Chapter 170 Masked archer
"It is simple. I have mixed the right ingredients to form this balm here that will be applied to the wound, the bandage will be plastered on the wound to seal the open gash. The king will heal in a matter of one day do not worry"
I settled on the space beside him, inching close enough to help him. His watched me, his eyes following my every action but I refuse to meet his gaze. Darius wrapped his fist around the arrow, his eyes still cast on me. Roughly he tugs it out and I wince, my wide eyes finally meeting his.
"Why did you do that!?" I screamed, discarding the tray to the side and in my haste almost knocking it to the ground. I sprung up, holding onto Darius. "What were you thinking!?"
He remained speechless, just staring at me continuously. I paid him no mind and went ahead to start unbuttoning his suit. He didn't protest but helped me take it off along with his tunic and he was left shirtless. Blood trailed down his open wound, making my heart shatter the more I saw the wound and what he had to go through all becausr of me.
A lone tear slipped down my cheek as I reached back for the paste that Monroe had made. Gently I cleaned up his wound and applied the paste, careful to not apply even a little bit of pressure to avoid putting him in too much pain. I was a bit confused that he did not groan in pain nor did he should any reactions to me. After properly covering his wound I unrolled the bandage and began wrapping it around his gash, I maneuvered, kneeling before him.
Once I was done I felt strong rough tatted hands grab onto me. I gazed up to see Darius watching me with concerned eyes, his gaze following the trail of tears that have stained my cheeks. He pulled me up into his lap, his hands wrapping tightly around me. I wrapped my little ones around his neck, burying my face into the crook of his neck sniffling with the liquid pain and anguish tainting his inked skin. "I'm so sorry. Y-you had to take an arrow all for me and now you are injured and hurt because of me, this is all my fault. I have caused you nothing b-but trouble once a-again" I sobbed, hiccups obstructing my words but Darius got everything, his hand soothing out my hair, his lips placing gentle kisses on the crown of my head and on my neck trying to comfort me.
He hushed me, his hand grabbing firm hold of the nape of my neck he guided my face to his, making sure I was staring into his eyes, "Don't you ever say that. You never cause me trouble my love, this was not your fault in any way" he swiped at my tears, placing kisses on the apples of my cheeks.
"B-but you got hurt because the arrow was aimed at m-me.. " Darius cut me off as he closed any space between us when his lips met mine.
At first I was too taken aback to respond but he wasted no time in turning the kiss into one driven with passion, his lips and hot tongue dancing with mine. Immediately I had forgotten what I was about to say as the words left my mind instantly. My brain was nothing but mush as I melted into the kiss, loving how intimately he held onto me, like the most precious of gems that could shatter if handled roughly. My hands found their way into his curls, tugging and pulling, eliciting a low growl from the depths of his throat. The sound sent a vibration through my body that had me moaning out.
Suddenly in my hazy sex induced high I remembered Darius was injured and we could go no further. I pulled away, pursing my lips as I watched Darius stare at me, the look of pure carnal desire and hunger practically pouring out of his gaze. He licked his lips shamelessly, forgetting he had been the victim of an attack few hours back.
"We can't" I shook my head, dragging my eyes away from his down to his bandaged wound. I let my hand rest on the spot, my heart hurting like the arrow had pierced through it instead.
"You should be resting, not trying to make me feel any better. Especially not trying to initiate anything" I cast my gaze away, making a move to get up but Darius was having none of it.
"And who says I cannot handle my injury? I am perfectly capable of making you beg for me with a thousand more of these gashes so do not question your king" he winked, a wolfish smile revealing his still extended canines, making him look even sexier than he did at the moment. His topless, bare body covered in dark carvings and white bandage, his beautiful curls falling softly onto his shoulders. They had grown out a bit longer. Somehow everything about him always managed to make my ovaries ache and the sinfully suggestive look he was giving me right now was not making things better.
"I- you should not be thinking of such things right now" I tried to hide the quiver in my voice but failed miserably. "Let me get you a change of clothes, you cannot stay shirtless all day"
My gaze subtly dragged to his perfect contoured muscles, his tight roped skin rippling with intricately woven markings. His toned arms, chiseled features that had a rugged edge to it and his immaculately sculpted chest. He looked so devastatingly handsome it should be considered a crime.
"You don't seem to have a problem drooling over me without a shirt on, so I do not have an issue having your eyes on me all day. We both are at an advantage here" He reasoned cheekily, making a blush blossom across my nose.
I cleared my throat, tearing my gaze away "Who would do such a thing? If there is someone out there that hates me this much then it is a danger for me to be seen outside the castle with you. I wouldn't want to put you at risk of getting hurt because of me"
"I do not care my love. Audrey hear me" Darius pinched my jaw, turning my gave to his. "I do not care what I have to go through, this wound is miniscule compared to the hell I am willing to go through for you my beloved. No wound, war, army or god is strong or powerful enough to keep me away from you. I will burn everything to the ground if you so much as ask it of me"
His words made my eyes go wide in shock. I would have questioned his seriousness but his eyes locked onto mine, burning with a fierce intensity that branded me as his.