Tasting Darkness

Chapter 116

Read Tasting Darkness [Tempting Darkness] By Jessica Hall Book 2 Chapter 37 – Kalen grabbed my hips, moving me to his own pace. He thrust inside long and hard and I settled for his slower but deeper rhythm, it made the madness inside me simmer instead of boil.

Darius continued to watch from his position leaning against the wall. His eyes were hungry, but he dared not touch us, instead he took his pleasure posing us like his own personal dolls.

My release built inside me like a bubbling geyser. Kalen’s grip increased, his fingers sinking into my a***s as he thrust harder into me and he growled in my ear.

That deep vibrating growl was my undoing. I came hard and collapsed on Kalen’s chest. I kissed his neck before biting at his mark. It made his c**k twitch

inside me as he too hit his limit and he spilled himself into me.

It wasn’t enough. The burning was coming back, building stronger and stronger inside of me, desperate for a release.

I sensed their presence as Tobias and Lycus came out of the bathroom, water droplets still pearling on their bodies and dripping from their hair. I climbed off of Kalen without looking back, feeling possessed and drawn to them like a moth to flame. Lycus.

My bond wanted him, tugged me toward him wanting to claim him. He gave me a crooked grin as I eyed him like a piece of meat. “Like what you see?” he suggested with a wiggle of his hips. His fully erect

c***k bounced with the action,

“Aleera, on the couch,” Darius ordered.” Kalen, get to the side, you can watch her with me. Don’t interfere with this,’

I didn’t hesitate. Obeying Darius brought me pleasure, and even in this state, that was true.

I got on the couch and spread myself wide. My entire body was so sensitive that the lightest brush from my mates was enough to make my body gush with wetness. “Lycus,” I moaned his name, reaching out for him.

He didn’t hesitate. He came at me with that crooked grin and dropped to his knees in front of me, “you can have all the d***k you want, but I’m feasting on that p***sy of yours first, Aleera.”

My head tipped back to the back of the couch as he grabbed my knees and pulled me to the edge of the couch. No matter how desperate I was for sex, I couldn’t deny my mates to do whatever they wanted to my body. I was their plaything, and I lived for it. I spread my legs wide but it wasn’t enough for him, he jerked them to the side and leaned down, covering my cl**t with his tongue.

And God what a talented tongue he had. Not only was he good at having a fast response, but the way his tongue flicked over my cl****t in fast long strokes made my insides squeeze together. I panted as he brought me to org*****m within seconds. But my greedy mate wasn’t close to finishing.

Instead of slowing down, he plowed me through the bliss, forcing my body to jerk. He held me down, devouring me, sucking away at the juices as they left my body, sucking hard onto my cl***t in what might have been pain but felt so good I was losing my go****amn mind.

The fire inside practically purred. This roughness made it all better. I wanted to be ripped apart and to have my insides feasted on. I wanted them to f**k me so hard I broke and could only beg for more.

Lycus pulled away, what remained of my or***sm was on his lips. “I want you so wet my c***k is going to go swimming inside you.” he growled.

He went back to work and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he took me to the brink, and f***king threw me off the side of it. My body tumbled through space and time, jerking in his hold. Tobias watched

us, hunger glistening in his eyes, but Lycus wasn’t giving up his meal yet.

Once I recovered enough to breathe the ba*****rd did it again. He sucked my cl*t into his mouth and bit gently down on it, almost to that delicious point of pain, but not enough to do any lasting damage.

I came so hard I thought I was going to black out It wasn’t enough. No matter how much my body shook, no matter how many times I trembled without being able to speak, I needed more, I needed his magic.

“There we go,” Lycus whispered. He kissed my thighs and pulled me down so my hips were just on the cushions. “Now I can get nice and deep inside you,” He glanced up at Darius as if making sure it was okay and Darius gave a short nod.

Taking it for permission, Lycus surged forward and into me. His heavy c***k was curved at the right delicious angle that with every full stroke he brushed against my g spot. He took great satisfaction in watching my face as he rammed into me repeatedly. All I could do was grab onto his shoulders and hang on for the ride as he forced me to milk his c**k as earth shattering orgasm after another rocked through me.

“F***k,” Lycus groaned. It only made him thrust harder, hold my thighs open wider. He arched his back, thrusting deep as he could, filling me to the brim.” You’re going to take it all,” he growled at me.

I nodded, my eyes hooded. I was going to take it all, and not just what he could give me, but I was going to go after Tobias too. No one was going to be safe from this desperation that spiraled through me.

Lycus growled as his body spent into me.

Quick as an adder, I reached down and grabbed him by the shoulders, and yanked him forward, I dragged him up to me and bit deep into him, marking him as my own, claiming him like I had Kalen, and it felt like his power exploded in my veins as I swallowed down his blood. I blinked rapidly as the back of my eyes burned and my vision turned white.

The memories poured into me. My body shook as they hit one after another and the answering power that flowed with it. I felt myself falling yet trusted my mates not to let me crash wherever I was in the waking world. I blink rapidly, clearing the fogginess of my vision away. –

Lycus was kicking rocks on his way home from school. He appeared to live in a nice neighborhood. Yet as he got closer to

home he groaned when he heard his mother and father arguing. From what I gathered from his thoughts this was a constant thing he would witness, Yet as Lycus walked up the porch steps and opened the door. Tossing his bag in the corner of the entry when he heard something smash before a loud thump. Lycus sniffs the air and scents blood before curiously walking down the hall to see if his parents were okay.

In his child-like mind he knew they fought but that was it ;yelling and arguing but never was their blood. He knew his mother ruled the home and his father was a drunk but never laid hands on her.

No he saved those fists for Lycus, and Lycus always took it, believing if he did his mother never would have to so as he stepped into the kitchen he was horrified by the scene that lay before him, his mother had her hands up in defense, blood coating the tiled floor red.

And for the first time I laid eyes on this man, it was Porter. Lycus’s father and he was as scary as he sounded.

“You f***king wh**re,” his father screamed angrily as she begged and sobbed on the floor, blood streaming down her face when his father brings the meat clever down on her head.

Lycus’ scream was deafening and blood curdling as he watched his father beat her head in, crushing her skull and spraying blood everywhere. He charged at his father wanting to save his mother but his father tossed him off, flinging him away and into the dining table.

He brought the meat cleaver down again, caving her face in and a vicious growl tore from Lycus and his father’s startled; looked over at him just as Lycus lunged and shifted. He tore into his father who was momentarily shocked at his son yet. Lycus, not understanding he had shifted only saw red, animalistic snarls tore from him as he yelled at his father.

“Of course you’re that mutt’s son,” his father roared at him and his hands turned black with his dark magic as he lobbed the ball of shadows at his son. It wrapped around his face and Lycus suddenly couldn’t breathe, his vision darkened as he tried to rasp in a breath and he didn’t understand what was happening he understood he couldn’t breathe before everything turned dark as he passed out.

When he came to, it was to his father clipping a muzzle on him and he blinked up at his father. His father glared down at him and for a few seconds he had forgotten what his father had done.

“Mum?” he murmurs yet no sound comes out, just a strange whimper noise which confuses him when his father clips a collar around his neck. Lycus didn’t understand, until his father yanked on it and he got a glimpse of himself in the glass sliding door by the back patio. He had shifted!

Lycus stares at himself shocked and tilts his head to the side only for his father to jerk on the lead and rip him to the back doors. He was confused because both his parents were dark-Fae, yet for some reason he was were-fae. Only as he turns to try to run back inside does he see his mother lying dead in a pool of her blood. Lycus loses it and tries to break free when his father ties him to a tree and picks up a baseball bat. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Each blow I felt, each blow grew harder as his father beat him from an inch of his life leaving the bat bl****dy, Lycus laid in a pool of his own blood that had turned the grass and dirt beneath him into mud. He tried to shift back but couldn’t, tried to break free but couldn’t. His father was trying to kill him yet he kept healing before he would die. Yet Lycus wished for death as for days he endured his father’s tortures, and learning of his mother’s infidelity, until one day it stopped.

Lycus lifted his head as he heard the sliding door open and he got a whiff of his mother’s decomposing body inside the house. His father was drunk yet again and angry only this time he didn’t beat Lycus but grabbed the leesh and dragged him up the side of the house. Lycus was too weak to fight him, his body constantly healing had exhausted him to —- the point he had one broken back leg, his jaw hung limply as his’ability to heal stopped. He was limp as he was dragged across the cold ground, the leesh strangling him but he no longer cared hoping he would die before whatever his father would try next.

He passes out just as he hears a door open only to wake up tied to a step out the front of a huge stone building. He looks around in fear of his father. Yet doesn’t see him, but sees his car driving off down the road. He whimpers before collapsing yet as the sky turned dark and the snow fell, he shivered in the cold, and his bones ached more. If his injuries wouldn’t kill him he hoped the cold would.

My stomach twisted painfully as the memory faded and new one took its place.