Page 44 of Dark Desire (Dark Souls Spin-off Short Story)

“We do not care what lives or dies,” the first one spoke with nonchalance, its tone as cold as winter. “She gave her life in exchange for yours. A life for a life. The balance is restored.”

The middle one stepped forward. “Her gift has gone. She is of no use to us now.”

“Her soul is free,” the third murmured. And just as fast as they appeared, they vanished.

Relief flooded through my veins at the thought of them letting her stay, but that feeling was short-lived when I sensed how much Darcie was trembling.

I looked down at her in my arms as her sharper nails scraped along my chest, ripping at my shirt.

Her lips curled back in a snarl, revealing her new fangs as a searing pain tore through her stomach, causing her to hunch in my arms as she cried out. Insatiable hunger.

“It’s okay. I’m going to take care of you,” I soothed, dragging us against a gravestone and positioning her on my lap.

She whimpered and cried as she gripped her stomach and thrashed in my arms. I quickly lifted my wrist and bit into it before offering her my blood.

“It will make you feel better. Take as much as you need.”

Her dainty hands seized my arm, thrusting it against her mouth, and her fangs sank into my flesh roughly.

Her eyes rolled when she took her first taste, and then she melted into my chest as she drank with urgency.

I groaned, dropping my head back against the gravestone with a mix of pleasure and pain and watched her with pride.

She was so fucking brave. Knowing I came so close to losing her only made having her like this so much sweeter.

In a sudden blur of motion, she spun around on my lap, straddling me.

Her scarlet eyes were still full of manic hunger as she stared into mine, but the colour had returned to her skin.

I lifted my hand to caress her plump, blood-coated lips, feeling fierce desire threatening to consume me.

Darcelle, as a witch, was fucking stunning, but as a vampire… she was unbelievable.

“More,” she breathed, her eyes casting down to the veins protruding in my neck. I smirked, my dick jolting beneath her with aching lust.

I tilted my head to the side, offering her all of me and she lunged forward without hesitation, sinking her fangs into my neck.

I winced at the pain of her unpractised bite before I chuckled darkly.

I didn’t care that she wasn’t gentle at all.

In fact, I quite liked how vicious and demanding she was. So did my dick.

With her hands in my hair, pinning my head back against the stone, her fangs in my throat, I sensed the moment her hunger morphed into desire when her hips bucked over me. I groaned and grabbed handfuls of her ass, helping her to move against my cock.

“Fuck,” I gritted when she moaned into my neck, taking feverish gulps of my blood. Her hand slid between us, opening my jeans. “Are you going to have your wicked way with me, beautiful?”

Her answer was a possessive groan as her hand wrapped around my hard dick and she lifted her hips, sitting down on me in one thrust. I growled from deep in my chest, grabbing her hips to match her rhythm, while she drank and fucked with wild, unrelenting need.

“Good girl,” I panted. “Keep going. Take my blood and every inch of my fucking cock. Use me, Darcie. It’s all yours.”

When she’d finally had enough, she removed her fangs from my throat and grabbed the back of my neck, slamming her mouth against mine and smothering us both in my blood.

Our kiss became frantic as she moved faster, grinding harder and pressing me against the stone with strength she didn’t realise she had.

I’d have fucking bruises but I didn’t care in the slightest. My body was hers.

In every fucking sense. She could do what the hell she wanted with it.

She threw her head back and screamed out with pleasure as an intense orgasm ripped her apart, forcing me to follow straight after. I swore through the blinding ecstasy until she slumped against my chest, both of us breathing hard.

“Are you okay?” I asked breathlessly, gently brushing her hair away from her face as she looked up to meet my gaze.

I smiled softly as the deep crimson faded, revealing her warm honey-coloured eyes.

I was extremely impressed how quickly she’d just gained control over her vampire instincts, which I suspected was largely due to the richness and strength of my blood.

She grabbed my face in her hands, her eyes darting between mine. “I’m alive.”

I reached up for her face, cupping it in my hands and gliding my fingers up and down her throat, feeling her pulse as I replied, “Yes, you fucking are.”

She suddenly tugged down the back of her top and looked over her shoulder, frantically searching for something. “My mark from The Fates. It’s gone.”

I wrapped my arm around her waist and drew her attention back to me. “You’re free from your oath, Darcie. You don’t belong to them anymore. You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

She studied my face, a slow smile spreading across her own. “Then I can give you my soul? We can be together for all eternity?”

I nodded, feeling Ambroz’s delight at hearing those words fill my chest with warmth. Luckily, I was still sharing control with him so he could see and feel this moment, too. She placed her hand directly over my pounding heart and licked her red lips.

“I, Darcelle…” she paused, her face scrunching with confusion. “I don’t know which name to use…” she whispered as I held her gaze. “I’ve never felt like I truly knew who Darcelle Raine was, and Knightsbridge was my former life. I don’t know who I am.”

“How about Darcelle Nezera?” I husked, leaning forward so our chests pressed against each other, and I kissed her lips softly. She blinked at me. “How does that sound?”

The most dazzling smile lit up her face and my heart seized. “It sounds perfect. But doesn’t it have to be officially my name for this soul thing to work?”

“Then let’s make it official…” I smirked, plucking a length of grass and twisting it into a ring. She giggled as I took her hand and slid the makeshift ring onto her finger. “Marry me. Right now.”

“Right now?” she chuckled, raising her eyebrows and pointing down at our laps where I was still fully inside her.

“Okay, maybe not right now . But tonight.”

“You’re crazy,” she laughed, shaking her head as her black curls bounced around her face. “But…hell yes. I’ll marry the fuck out of you.”

I chuckled, grabbing her jaw and kissing her deeply. Before the sun rose on a new day, this woman would be my wife, my mate and my forever. Nothing was ever going to stop that from becoming true. Not even fate.