CHAPTER 157

CHAPTER 157
SELENE 

RELEASE.

The word exploded through me like a thunderclap.

Darius’s hold shattered.

I gasped as control slammed back into my body. Without hesitation, I slammed my hips down hard, impaling myself on every thick, veiny inch of his cock in one brutal, punishing thrust. We both groaned loudly as I started riding him with furious, frantic need — chasing the orgasm he’d stolen from me again and again.

“You think this is funny?” I hissed, voice shaking with frustration and raw lust as I bounced on his cock, my soaked pussy swallowing him to the hilt with every angry downward slam.

“Edging me like some pathetic toy? Using your fucking vampire powers to hold me right on the edge while you watch me squirm? I’m going to make you fucking pay for that, you smug bastard.”

“Make me pay,” he growled, voice low and filthy, hands gripping my hips bruisingly tight as he thrust up to meet me, driving his cock even deeper. 

“Go on then, Selene,” he rasped, smirking like the smug bastard he was. 

“Tell me exactly how you’re going to make me pay,” he rasped, eyes glowing with filthy hunger. 

“Are you going to ride me until I’m begging? Edge me for hours and then leave me aching and leaking without letting me come? I’d love to see you try, baby. Tell me all the dirty ways you’re going to punish this cock.”

I let out a breathless, angry laugh, eyes narrowing even as I kept slamming down on him, my soaked pussy taking every thick inch with wet, obscene sounds.

“Oh, you want details?” I hissed, voice shaking with frustration and raw lust. 

“Fine. I’m going to ride this fat cock until you’re the one sobbing like a desperate little whore. I’ll edge you for hours — days if I feel like it — until your balls are aching and your cock is leaking all over yourself like a pathetic faucet. Then, right when you’re about to explode, I’ll climb off and leave you there, throbbing and denied, while I finger myself right in front of you and make you watch me come without you. How does that sound, Your Highness? You want me to punish this cock? I’ll make it my personal toy and ruin it for anyone else.”

Darius groaned, the sound low and wrecked, his hips snapping up harder to meet my furious rhythm. His fingers dug deeper into my ass, spreading me open as I rode him like I was trying to break him.

“Fuck, Selene,” he snarled, voice rough with lust. 

“Keep talking like that and I might actually let you try.”

I clenched hard around him on the next downward stroke, squeezing his cock like a vice just to hear him hiss.

“Xocky bastard. You think this is a game?” I gasped, grinding my swollen clit hard against the base of his thick shaft with every angry roll of my hips. 

“You’ve been teasing me for what feels like hours, holding me right on the edge with your stupid vampire powers while I drip all over you like a desperate slut. The second I figure out how to use my power properly, I’m going to edge you until you cry. Until you’re begging me to let you fill me up like the needy bastard you are. Until this thick cock is so sensitive you can’t even look at me without leaking everywhere.”

I leaned down and crashed my mouth against his in a filthy, angry kiss, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw a deep growl from his chest. 

Our tongues tangled, wet and aggressive, as I kept riding him with punishing rolls of my hips, my soaked pussy sliding up and down every veiny inch.

Then I pulled back just enough to glare into his glowing red eyes, our lips still brushing.

“So go ahead,” I whispered viciously against his mouth. 

“Keep edging me. Keep playing your little game. Because when I finally turn the tables… I’m going to make you regret every single second you made me wait.”

Darius’s eyes flashed brighter, a dark, satisfied smirk curling his lips even as he thrust up into me harder, driving his cock deeper with every brutal snap of his hips.

“Fuck, I love when you get mean,” he growled, voice wrecked with lust. 

One hand tangled in my hair, yanking me back down into another searing kiss. 

His tongue fucked my mouth in time with his cock slamming into my pussy, deep and possessive.

I moaned into the kiss, nails raking down his chest, but I pulled back again, panting, refusing to let him take full control.

My heart started beating in my chest, excitement rushing through me as I regained control of my body. I squeezed my fingers into his shoulders and kissed him hard, grinding my hips against him once again as I readied myself for my hard-earned orgasm. 

I was so pent up now that it only took seconds to reach the breaking point. Part of me was terrified he would stop me again

“You think you can just command me to wait or stop?” I hissed, grinding down hard, clenching my walls around him like a vice. “Hold me on the edge like your personal fucktoy while I’m dripping and shaking for you? I should squeeze this fat cock until you’re the one sobbing for release. I’m your fucking mate, not some disposable little toy you can tease and deny until I lose my mind!”

My hips slammed down harder, taking him to the hilt with wet, punishing strokes, my soaked pussy clenching around every thick inch like I was trying to punish him right back.

Darius groaned, the sound low and wrecked, but I wasn’t done scolding him.

“You think it’s funny?” I gasped, voice breaking with raw need and anger.

“Keeping me right there, whimpering and begging like a desperate slut while you watch me fall apart? I’m your mate, Darius — your fucking mate — and you treat me like this? Like you own my orgasms? Like you can decide when I get to come? I should edge you for days. Make you leak and throb and beg me on your knees before I even think about letting you fill me up.”

I leaned down, biting his jaw hard enough to make him hiss before pulling back just enough to glare into his glowing red eyes.

“You don’t get to play god with my body and then smirk like it’s cute,” I snarled, grinding my swollen clit against the base of his cock with every furious roll of my hips.

“I’m not your plaything. I’m not your pet. I’m your mate. And the next time you hold me on the edge like that, I swear I’ll figure out how to use this power and make you suffer twice as long.”

Darius’s fingers dug deeper into my hips, his cock twitching hard inside me at my angry words. His smirk faltered for a second, replaced by something darker, hungrier.

“Keep talking like that, baby,” he rasped, eyes half-lidded with pleasure.

“Threaten me more. Tell me exactly how you’re going to punish this cock when you figure out your power. I want to hear every dirty detail while this greedy little cunt milks me.”

I moaned loudly, nails digging into his shoulders as I bounced harder, taking him deeper, faster. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the cave, my breasts bouncing with every punishing thrust.

I leaned in again, biting his jaw hard before whispering against his ear, voice trembling with frustration and need.

“The second I figure out how to use this power properly, I’m going to edge you for hours. Days. I’ll ride you slow and deep until you’re throbbing and leaking like a desperate whore, then stop right before you cum. I’ll make you watch while I finger this pussy you love so much, moaning your name while you’re tied down and aching. You’ll beg me, Darius. You’ll cry and plead to fill me up, and I’ll laugh while I leave you dripping and empty. How does that sound, Your Highness?”

I slammed down hard once, twice, then suddenly stopped — hips frozen, pussy clenched tight around the base of his cock, refusing to move.

Darius groaned loudly, the sound almost pained. “Selene—”

“What?” I purred viciously, rolling my hips in tiny, teasing circles that gave him nothing. 

“Don’t like the taste of your own medicine? You kept me on the edge for so long, whimpering and begging like a slut… now it’s your turn. Feel how tight I am? How wet and hot and fucking full I am around you? And you can’t do a damn thing about it.”

I clenched my walls deliberately, milking his throbbing cock while staying perfectly still otherwise. His fingers dug harder into my hips, trying to force me to move, but I held my ground, smiling down at him with dark satisfaction.

On what had to be the dozenth round, he pushed me so close I could taste the orgasm. It hovered right there — burning, pulsing, ready to tear me apart from the inside out. My walls fluttered wildly around his thick cock, my swollen clit grinding desperately against the base of his shaft as I chased it with everything I had.

Part of me was terrified he would stop me again.

But this time… he didn’t.

The command never came.

Instead, the pleasure crested like a tidal wave, crashing over me with brutal, blinding force.

I shattered.

Hard.

The orgasm ripped through me like wildfire, stronger and deeper than anything I had ever felt before. I threaded my fingers through his dark hair and threw my head back, crushing his forehead against my chest as my hips drove down hard, taking him impossibly deeper. My pussy clenched and spasmed around his cock, gushing wetly as wave after wave of white-hot ecstasy tore through my body.

There wasn’t just one orgasm.

There were several.

They chained together, one exploding into the next, each peak higher and more devastating than the last. I shook violently in his arms, thighs trembling uncontrollably, a raw, broken scream tearing from my throat as pleasure consumed me completely. My mind went blank, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being so full, so stretched, so perfectly claimed by him.

“Yes!” I cried out, voice hoarse and desperate. “Yes— Darius— fuck, yes!”

I leaned forward and kissed him deeply, messy and frantic, pulling myself so close it felt like we were melting into one another. My hips kept moving of their own accord, grinding and rolling in sloppy, instinctive circles as I rode out the endless tides of pleasure. Every thrust sent fresh sparks shooting through me, prolonging the ecstasy until I was sobbing against his mouth.

It finally began to ebb, probably two or three minutes later, though time had lost all meaning. My body slowly relaxed, muscles turning liquid and boneless. There was no tension left in me — only warmth, bliss, and the heavy, satisfying fullness of him still buried deep inside me.

As I opened my eyes, the cave seemed to spin. Tiny sparks of light danced in my vision like distant stars. My breathing was slow and heady, gradually settling back into a more normal rhythm. I felt like a puddle of liquid heat and satisfaction, completely spent and utterly claimed.

Darius held me close, one hand gently stroking my back while the other cradled the back of my head. His lips brushed my temple, soft and reverent now, a stark contrast to the savage way he’d fucked me moments ago.

“That’s my good girl,” he murmured against my skin, voice rough with satisfaction. “Look at you… coming so hard for me. So beautiful when you fall apart.”

I let out a shaky, breathless laugh, pressing my forehead to his.

“You’re still an asshole for edging me that long,” I whispered, but there was no real heat behind it — only exhausted affection.

He chuckled softly, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine. “And you loved every second of it.”

I didn’t bother denying it.

I simply melted deeper into his arms, letting the afterglow wrap around us both like a warm blanket while his cock remained buried deep inside me, still twitching with the last remnants of his own release.

For now, the world outside — the witch, the eclipse, Eron — could wait.

Right now, there was only this.

Only us.