Page 9 of Dark & Darker Still (Vane and Roc: Origin)

Eight

Alice

When I’m with Vane, it’s like climbing to the top of a tall oak and then peering out to the ground below, the wind rushing up to steal my breath away. There’s something disorienting about it.

When I’m with Roc, it’s like the tide rolling in, the water settling into a hundred tide pools.

Being with him is just…easy. I don’t have to fight it. I don’t have to fight him.

His mouth crashes into mine. I arch my back, pressing into him, running my hands through his dark, damp hair. His tongue drives in, tasting me, tasting the sweetness of the fae liquor and all the desire welling up inside of me.

He knows I’m distracting him and myself, but the fact that he lets me is one of the things I love most about him.

Roc does not push. He does not pull. He just bends where he needs to bend, sometimes to get his way, sometimes to give in to those around him.

Our movements grow more frenzied, and when Roc pushes forward again, I can feel the hardness between his legs.

Lightning flashes in the sky again and the electric snap of it seems to echo the thrill in my gut, sinking lower and lower to my cunt.

I don’t want to think about Vane. Or Madd. Or Wonderland. Or any of the other things that make me want to scream into the night.

If I have no place, at least I have this, the feel of Roc’s hands on my skin, the heat between my legs, the desire throbbing between his.

I groan into him, and the sound seems to spur something in him, because he yanks off my shirt, then unclips my bra and sinks his mouth to my breast.

A hiss of pleasure escapes me as the heat of his tongue drives away the sudden chill of the air.

Still perched on the railing, I arch my back, chasing the comfort of his attention. He grazes his teeth against my nipple, sending a slant of pain and pleasure running through my skin.

“I love the way you taste,” he murmurs into me. “I love everything about you. Especially when you’re being a brat.”

When Roc says it, even though I know he is skilled at flattering everyone, I believe him. Because in these moments, I know he believes it too.

I reach between us, unlatching his belt, snapping it open. He rocks his hips forward making it easy for me.

I unbutton his pants, unzip, and free him quickly.

His cock bobs in the heat, hard and swollen, and when I take him in my hand, he groans into my throat.

“Fuck. This was an excellent idea.”

I stroke him slowly and his eyes slip closed, his breath huffing out.

Keeping me balanced on the railing with a hand at the small of my back, he drops his other to my thigh, his thumb rubbing toward my center.

“Don’t make me wait,” I tell him, stroking him harder.

His thumb dips, grazing my center and a jolt of pleasure zings through me.

“Get these pants off,” he orders, and I hop off the railing so I can shimmy out of them with his help.

We’re impatient, frenzied, and he hoists me back up, yanking my panties aside to expose my soaking wet pussy.

He nestles himself into me as he kisses up my throat, licking at my pulse point. The sensation tickles, and I gasp out, shrinking away, making him laugh against my tender skin.

I wiggle my hips and twine my legs around him, forcing him closer.

But he holds himself back.

“Stop,” I whine.

“No,” he says.

I wrap my arms around his neck. He nips at my bottom lip and proceeds to kiss me everywhere but on the mouth.

“Roc,” I moan.

“Al,” he says holding himself hard and throbbing against me.

“Fill me up.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“Pretty please.”

He sinks in another inch and a breath heaves out of me.

“Why torture us both?”

“It’s no fun when it’s over,” he says, pinching my nipple between thumb and forefinger. “You always were too impatient for your own good.”

I rock back on the railing, teetering over the edge, forcing him to adjust his weight and his stance. He sinks in further.

He laughs against me again, impressed, but the laugh fades into a throaty growl when I clench around him.

He meets my gaze, his bright green eyes almost white against the light of day.

“Fuck me,” I tell him. “Give me this.”

His dark brows sink over his eyes. Sympathy etches into the fine lines around his mouth. “As you command it, Alice, darling.”

And then he sinks all the way in.

I groan, then inhale sharply as he rocks in and out.

Every time he thrusts forward, his pelvis hits my clit, stoking the flame at my center.

I tighten my grip on him. He fucks me harder, faster.

I adjust just slightly, finding the perfect spot so he hits not only my clit, but that sensitive spot deep inside my cunt. Coming that way is my favorite. It’s hard and fast and intense.

“You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?” he says into my neck.

“Yes.” I moan.

He reaches between us and soaks his fingers in my juices, then brings them to his mouth. He sucks my pleasure off the tip of his thumb. “Christ, Al. You taste so fucking good when you’re getting railed by me.”

I smile up at him, eyes heavy. “Don’t fucking stop.”

“With pleasure.”

He grows harder the faster he fucks me and then we’re exploding together, clinging to one another, our moans echoing through the park.

Pleasure blinks through me, making me jolt in Roc’s arms.

He rocks me back, holding the back of my head in the palm of his hand.

I breathe out at the stormy sky as lightning flashes.

“For now,” he says and kisses me once, then twice, “you belong right here with me.”

I straighten in his arms and kiss him back and pretend that a question isn’t burning on the tip of my tongue.

How long? I want to ask.

But deep down, I know I don’t want the answer.