Eternal Darkness (A Novel of the Amagarians Book 1) (14 page)

Saieke moaned throatily into Drac’s mouth as he kissed her with unleashed passion. Her tongue enticed his in a seductive dance. The soft hum of arousal stirred to life and burned bright. Her nipples throbbed and her womb clenched in anticipation as the pleasure from their last encounter flittered across
her mind.

He moved with such speed that she had to rip her mouth from his and bury her face into his neck. She bent the air around her so she could breathe easier against the speed at which he moved. He came to a sudden and dizzying stop into a chamber enveloped
in darkness.

She nibbled at his chin and tried to ignore the rising apprehension. A snarl ripped from his mouth as she bit into his neck hard, suckled, and then swiped her tongue from his neck up to the side of his mouth where she rimmed her lips against his. “Where
are we?”

“At my keep,”
he responded.

Only a few minutes had passed, and they were now at his Northern Keep; which, according to Lachlan, was thousands of miles away from the king’s castle. Drac hands roamed gently but with force over her body. Without her sense of sight, touch and smell seemed magnified. Saieke shivered as he cupped her buttocks in both hands, eased one of his thighs between her legs and lifted her slightly so that he notched her core directly on his erection. She bucked when sharp pleasure rode her as his thigh pressed directly on
her clitoris.

His hands drifted up and circled her back, then cupped her head in one palm and cradled her jaw in the next. Tendrils of his
chakra
caressed her through her clothing. The darkness inside him swelled, and she felt the hard wave of lust
and tenderness.

Saieke wished she could see his face. She turned her head slightly and kissed the palm of his hand. He hauled her closer and licked at her lips ever so slowly. A rumble of satisfaction echoed
from him.

“You fascinate me so,”
she whispered.

He captured her lips in a kiss of hunger. He plundered and explored every corner of her mouth; he sipped, nibbled and suckled with
exquisite rawness.

“You are so fucking sweet,” a dark and distorted
voice rasped.

She tunneled her fingers through his hair, then coasted her hands over his shoulders and back as their mouths danced and retreated. Bliss, sharp and sweet, rushed through her and she felt herself close to the pinnacle he had brought her
to before.

She shivered as cool air wafted against her back—he had unknotted her caftan and it pooled at her waist. His hands slid up her back with pressure as he tilted her. Her feet were off the ground, and she was completely balanced by
his thigh.

“You are
fucking perfect.”

Her wetness had soaked her caftan and his cock hardened even more. He eased her slightly off his thigh and ripped the caftan off her body, the sound loud in the stillness of the dark. Using both hands, he cupped the underside of her breasts while he lowered his head and kissed her mouth with exquisite thoroughness. Saieke’s excitement rose to a fevered pitch as his thumbs flicked at her nipples. He dragged his lips from hers and ran it roughly against her neck and clavicle. He raised his thighs higher and captured one of her breasts in his mouth. His tongue lashed her nipples with sharp pleasure as he nibbled and bit tenderly. Saieke whimpered. “I want to feel you,”
she said.

She pressed her breasts to his naked chest, the contact sent pleasure dancing up
her spine.

The memory of the sleekness of his body, and his dangerously coiled muscles had her body pulsing in deep hunger. “Please…I want
you naked.”

He lowered her and then drew her to his fully naked length. She used her sense of smell, touch and hearing to guide her as she kissed and licked at his chest. His erection jutted into her stomach and she boldly reached down and clasped him in one of
her hands.

Pure hardness
and heat.

She ran her hands along his length taking in the thick silky feeling, and the ridge of knots that spanned the length. He groaned raggedly. With boldness and impulse guiding her, she bent and kissed the top of his erection, fisted in
her hand.

Waves of need and desire raked at her. Encouraged, she kissed him as if she were sipping at his lips. She dipped her head lower and tried to slide her mouth over him. Her lips stretched uncomfortably, but she reveled in his taste and essence. She kissed, nibbled and licked, loving the feel of him and the desire skyrocketing through
his
chakra
.

He gripped the coil of her hair and slid his cock deeper into her mouth. She moaned and tried to accommodate his size. He gentled his movements. A dark snarl rumbled through the room as she sucked the head of his cock with passion. His control wavered and he roughly drew her up and raked his teeth against her neck
with intent.

“Drac!” Saieke let out an aroused scream as his fangs sliced through
her skin.

His mouth pulled deeply and her core pulsed in time to the pull of his lips. He twisted with speed, and Saieke found herself sitting on his lap with her knees cradling his hips. He widened his thighs which opened hers until they stopped, obstructed. Saieke arched her back as he plunged two of his fingers into her wetness while he pulled deeply from
her throat.

Saieke breathed out a ragged moan as his fingers plunged and retreated. Her entire being was overwhelmed by the sensation between her legs. She burned and nerve endings screamed at the pleasure lashing her. Sweat slicked her skin and she felt as if fire rushed through her blood
and veins.

He flicked his tongue over her throat to close his bite, and then roughly swiped his tongue down to her breasts. Saieke shuddered as her pinnacle hovered closer with painful intensity. His thumb circled her clit and then pressed. Saieke sobbed as his
chakra
caressed her back, the globes of her buttocks, her stomach, and her nipples. She exploded, and there was nothing but soul deep rapture burning through flashes of
pure ecstasy.

Drac lifted his head from her breast and Saieke gasped. His eyes had taken its serpentine cast—a deep gold, ringed with black and deep flecks of red that shone vividly in the dark chamber. They were the only two glows she could see in the dark; they were beautiful yet malevolent at the
same time.

Dark lust rode his
chakra
. The chamber grew colder and sensation rippled across her body. Fangs sharper than what she was used to raked her neck and stopped below her breasts. He slid his hands to her feet and pushed her knee out so that she was sitting upright in his lap with the arch of her feet now cradling his hips. He grabbed her ankle and placed her foot on the arm of the chair, opening
her wider.

“Drac?”

She trembled in anticipation and slight fear. His touch had changed. It felt more forceful. His
chakra
now had an undertone of viciousness riding the desire. He gripped the other ankle and lifted, tilting her backward. She quickly braced her hands against his thighs. He shifted and urged her
hips upward.

Vulnerability rise along with desire at the uncertainty of her position. She wailed as his tongue slid through her slit with precision. His tongue felt rougher and coarser than before. The unexpectedness of the caress shattered the fearful edge of anticipation she teetered on, and she orgasmed on his tongue. He did not let up, but sucked and swirled with his tongue until she writhed
with bliss.

He curled his tongue and slipped it inside of her and flicked. Saieke screamed, whimpered and begged. He captured her clit in his mouth and sucked her hard. Saieke’s body trembled and her hands collapsed until her back rested on his thighs as pleasure bombarded her senses. He ran his fangs to the inside of her thighs and down to the back of her knees where he sliced. Pleasure-pain scythed in her. It was so shocking and erotic that Saieke came apart in his arms, trembling and keening as his throat worked strongly at the back of
her knee.

Before she could come down from her pleasure, he shifted and she was splayed unto his laps once more with her knees braced wide across the width of the chair. He pulled her down roughly, and she felt hard pressure notched at her entrance, the slight resistance causing a twinge
of pain.

“You’re so soft…tight. I need to be in you,”
he growled.

A whimper tore from her throat. Thoughts flashed to the broad thickness she’d sucked. For the first time since she opened herself to seduction, virginal fear reared its head. His intensity was overwhelming and the restraint she had felt from him now seemed held with
tenuous control.

He stroked her thighs soothingly and his breath teased her exposed throat. “You were meant to me mine.” His tone was heavy
with regret.

“Drac!” Strong arms closed around her back and he thrust, impaling her with half his length in
one stroke.

Pain flared through Saieke as the thick ridge of his cock dug into her wet heat. He groaned and the shield that held his
chakra
collapsed—Lust, possessiveness, bloodthirstiness, and cruelty. She screamed into his neck as the hands that slid up to her back gripped her tightly and punctured her flesh with claws that sprouted from
his nails.

He lunged up and splayed her on the bed. He withdrew and thrust in another inch. Saieke wailed his name as her core stretched and burned; she felt dazed as he lifted her legs high past his waist to his back, withdrew and rocked into her hard filling her with bliss…and she sobbed
in ecstasy.

She
was perfection
.

She trembled on his cock as she tried to adjust to the invasion of his body. His princess turned her head and bit into his arm so deeply drops of blood wetted her tongue. He should be taking her gentler, but he was unable to fight the primal need burning in his gut. “I need more…of you. Can you
take me?”

“Yes.”

Drac leaned down and sipped at her lips, gentling her. He was only a little more than half way inside and he held on to his lust with ruthless restraint. “Your pussy is wet and perfect,” he growled against her lips, allowing his
chakra
to caress her nipples and clitoris getting her wetter, easing his entry. “You were made for me.” He knew it with ever fiber of his being, despite how impossible and terrifying
it seemed.

He thrust hard into her burying his full length into
her slipperiness.

She froze, and her pain suffused his pores. He did not relish it, and he trembled fighting the need
to devour.

He made to pull from her and she hugged him close. “No…take me,” she whispered. “It is already fading, and I
hunger
for you.”

And he relinquished
his control.

Sharp pleasure lashed at her nipples and she bucked into his thrust. Saieke felt as if lips caressed all over her body as Drac’s chakra roamed
her body.

“
Oh!
”

He snapped his hips in a deep, uninhibited rhythm, lost in need. It was too much…too
hard
. His grip tightened on her hips and there was nothing she could do but submit to his wild need. He fisted her hair in his hands and his claw pricked her scalp. He tilted back her neck roughly and pierced her with his fangs. Saieke’s moans bounced off the walls as her body clenched on his cock.
Chakra
tendrils worked at her clitoris without ease, and glorious pleasure rushed deep inside her. Drac sealed her punctures with a swipe of his tongue, reared up and sat on his knees and picked up a relentless thrusting that made her tremble. She bit into his neck with a sharp pressure that broke his skin and blood trickled into her mouth as her pleasure rose to agonizing intensity. The coppery aroma caused her nose to twitch and she whimpered at the sweetness of
his taste.

“Suck me,”
he groaned.

The darkest of desire rose inside, and she drew at his neck and sucked as blood filled her mouth. She swallowed. The primitive joy that pulsed from him at her actions made her pull at his throat
even deeper.

His hips snapped harder, his cock sank deeper, and she trembled on his almost punishing girth…but she craved more. She sobbed and clutched desperately at his shoulders as he rode her relentlessly, the ridges of his cock scraping against every sensitive spot in her soaked channel, the bed groaning under
their movements.

She mewled, caught between wanting him to stop, and never wanting the destructive bliss to end. Then the excruciating pleasure peaked and broke cascading delight bright and red hot in its intensity. Savage lust tore through his
chakra
and torrents of pleasure burned through her, branding her. He hugged her close to him as he emptied himself deep inside of her. There was a push at her mind, an insidious caress of dark and sated hunger as a twin voice growled in her mind as she shattered
once more.

You
are ours.

Saieke gasped at the voice that filled her mind. The distortion and the overlay were menacing. “Drac?” she whispered, unsure if she heard
the voice.

He captured her mouth in a kiss meant to be gentle. He soothed her with his tongue, and fire started to lick at her nerves again. Sweat ran in rivulets down her back, and she shuddered as he lifted her. His slow glide from her body made her groan. She ached all over, inside and out. Yet the pleasure that she felt would make her repeat it all
over again.

“Let me take care of you,”
he said.

He licked and laved the claw marks he had left behind with his tongue. Tendrils of his
chakra
caressed her gently. She sighed at the decadent sensation. She squealed as he lifted and flowed with her. He came to a halt, and she heard the trickling of water and a
deep gurgle.

“Where are we?” She smiled in relief when he stepped down and thermally heated water engulfed
her limbs.

“We are in a cave underneath my chambers. The water is heated with natural minerals from below
the ground.”

Saieke purred as the water soothed the aches of her body. The water whispered to her as always. She could feel its width, depth, and the energy that travelled through it in the gentle laps. She contoured the water around her, luxuriating in
its smoothness.

The darkness was overpowering, but she was not afraid. The water was a welcome soothing balm. She hummed deeper in her throat when she felt his lips travelling from her spine down to her buttocks and thighs under the water. Pleasure vibrated steadily as Drac soothed and reassured with
his touch.

He rose, then his lips claimed hers in the dark. He spun her around and eased her forward. Saieke reached out blindly and touched rocks that she braced her hands against. His hardness at her back was seductive yet intimidating. His hands roamed down her back and round to cup at her breasts, then stroked down over the swell of her hips. He nudged her legs apart and his fingers probed at her entrance. She was sore, but wetness still poured from her body as his finger tenderly thrust while his thumb circled her nub. She leaned against his chest and widened her legs as a slow pleasure claimed her, and she orgasmed
once more.

“So hot and responsive,” Drac whispered. His cock flexed
and throbbed.

Saieke sighed when he removed his fingers. He pushed her legs wider still and slid his cock in deep. He was slower and gentler but she was incapable of speech. She moaned huskily, her senses buffered by pleasure as he thrust to the hilt and bit into her shoulders. Dark erotic pleasure-pain
claimed her.

He was hers. The knowledge settled in her heart like a boulder, and her throat tightened. She did not want to feel the tormenting emotions of falling into something greater than her own desires. Drac’s groans of pleasure were so animalist and primitive, it called to the wantonness in her. She pushed her hips back on him, lifting her hands over her head, to clasp his nape. He rode her hard and long, encouraging her to take his too thick length until she was a creature of pure carnality, an extension of his needs and desires. She sobbed and encouraged him, loving every stroke, her heart beating with loss, for she would leave soon and never see this
man again.

***

Drac lay on the bed with Saieke draped over his body.
His mate
. Beautiful, fierce, passionate, kind, willful and impulsive, but she belonged to him. Apprehension ran cold in his veins. She was not a Darkan, but he and his darkness knew without a doubt that she belonged to them…but he could not
claim her.

Mine
.

Now he knew she could handle his sexual intensity and the emotions that pulsed from his beast. Instead of reassuring him, it made him nervous. His lips twitched.
Nervous
. Her fear of him also lessened by the hour. She thought she hid her fear deeply, but once it was there, his darkness would uncover it. Possessiveness and something gentler, but elusive, tunneled through him as he dipped his head to her hair and inhaled her scent into his lungs, wishing he could keep it there and
never exhale.

Arousal simmered inside, hardening his cock. He wondered when he would be fulfilled, if ever. The richness and smoothness of her skin was a continuous source of enthrallment. Her smiles, her laughter made his gut tighten like he received a rush of negative energy. It was even more potent; and her blood—decadence. He could get drunk on everything that she had to offer; her generosity, her curiosity, her laughter, her pussy and
her blood.

He caressed her back while he gently brushed his lips across her hair and then to her forehead. He ruthlessly tamped down on the need that started to rise inside of him demanding that he take
her again.

Ours,
the darkness whispered against
his mind.

But he did not answer. The demon snarled a promise of rage and madness in the sound. It wanted him to claim her…and everything in Drac wanted to, but the depth of emotions she roused were too much. What if she got harmed and he
lost control?

Blood
…
take
her blood
.

He tried to assess the need that bled from his darkness to him for her blood. It was unusual. The desire was not there to feed on negative emotions. The triumph he had felt when she had licked and sucked his blood was savage and overwhelming. He kissed her shoulders and a wry smile twisted his lips. Never had he thought it would be possible for him to be so enthralled
by another.

He could not relinquish her…nor could he
claim her.

He snapped his teeth as the dual need warred inside. Drac gently brushed his mouth against hers as thoughts of letting her go against keeping her swirled through
his mind.

***

Saieke sighed. Her limbs refused to move as she lay sprawled on top of Drac in wanton exhaustion. She did not know how long had passed but she could only guess that it
was morning.

There was an unfamiliar, sweet coppery taste on her tongue.
Blood
. The blissful afterglow vanished.
Kings’ teeth
. She had irrevocably loss all sense of herself. Then she remembered what had led her to…
this
. She was no longer a viable candidate to marry into a royal line. Triumph filled her, then unease. A growl echoed in her mind, pushing away all sense of contentment. “What
was that?”

“Why are you not
at ease?”

Saieke pushed herself up on her elbows. “I heard a snarl inside my head, Drac.”

You are ours
to protect.

She recoiled from him, tumbling from the bed with the covers twisting at her ankles. “I did not imagine that,” she yelped. “You spoke in
my mind.”

Yes

“That’s it? Yes?” She cried as insidious pressure probed at her mind. Her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded and fear clouded
her mind.

“Why do
you fear?”

“I can see you,” she breathed in sheer fright. Her eyes remained glued to him, she saw as he shifted from
the bed.

See
me how?

Saieke whimpered. “You spoke in my
mind again.”

Her vision clouded as if she was looking through a mirror, and she was afraid to look anywhere but
at him.

Ours

A declaration of ownership and possession, which had her heart jack hammering and pervasive fear, cramped her stomach. “Drac, please, I…I—”

“You can see and
hear me?”

Saieke nodded slowly as she lifted her hands and caressed the black mark on his cheek. She could see him in the dark. “What is happening, Drac?”

“I
am unsure.”

Ours

She let out a strangled laugh at the contradictions. “I must have lost more blood that I thought,” she said, slightly hysterical. She held the coverlet to her body in a death grip, and tried to move away from the hand that held her
so tightly.

“Be still!” his voice lashed as he observed her with an
inscrutable expression.

Saieke stilled and glared at him. Darkness swept across
her mind.

Let me in

She swallowed audibly. He displayed no expression, but she could feel the tension and the confusion that held
him rigid.

How do I let you in?
She
tentatively whispered.

Saieke quailed as dark triumph invaded her mind. Rage and power flooded her mind in torrents as she felt the
chakra
of his beast on a deeper connection. “Drac what is happening?” she groaned, sweat beading her skin at the power
and malevolence.

Let me in
, a deadly hiss that scraped at the walls of
her mind.

“No!” a strong shout
from her.

Drac twisted, tumbling her to the bed. He loomed over her, dark and menacing. He slashed his lips on hers kissing her mouth dominantly. She tried to twist her head away but the snarl that echoed from him froze her limbs. Her powers hummed beneath her skin, and she sent it deep, calling for the water beneath his chambers. Wind howled in the room, slamming the windows with enough force to
crack them.

Saieke
, an aching growl filled with longing slid and confusion into her mind.
Let me in
. It was the confusion that made her halt her instinctive attack. She parted her lips and tentatively twined her tongue
with his.

Mine
, this time only Drac’s voice probed at her mind—entreating and commanding at the
same time.

Confusion mingled with desire and Saieke reached out to him hesitantly with
her mind.

Yours?
She asked unsure if he would
hear her.

She absorbed the stillness that gripped him. She felt it through his body and the mental link they had somehow formed. She whimpered as darkness like oil slowly pervaded
her mind.

Breathe.

Saieke coiled her muscles to struggle and became
still herself.

Breathe
. It came again. A soft command in her mind—tender, intimate.

She felt uncertainty, and a desire to be gentle with her amongst the treachery
and cruelty.

We would never hurt you,
the distorted voice was from beast
and man.

The tenderness beguiled her like nothing else could. Saieke was not sure what they wanted from her exactly and how she would let them in. She relaxed her limbs, her mind, and tried to understand why the beast was trying to reach out to her. She felt a stretch in her mind as her vision tunneled inward to
encounter blackness.

She groaned and closed her eyes as an abyss dominated her consciousness. Raw noises of disbelief echoed in the chamber from Saieke as glowing eyes snapped open in her mind. The malevolence from the beast was overwhelming. Black
chakra
coiled around a massive winged monster. Drac was draped in its
chakra
and image, and they both stared at her through the
psychic connection.

Ours
. Satisfaction blazed from them to her mind until they melded as one feeling, and she could not separate their
essence anymore.

“How is
this possible?”

Our blood
…
Mate

“Mate!?” She wrenched her mind out of the abyss and opened her eyes to look directly into Drac’s.

“‘Mate?’ What are
you suggesting?”

He flew away from her, and panic rose because her vision was
becoming sharper.

Saieke leapt from the bed and walked around the room in a daze. She paused, she could actually see clearer than what she was used to before. She saw the fine layer of dust on the stone floor and she swore she could hear footsteps some distance away from the chambers. She could see the bronze glow of her skin clearly. Stained glass encased a full wall. It was stained with a golden outline of massive wings and tails, and what appeared to be
white light.

It was breathtaking. She used her wind and flung the massive windows open and stepped out. The courtyard spread before her like a wild jungle. Steam seemed to rise from its depth, and trees and flowers she had never before seen were laid out wildly and exotically before her. She heard great cries, roars and snarls echoing for miles
and miles.

Her hearing was
also enhanced.

An animal prowled with deadly grace across the yard and leapt into one of the trees and crouched. It was massive. More than five feet tall on its feet. Razor sharp claws extended from its eight feet and its fangs were visible. It was sleek and powerful and Saieke cringed at the thought that they roamed the
dark forest.

“Your keep is teeming with more wildlife than the
Ricarkri
castle.”

“My keep borders Moiré—the dark forest and jungles. Animals that are only found there roam freely in the
Northern Keep.”

She felt him
moved closer.

“Look at me. I can feel the fear beating in
your heart.”

She turned. The sleekness of his body never failed to take her breath away “I cannot be
your mate.”

The shadows claimed her, and then they were back in the cave. The cave was deep and cavernous with a gentle waterfall that trickled from the ceiling down rocks into the mineral heated pool which gathered below. There were tiny bubbles and the surface that glistened with the minerals in it. It was more than seven feet in width and depth. The rocks had gold buried deep inside of them that shone bright with the light. She could even see the simmer of gold under the surface of the water. There were several other pockets of small water pools scattered about with rock formed around them for sitting purposes. There were platters of food on a
rustic table.