37: Ada's POV

Much to my surprise, I hadn’t made a single error when leading Phoenix back to my room. The moon had been high in the sky when we’d left the shores, and I’d been a bit worried about how much time I’d have with the other passageways. But when I’d stepped through the painting and back into my room, Darius was waiting in my little sitting area. He had a report and map sprawled out over my small coffee table, and was scribbling something on a vast open area of the map when I stepped up beside his couch. 

He glanced up at me and a soft smile spread across his face. The painting leading to the passage way clicked and I turned to find that Phoenix had disappeared behind it and that Nik was nowhere to be seen. It was just me and Darius. 

He leaned back on the small sofa, resting his right ankle on his left knee, “Nikolai was called away for the evening,” Darius clucked his tongue, “It seems your father may be keeping him occupied for some time. He may end up needing your assistance soon.”

My father? If Nik was being called to assist with something, then his rebellion must be much further along than anyone had thought. From what I’d come to understand from my conversations with Gwyn, he was a bit of a secret weapon. None of the territories he visited and had to take care of had any survivors left to report on what he was like in battle. He was sent to survey more serious threats and assess the best timing and attack options. Or to spy. Both of which seemed like a possibility at this stage. 

Darius sighed, “The east passages are far easier to follow. There are no possible pitfalls or potential dangers,” he undid his hair, letting it fall loosely around his face, “I figure we could get through it in an hour or two. If you’re still up for it.”

A crimson flush crept up my cheeks. While Phoenix and I had not slept together again, I was sure he could smell the evidence of our physicality as it wafted off my skin and clothes. His knowing smile sent a wave of warmth to my belly. So he definitely did smell it. *And* could probably smell the arousal coming from me now. 

We were alone. While the anger and betrayal I’d felt about him earlier in the day still remained, there was something else. I wanted him. He was so handsome in the firelight, and Phoenix had only whetted my appetite and increased my thirst. The young Prince had such a tight reign on his control that other than minimal physical contact and that one kiss… he kept his distance. Even as the moon crept higher and I’d nearly undressed and gone for a swim to entice him. He hadn’t seemed interested in pursuing me right then. 

But Darius’s entire being spoke a very different story. His cock was already hard and at attention, stretching his jeans to the max. His face was flushed, eyes closed in desire as they flicked to my lips. The deep blue turtle neck seemed to make his eyes appear neon, and the strong cords of his neck and upper arm muscles were still visible beneath the thick fabric as they flexed. 

His hand wrapped around my wrist. He didn’t have to tug for me to move. I straddled him, feeling the bulge of his erection as it pressed against the crotch of my own pants. My breath came out in a soft pant. His hand slid from my wrist and gripped my hips. His fingers dug into the fabric of my clothes and slowly rocked my hips back and forth. Darius’s eyes were locked onto mine as he moved my body against his sheathed length. I gazed into his eyes, the heat between us building as the friction between my legs started to drive me into a frenzy. 

Darius growled, burying his fingers into my hips even deeper. There was a sharp pain and I realized his fingertips had extended into sharp claws. They tore into the fabric of my black pants, ripping them slowly. He tore them, exposing my legs and underwear bit by bit as he discarded shreds of fabric. I kept up my tantalizing rhythm, reveling in the increased sensation as one of the layers between us was completely removed. The rough texture of his jeans against my panties had me picking up the pace, rubbing myself against his bulge in a frantic manner. 

He gripped my hips with the claws, sharp pain shooting up my sides. I let out a small whimper, feeling nothing but more heat pooling between my legs as Darius simply lifted me with one hand and undid his pants with another. My panties were ripped off effortlessly. I watched as he pulled down his jeans, his cock springing forth freely. I didn’t wait for permission or an invitation. I slammed down, taking the entire length of him in me in one movement. 

I cried out, arching my back as my pussy spasmed around the hard length of him. He groaned, twitching within me. I continued rocking, feeling him sliding in and out within me— so deep it made my stomach ache. The faint smell of copper tinged the air as his claws continued to dig into my soft skin. His hands had gone from forcibly moving my body against him to nearly hanging on for dear life. My eyes stayed locked with his as a bead of sweat dripped down my forehead. My pussy throbbed with each movement, tightening and loosening against his cock effortlessly. 

Darius tossed his head back and roared as he came hard, fluid spurting into me with each twitch of his cock. I cried out, feeling my own orgasm crash through my body. My body nearly deflated on top of him, my head resting on his chest as I heaved breaths in and out of my chest. With every single little twitch of his cock, I spasmed. Each spasm sent goosebumps up my arms and legs, chills up my spine. 

I sighed, wiggling against him as I felt him start to soften within me, “One more and then I’ll learn the passages.”

Fingertips grabbed my arms and sat me up so that I was looking at him. Darius reached up and slid his thumb between my lips. I sucked on it, reveling in the salty taste and slightly rough texture. He moaned, watching my face as my eyes rolled back in my head. He pulled his thumb from my mouth and reached down between my legs, circling my clit. I sucked in a sharp breath, pleasure practically jolting me. 

My hips began to grind, seeming to have a life of their own. His thumb, rough and ruthless, continued to circle that sensitive bundle. I found myself nearing the edge, only to find that the cock that had never slid out of me was hard and filling again. I came again breathlessly, all thoughts leaving my mind as I continued to grind. 

His finger moved from my clit as the final waves and pulsations of the orgasm ebbed from my body, and his hands were on my hips again. He lifted me slightly, slamming me back down on him. Our bodies met with a resounding smack, and I felt the tip of him slide against every inch of me as I went down. Once again, I was lifted. I adjusted my legs so that my feet were flat on either side of him. I began pumping myself up and down on top of him, controlling how deep and hard he went. 

His thumb returned to its devilish task of circling my clit. Our eyes locked. His cock spurted hot liquid as he gasped, eyes wide. I felt my pussy clench tightly around him as I slammed back down to his hilt and felt my own hot liquid gush forth all over him. A hot blush crept up my cheeks as I screamed his name and tossed my head back. 

His turtle neck was as drenched as my black tunic was, an odd combination of his own seat and our combined fluids. He pulled his off when he saw my eyes locked on the fabric, revealing his bare and sculpted chest. I was throbbing against him, my legs quivering as I continued to ride the wave of pleasure that hadn’t seemed to peak yet. His claw slid down the middle of my tunic, cutting through both is and my bra. My breasts burst forth, swollen and slick with sweat. 

One of his hands was sprawled against my back, holding me in place as the spasms started to slow. The other was kneading my breast as Darius murmured, “Good girl. Keep cumming all over my cock.”

A final spurt of liquid squirted out from between my legs and I loosed a breath I hadn’t known I was holding. My breathing was hard as Darius slid me off of him, freeing his softened length from my sheath. I whimpered, my pussy clenching against the emptiness. 

Darius set me on the couch, “Moon Goddess above, Ada,” he slid my shirt and bra from my shoulders, leaving me in only my boots, “Do you want to cum again?” Tears nearly formed in my eyes as I saw his cock twitching to life again, “Because I want to make you cum if you think you can take it.”

I’d lost the ability to form words. But somehow, against what my brain was nearly screaming at me, I nodded. It didn’t even take a half a second for his mouth to be on my clit, sucking it between his lips. And for the next several hours, I forgot about feeling trapped and the fact this wolf— this man who owned me— was not mine to have. I lost myself in him, and could not wait to lose myself in the others as well.