if you are there and I do that, it will be seen as an insult to my fated mate.

He’s playing politics, Alice. I’m trying to counteract his every move. I don’t want you to become a laughingstock because my father wants to be petty.”

“No disrespect, but I don’t like your father all that much.” I try to hide my hurt under my light tone. At times, I wonder if I’m weak. I should be getting angry. I should be telling Darian that he needs to stand up to his father and not escort anyone other than me. But I can’t say any of that to him. A part of me is worried he may get annoyed by my clinginess.

Aside from the fated mate bond tying the two of us together, if anyone were to ask me why Darian should choose me as his mate, I wouldn’t know how to answer. Deep down, I can’t understand what Darian sees in me. But these are the secrets and questions I hide deep inside my heart.

“I am not a huge fan of his, either, at the moment,” Darian chuckles. I feel him sniff my neck, and then he presses his teeth against me lightly, grazing my skin.

My body trembles. “What are you doing?”

“You smell nice,” he murmurs before pressing a kiss against my nape. He’s holding me to him, his chest against my back, his arms secure around my waist.

“I always smell like this,” I counter, but when I feel his lips trail down the side of my neck to my shoulder, I go still. “Darian?”

“Mm-hmm?”

“W–What’re you doing?” My eyes flutter shut when his teeth press against my shoulder. I feel a stab of pain and realize he’s broken the skin. His tongue laps at the blood from the small wound. This should annoy me, but a breathy moan escapes my lips.

His hand reaches under my shirt, ghosting over my skin.

“I’m very firmly against any hanky-panky,” I whisper, trying to make my voice firm and failing miserably.

I hear him laugh now. “Hanky-panky? I assure you, I’m not planning on any hanky-panky with you.” Before I can say anything, he gets to his feet, and after spinning me around, he pins me against the bed. “I’m planning to drive you crazy. Hanky-panky implies something else.”

“W–What?” Flustered, I try to think, but with his hand under my shirt, it’s not the easiest task. His fingers are leaving a trace of heat across my skin, and everything feels unbearably sensitive. “Darian!”

His hand cups my breast, and my face heats up. But when his thumb brushes against the hardened peak, I let out a wanton sound, and my lower body clenches.

“Look at you,” he murmurs in awe, hunger and desire in his eyes. “It’s like your body knows whom it belongs to. It reacts to my every touch.”

Before I can protest, he pulls down my shirt, revealing my chest, and his mouth descends onto one of my nipples. My back arches as his hot, wet mouth envelops the hard nub.

My fingers dig into his hair as I feel streaks of white-hot heat course through me, all the way down to my pussy. I can feel the wetness forming between my legs. Darian’s other hand begins toying with my other nipple, and all reason escapes me. I can’t form a single coherent thought in my head.

Nobody has ever touched me like this, and I’m dazed and overwhelmed. My legs twist and press together as the desire builds. Someone is whimpering, and I belatedly realize that the sound is coming from me.

Darian laps at my nipples, teasing me, making me gasp, and when his teeth sink into the hard flesh, I cry out.

He growls under his breath, and his hand dives into my shorts. “Open your legs.”

The order is absolute, one I don’t even think of disobeying. I throw my head back in a drawn-out moan when he runs one thick finger against my slit, rubbing back and forth, gathering the juices. His fingertip brushes against the sensitive bundle of nerves, and I whimper at the shock of electricity that shoots through me.

“Darian!” I gasp out his name when I feel that same finger wiggling its way inside my hole. It’s an uncomfortable stretch but not painful. Once he has fully pierced my pussy, he moves the finger around. I moan at the strange sensation, my toes curling at the invasion that’s making me feel all sorts of things.

“Do you like that?” he whispers against my ear, his voice husky. When I don’t reply, he moves his other hand from my chest to my neck and wraps it around it. “Alice, I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling his fingers press against my neck in a possessive hold. My mind is foggy with desire. He’s touching me in all sorts of ways, forcing me to experience things that are foreign to me and progressively driving me insane.

The feeling of invasion inside me changes into a devastating form of pleasure as he moves his finger in and out. When he adds another finger, my nails dig into his shoulder desperately, needing to hold onto something to combat this intense pleasure coursing through me.

“Darian!” I half sob as the pleasure intensifies into something so dizzying that I can’t breathe. It’s climbing and arching, and his fingers are pumping in and out of me at a pace I can’t keep up with. My own hips are moving, seeking the crescendo, and when I reach it, Darian’s hand tightens around my neck. My body is completely under his control, and it destroys me. I crash, my vision blurred, a dazzling electricity scoring through my veins.

I hear myself screaming, and then the cry is swallowed by Darian’s heated kiss. His fingers are still moving inside me, and I ride out the orgasm, his mouth invading mine, forcing me to feel every inch of his tongue. He’s all I can see, smell, and feel. My whole world has become centered around him. Nothing outside of him exists.

I have lost myself in Darian.

His mouth trails down my neck, biting my shoulder, leaving sharp stinging sensations that are as pleasureful as they are painful. When he finally pulls back, I look at him with dazed eyes as he takes off his shirt, revealing hard abs and a toned, muscular body. With his clothes on, he presents a lean physique, but Darian has been hiding his dangerous body this whole time. I feel my lower muscles tense with need as I watch those muscles move while he’s removing his pants. Without thinking, I reach out to touch them, and he stiffens.

“Careful, Alice,” he warns, his hand curling around mine in a tight grip. “I’m having a hard time holding myself back.”

“That was you holding back?” I choke, recalling what he just put me through.

He chuckles darkly, leaning down till his arms are on either side of me on the bed. “Do you know what I want to do to you every time I see you? You make me want to consume you. I want to see you ruined in my arms, only my name on your lips. I want you sweaty and trembling, my essence carved on your very breath. I want my marks covering your skin, from my teeth, my claws. I want to devour you, Alice. You drive me wild.”

His words rob me of my ability to speak, the sheer darkness of his desires both terrifying me and arousing me.

When he kisses me, I close my eyes, leaning into his touch. He’s supporting himself above me with one forearm still on the bed. His other hand is gliding over my stomach and into my shorts, which he promptly pulls off.

My arms wrap around his neck, and suddenly, he’s pulling me upright. He sits on the edge of my bed, positioning me in his lap once again. Only this time, the difference is that his ramrod-hard cock is poking at me, and he’s spreading my legs to accommodate him.

When he enters me, my first reaction is to turn stiff. The size of his cock is much different from his fingers, and at my slight resistance, Darian goes completely still. “Alice?”

“It–It’s fine,” I breathe, clutching him. It doesn’t hurt, but there’s a burning sensation that is uncomfortable.

“You’re a virgin?” Darian sounds so shocked that I laugh through my tears. “No shit.” I can feel him beginning to panic, but I don’t want to let go of this moment. I grab his cheeks, forcing him to look at me. “By choice,

Darian. I’ve never trusted anybody to be this vulnerable with them. You’re the first because I trust you.”

His eyes heat up, and I decide to be the one to kiss him this time. Darian smiles as I do, and I wrap my arms around his neck as he begins to move slowly inside me. The uncomfortable sensation is replaced by a pleasurable one that has me moaning. His hips rock against mine, and I press against him, delirious and wanton. He’s so thick, his cock rubbing every sensitive nerve.

“Come on,” Darian murmurs against my lips.

My shirt is now bunched around my waist, and as I begin to bounce on his fat cock, sounds leave my mouth that I would otherwise be too ashamed to make. He’s watching me, a ravenous hunger in his eyes. His mouth latches onto my nipple as I move on top of his shaft, fucking myself.

I shatter within minutes, but Darian is just getting started. Still impaled on his cock, I feel him spin me around and then press me into the bed.

“Hold on tight,” he orders. I’ve barely gotten a grip on the bed when I feel him start pounding me. Sharp, long strokes that have me howling.

The pleasure is intense. My whole body is trembling as he chases his own release. In the process, he pushes me over the edge once more. I claw at the sheets, burying my face in the bed, trying to muffle the sounds of my cries.

But Darian’s hand grabs my hair, pulling my head back, and his voice is hoarse and demanding. “I want to hear you.”

I scream out his name as he fucks me through my orgasm. I feel him spill inside me, and I go limp on the bed, exhausted and trembling, strung out from the multiple orgasms he has forced out of me. Darian’s hands are unsteady as he picks me up and pulls off my shirt. Depositing me back on the bed, he’s about to lie down next to me when I feel him pause. Dazed, I look at him and catch him staring at my ankle.

“Darian?”

He looks at me and grins.

When he pounces, I know he’s nowhere near done with me.

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