CHAPTER 156

CHAPTER 156
SELENE

The kiss was deep, claiming, his tongue sliding against mine like he was trying to devour every second we’d been apart. 

I moaned softly into his mouth and threaded my fingers through his dark hair, tugging hard enough to make him growl. 

The low, rumbling sound vibrated straight through his chest and into mine, sending a fresh rush of heat straight to my core.

He pulled back just enough to rip his shirt over his head, revealing the hard, sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen. 

My mouth went dry at the sight. 

Then his hands moved to his belt, eyes locked on mine with dark hunger as he shoved his pants down. 

His cock sprang free — thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip and flushed dark with need.

“Strip,” he ordered, voice rough with command. 

“Now.”

I didn’t hesitate. 

I yanked my shirt off, then shoved my pants and underwear down my legs. 

The cool cave air kissed my heated skin, but it did nothing to calm the ache between my thighs.

Darius sat down on the smooth cave floor, back against the wall, legs spread. 

His cock stood hard and proud against his stomach, thick veins pulsing visibly.

“Come here,” he said, voice dark velvet. 

“Grind that pretty pussy on me.”

I straddled him, knees on either side of his hips. 

The moment my slick folds dragged along the underside of his cock, we both groaned. 

He was so hot, so hard. 

I rolled my hips slowly, sliding my wet slit up and down his length, coating every inch of him with my arousal. 

My clit rubbed perfectly against the thick head on every pass, sending sharp sparks of pleasure through me.

Darius leaned forward and captured one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard while his tongue flicked over the sensitive peak. 

I cried out, arching into him as he switched to the other breast, teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver.

“That’s it,” he growled against my skin. 

“Use me. Grind that needy little cunt all over my cock like the desperate girl you are.”

I moaned louder, rolling my hips faster, sliding my slick pussy up and down his shaft. 

The wet, filthy sounds of my arousal coating him filled the cave. Every time the head of his cock nudged my clit I whimpered, getting closer and closer.

But Darius had other plans.

Just as I felt that delicious pressure building toward release, he pulled his mouth from my breast and whispered against my ear:

“Stop.”

The word hit me like a command wrapped in silk and steel.

My body froze instantly — hips stilled, muscles locked, pleasure suspended right on the agonizing edge. 

My thighs trembled with the effort of obeying, every nerve screaming in protest.

What the fuck — he’s using his vampire powers now? I thought, half-frustrated, half-deliriously turned on. 

Of course he is. Controlling, smug, sexy bastard. He couldn’t just let me come like a normal person. No, he has to edge me with ancient mind tricks like it’s foreplay.

The orgasm I’d been chasing slipped away like smoke through my fingers, leaving me aching and empty.

He smirked up at me, eyes blazing bright red with hunger and wicked satisfaction.

“Good girl.”

After a few torturous seconds of watching me tremble on the edge, he kissed the sensitive spot beneath my ear and murmured, low and velvet-dark:

“Go.”

The compulsion released.

I cried out in relief and immediately started grinding again, harder this time, chasing that high desperately. 

My hips rolled in frantic circles, slick folds sliding along his thick, hard shaft with wet, obscene sounds that filled the cave.

Darius sucked harder on my nipple, tongue flicking mercilessly while his hands gripped my ass, spreading me open and encouraging every desperate roll of my hips.

We played this game over and over.

He brought me right to the edge — whimpering, shaking, begging with every frantic grind — then commanded “Stop” and held me there, trembling and denied, right on the razor’s edge of release.

Each denial lasted longer.

Each time I came back more frantic, more soaked, more achingly needy.

With just a wave of his fingers, he unfroze my mouth.

“— I can’t take it anymore,” I gasped, voice raw and broken. 

“Please let me fucking come or I swear I’ll figure out how to hex your dick into a useless limp noodle the second I get my powers under control.”

Darius’s low, dark laughter vibrated through his chest and straight into me. The sound was pure wicked amusement, laced with raw, hungry lust.

“Oh, I’d love to see you try, mate,” he purred, still buried deep inside me, thick and throbbing. His fingers flexed on my hips, holding me perfectly still while my walls clenched desperately around him. 

“I’d love to watch my fierce little fae try to curse me while I’m balls-deep in this greedy, dripping pussy. But until then…”

He rolled his hips once, slow and deliberate, dragging the thick head of his cock against that perfect spot inside me and ripping a broken whimper from my throat.

“…you’ll come when I say you can.”

His fingers teased my swollen clit with slow, feather-light strokes while I couldn’t even twitch. 

“But right now you’re going to stay right here… dripping, aching, and clenching around my cock like the needy little slut you are.”

I glared at him, eyes watering with frustration and desperate need.

“You absolute sadistic bastard,” I gasped, voice trembling.

“I’m going to make you regret every second of this.”

He cut me off with a filthy, claiming kiss, tongue stroking deep into my mouth like he owned every moan I made. 

When he pulled back, his eyes were glowing bright red, raw hunger and wicked amusement burning in them.

“Do your worst,” he whispered, voice dark and velvet-rough with filthy promise.

“But right now… I want you dripping. I want you sobbing for my cock. Now… go.”

The command slammed through me like liquid fire.

I slammed my hips down with a broken moan, sliding my soaked pussy frantically along his thick shaft. 

The swollen head of his cock caught against my entrance on one desperate pass and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I pushed down hard.

The blunt, thick head stretched me open as I sank onto him, taking every rigid inch in one long, greedy slide until he was buried to the hilt inside me. We both groaned loudly — the sound echoing off the cave walls like a prayer and a curse at the same time.

“Fuck, Selene,” he snarled, head falling back against the rock. His fingers dug into my hips, hard enough to bruise, holding me down as my walls clenched and fluttered wildly around his cock. 

“So fucking tight. So wet. This greedy little pussy swallowed every inch like it was made for me.”

I whimpered, forehead pressed to his shoulder, trembling as I adjusted to the overwhelming fullness. 

He was so deep, stretching me perfectly, pulsing hot and hard inside me. The pleasure was almost too much after all the teasing.

Darius’s hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair as he tugged my head back gently, forcing me to meet his burning gaze.

“Look at me,” he growled softly. 

“I want to watch you fall apart on my cock.”

Then he thrust up hard, driving even deeper, and I shattered with a cry.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cave as I fucked myself on him, breasts bouncing with every frantic movement. 

Darius watched me with pure, devouring hunger, one hand moving between us to rub tight, merciless circles over my swollen clit.

“That’s my girl,” he growled, voice rough with lust. 

“Ride my cock like you own it. Take what you need.”

Just as I reached the breaking point — right on the razor’s edge of that shattering release — the smug, sadistic vampire pulled back and whispered against my ear:

“Stop.”

My body locked instantly again.

I hovered there, trembling violently on the brink, unable to move, unable to grind, unable to do anything except feel the devastating, aching denial.

I glared at him, fury and frustration burning through every nerve.

Darius’s dark eyes gleamed with wicked satisfaction as he watched me struggle. 

His hand stayed between my thighs, two thick fingers lazily stroking through my soaked folds, circling my swollen clit with slow, teasing pressure while I couldn’t even twitch.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and filthy. 

“Soaking my fingers, dripping down my hand, and you can’t even move. So desperate. So close. I can feel this greedy little pussy fluttering, trying so hard to cum for me… but it won’t. Not until I say so.”

His fingers kept moving — slow, deliberate strokes, dipping just inside me enough to make my inner walls clench around nothing, then sliding back up to torment my clit again. I was burning. 

Aching. 

So close it hurt.

You absolute bastard, I thought viciously. 

I’m going to kill you. Slowly. With my bare hands. Or maybe I’ll sit on your face until you suffocate — fucking sadistic moron.

I tried to move. 

Tried to grind down on those teasing fingers.

Nothing.

My body remained perfectly still, trapped in his command while my mind screamed.

Darius chuckled darkly, pressing a soft, mocking kiss to my trembling lips.

“So pretty when you’re angry and desperate,” he whispered, voice dark and dripping with wicked satisfaction. “I could keep you like this for hours.”

That was it.

Something inside me snapped.

I needed to use my powers. I needed to teach my fucking mate a lesson.

My body refused to obey me, trapped by his compulsion while he continued his cruel little game, rubbing my soaked pussy with lazy, confident strokes. Two thick fingers curled perfectly inside me, stroking that devastating spot while his thumb circled my swollen clit with maddening precision.

Concentrate, I told myself, jaw clenched so tight it ached. Not on how good his fingers feel. Not on how full and wet and fucking needy I am. Focus on your power. That spark. Break it.

The fae spark inside my chest flared hotter, wild and bright, pushing against the invisible cage he’d wrapped around me. I poured every ounce of frustration into it — the burning anger, the aching denial, the pure, seething rage at being held right on the edge like a toy for his amusement.

Darius smirked, clearly enjoying my silent struggle. He pushed his fingers deeper, curling them just right while his thumb kept torturing my clit with slow, teasing pressure.

“So pretty when you’re angry and dripping,” he purred, eyes glowing red. “I could keep you like this for hours.”

Fuck you.

I honed in on that bright, wild spark, feeding it all my fury until it roared inside me like wildfire ready to consume everything. Then, with everything I had, I mentally screamed:

RELEASE.

The word exploded through me like a thunderclap.

Darius’s hold shattered.