Chapter 67 A threat caused by jealousy!
Chapter 067
DARIUS
I could sense the challenge in her tone and Atlas rose up, excited about it.
I guided her into a turn, my hand on her lower back, feeling the heat of her skin.
As she came back, she rolled her hips against me again, slower this time, more deliberate.
My breath hitched, cock responding instantly. Desire flooded through me, mixed with a vulnerability I hated but could not ignore.
She was the enemy, but in this moment, she was everything.
I wanted her—wanted to forget the hate, the plans, the pack. Just feel this.
"You are driving me mad," I admitted, my voice a whisper against her hair. My hands explored her waist, pulling her into another grind.
She shivered again, and it made me smile, satisfaction mixing with the ache in my chest.
"Good," she said, her smirk widening as she bent low once more, twerking against me with perfect rhythm.
My grip tightened, emotions crashing—lust, confusion, a deep need I could not name. The world did not exist. Only her.
But then doubt flickered. What was I doing? Dancing with her like this, without a single care.
But then my hand found her waist almost instinctively, settling there like it belonged, and the moment I touched her properly, my wolf howled in pure satisfaction.
The sound echoed through my entire being, drowning out everything else.
Then reality crashed back in again but this time with brutal force. What was I doing? What had I just done?
The realisation hit me like a physical blow, and I felt betrayed by my own actions, by my own traitorous body that had moved without permission from my brain. I released her immediately and stormed off towards the exit, pushing through the crowd of dancing bodies without caring who I shoved aside.
The cool night air hit my face as I burst through the doors, but it did nothing to calm the raging storm inside me. I gripped the metal railing of the balcony hard enough that my knuckles turned white, breathing hard whilst moonlight seemed to glow faintly under my skin. Atlas was too close to the surface, pushing and pushing, trying to break free.
I heard footsteps behind me and knew without turning around that it was her. Ravenna. Of course she had followed me out here.
"Darius," she called out softly, her voice cutting through the night.
I did not turn to face her, keeping my eyes fixed on the dark street below. "Go back inside, Ravenna."
"No," she replied firmly, and I could hear her moving closer. "Not until you explain what just happened in there."
I laughed bitterly, the sound harsh even to my own ears. "Nothing happened. Nothing that matters anyway."
"That is rubbish and you know it," she shot back, her voice rising with frustration. "You cannot just grab me like that, dance with me, and then run away without explanation."
I finally turned to face her, and the sight of her standing there in the moonlight made my chest ache. "You are dangerous for my focus," I managed to get out, though my voice cracked embarrassingly on the last word. "You distract me. You make me lose control."
"I do not understand you at all," she whispered, shaking her head in confusion.
I knew it was completely useless at this point. I was getting attracted to her despite every effort I made to fight against it, and no matter how hard I tried to deny it or push it away, it was utterly useless. The bond was there, pulling at me constantly, and I was tired of pretending it did not exist.
But I could not just give in. I could not just surrender to this thing between us.
"Forget whatever happened back there," I forced myself to say, my words coming out harsher than I intended. "We are still enemies, Ravenna. I still hate you. I still want you out of the academy and off my ice. Nothing has changed."
Her expression shifted from confusion to hurt to pure anger in the span of seconds. "I am so tired of your moods, Darius. I am exhausted from trying to understand you. One minute you are pulling me close, the next you are pushing me away. Which is it? What do you actually want from me?"
Atlas lunged forward internally with such force that I stumbled slightly, and before I could stop myself, I was moving towards her.
My feet carried me forward until we stood chest to chest, so close I could feel the heat radiating off her body and see the rapid rise and fall of her breathing.
We were both breathing hard, staring at each other with an intensity that made the air between us crackle with electricity.
The moonlight cast shadows across her face, highlighting the curve of her cheekbones and the fullness of her lips. My hands itched to reach out and touch her again, to pull her against me and never let go.
We stood there for what felt like hours but was probably only moments, neither of us willing to back down or look away first. The tension was so thick I could practically taste it.
Finally, I leaned in slightly and whispered, my voice rough and low, "Stop being near Dorian."
Her eyes widened in surprise, and then something fierce and defiant flashed across her face. She stepped even closer, eliminating what little space remained between us, and tilted her chin up challengingly. "Or what?"
A grin spread across my face slowly, one I knew looked devilish and probably dangerous. I saw her confidence waver for just a moment, saw a flicker of something that might have been fear or excitement cross her features.
"Or I will make you," I promised darkly.