Page 66 of Dark Souls

Addiction

H e lowered his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. With his arms wrapped tightly around my lower back, I could feel the weight of his body leaning into mine, the mental and physical exhaustion seeping through every pore of his skin.

“You need to feed,” I whispered against his lips, but he slowly rocked his head side to side against mine, refusing to open his eyes.

“This is all I need.”

“You’re exhausted. You haven’t eaten in days. You turned Ronnie. That fucking bitch killed you. You came back to life and then had to fight against her magic again. And now you are sharing control of your body, which must take a lot of energy to have you both present. Let somebody take care of you for once.”

I carefully pulled one of his arms from my back and grabbed his hand. Walking backwards, I guided him towards the bathroom. He opened his onyx eyes, still showing Heathen’s presence, and I smiled.

When we reached the bathroom, I pushed his shoulders to force him to sit on the stool by the walk-in glass shower. His body slumped heavily, and he craned his neck, leaning his head lazily against the wall to look at me as I undressed him. His wings magically folded away as he remained silent, gazing at my face. I tugged his blood-soaked jeans off his legs and then lifted the hem of his hoodie up over his head. Once he was naked, my eyes feasted on his glorious body, scanning it with concern and appreciation as I checked his wounds had healed properly. His enormous hands reached out for my hips and tugged me between his thighs as I ran my own over every inch of his skin and across his face, taking in every precious detail of him. My hands trembled a little as the adrenaline from the last two days ebbed away and was replaced by the harrowing awareness of just how close I came to losing him.

He stared up at me wordlessly, yet I knew he could feel every emotion I was projecting for the two of us through our unbreakable bond. A bond that will never cease to exist, not in this life or the next.

“How did you know?” he husked. His European voice rumbled with a slightly deeper tone than when it was only Luka present. “How did you know that giving us your soul would break the spell of the sigil and free us?”

“I didn’t. Not fully. I guessed. But at that moment, there was just nothing else I wanted more than to be yours eternally, even if it hadn’t worked. We would still have been together in some way and that’s what mattered.”

“You are fucking crazy, Snow. And I fucking love you so much.”

My lips curved as I held his face in my small hands and caressed his scarred skin with my thumbs.

“I love you too.” I leaned down and pecked his lips before pulling back as he tightened his grip around my body. It was surreal to see them together in their purest form and I didn’t think anything had ever made me feel more content. Heathen’s black curved horns remained but emerged from Luka’s deep red hair. The vines were camouflaged beneath Luka’s ink but created a beautiful shimmering effect on his tanned skin and although it was Luka’s striking face, those completely black demon eyes were eerily alluring.

“How does it feel? To be one again?”

He blinked up at me, thinking about how to answer as he lifted my black top over my head. He dropped it on the floor as I undid my trousers and stepped out of them. Grabbing my hips again, he yanked me forwards, and I straddled his muscular thighs and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“Like healing.”

His lips brushed against mine softly, and I let out a calming exhale, realising that hearing those words meant everything. I knew the road to healing would be long and difficult for Luka. But this felt like the first true step in finding the peace his soul deserved. His lips covered mine, nipping and teasing so sensually as I became lost in the taste and feel of him. This kiss was slow and explorative as if we had been parted for centuries and were making up for every second of lost time. When we broke apart, I leaned into his ear and gave him access to my neck.

“Let me help to heal you a little more.”

Without wasting another second, I felt the sharp pinch of his fangs sink into my neck and my hands delved into his hair tightly. I groaned, and my eyes rolled as I felt the blissful sensation of each dominant tug on my vein, the rush of my blood on his tongue and the way his entire body shook with restraint to not ravage me to pieces like his hunger desired. My hips rocked against him, causing my core to press and rub against his quickly hardening cock.

“Yes,” I moaned as one of his hands wrapped around my shoulder and his other gripped my ass cheek, holding me flush against him. When I felt him drinking more erratically, his chest vibrating with each groan against my neck as he lost himself in pleasure, I could feel his strength regaining through our bond and my concern for him dwindling because of it. It was like we were so in sync with each other’s needs that we no longer had to question anything. I could feel his love. His devotion. His ecstasy.

With brute strength, he lifted my ass and filled me with his perfect cock, all the way to the hilt, which caused my head to fall back as I cried out at the delicious pain that quickly sparked immediate heaven through every cell of my body. He didn’t even move. He just kept me there with his arms tightly wrapped around my body and my pussy entirely full of him as I panted through the blinding pleasure he was causing without even fucking me.

When he finally retreated from my neck, my blood dripping down his chin, the evident desire on his face had me nearly coming so hard at the sight.

“You taste so fucking good knowing you’re all mine. Your blood will purely be our bond, our love, forever more. And it makes me so hard.”

My hands travelled over his broad shoulders and down his chest, staring at his face. My own insatiable hunger suddenly peaked just by looking at the blood we now shared all around his lips. His forked tongue slowly lapped across his bottom lip and my veins burned with lust.

‘He has his forked tongue when they are sharing control? Fuck, yes.’

Allowing Rue to the surface, my eyes blazed, and my own fangs snapped down, which caused Luka’s lips to twist into a mischievous smile and Heathen’s black eyes to narrow with challenge. Grabbing his jaw, I kissed him feverishly, moaning when his forked tongue, so powerful and firm, battled against mine. Tasting my own sweet blood in our kiss was an aphrodisiac itself. His hands raked through my hair, tugging it and fisting it, keeping me from moving on his dick. The dick that was currently throbbing and twitching inside me and driving me insane with need. He ripped his lips away from me, leaning back against the wall behind and giving me a mouth-watering view of his rising and falling chest as he breathed ragged breaths.

“Your turn, Snow. Have a taste.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice. I leaned forward, pressing my exposed tits against his hard chest and biting into his neck. The moment his exquisite blood filled my mouth, I came so fucking hard. My whole body convulsed uncontrollably, which only caused more pleasure because my clit rocked against his groin and his cock applied pressure to my walls with every jolt.

“Ahh fuck, Snow,” he groaned, deep and full of grit. It only had me come harder and drink faster. So hard that I felt him pulse inside me and shudder as his warm cum filled me, leaking out between us as I continued to drink. Just knowing that his blood would be all I needed to satisfy myself for the rest of my life was the most erotic and sacred act. When I broke away, still twitching after that intense orgasm, I stared at his gorgeous face. Our eyes locked as our rapid breaths mingled in the air between us.

“Is this real?” he whispered. Those obsidian eyes had me under their spell as I nodded slowly with a small smile. “Are you really here? Am I really free? I’m not going to wake up in that cave and this has all been a dream?”

“You are free, Red. It’s real.” I ran my fingers through his hair and down one of his horns. “I’m real. You’re real. And this love between us is so fucking real it scares me.”

“Scares you?” He frowned, his dark eyebrows tensing and shifting his piercing on the left to catch the bathroom light.

“It scares me because I never knew I could love like this. I knew love existed. I grew up surrounded by it. But this, us, exceeds it all. Everything I ever thought I knew about love is nothing compared to this. Nothing in this world scares me more than losing it.”

“You will never lose it.” He sat up straighter, wrapping his arms around me and brushing the tip of his nose against mine. “That is impossible. You’re mine for eternity. And I’m yours.”

“I need you both so fucking much. I need you in every possible way. I was so scared I’d lose you.”

He suddenly stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and, with his hands on my ass, he carried me into the walk-in shower. I moaned at the movement that caused his dick to shift inside me.

“You have us, Snow.” He pressed my back against the glass and thrust his hips up, sending him deeper inside and causing me to gasp against his lips. His black eyes kept me transfixed as he squeezed my ass firmly, drawing himself out and gliding back inside with delicious tenderness. “If a demon could give their tainted, pitiful soul to a mortal, we’d give what is left of ours to you in a heartbeat.”

I grabbed his face in my hands, forcing him to pause in his movements as I held his gaze. Not for one second more would I let this man talk about himself like he meant nothing.

“Your soul is not tainted or pitiful. You have a beautiful soul, Lukas Heathen Nezera. It may be dark, and it may be fractured, but it will heal in time. And I’d be honoured to own even a single part of it.”

We stared at each other for the longest moment before he dived for my lips, devouring me with intensity. Our hands were everywhere, caressing and clawing at each other’s skin as he moved his hips with slow, meaningful thrusts. “You already own every part of it, Snow. You own every part of us. Our souls. Our heart. Every fucking breath from our lips. You own it all.”

I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as he increased his pace, but still his eyes remained on mine, forcing me to share in every sensation through our extraordinary bond. The rest of the world melted away and it was only us. Only this moment, as I got to experience my mate in his purest, most beautiful form. Sweat beaded under his red hair that flopped forwards into his inky eyes and his parted lips allowed for his heavy breathing to blend with mine as the pleasure heightened steadily, building and solidifying every ripple of ecstasy between us. It was the closest I had ever felt to them both. At that moment, we weren’t just fucking. We weren’t even making love. It was something so much more intense. It was three souls binding themselves for all eternity and allowing pure vulnerability to lead the way.

“мо?а вечна ?убави,” he husked in his native language. Without even knowing what he said, but just by the seriousness and hunger of his voice and the intensity of his eyes, I fell apart. I threw my head back against the glass, giving him access to my throat and chest as I felt his bruising kisses across my skin and the nip of his fangs. He kept his incredibly sensual thrusts exactly how I needed them, even when I felt his body tensing and his breathing turned ragged before he came just as hard. With his forehead pressed against my chest and my body wrapped around his like a koala, we both trembled and shuddered in the aftermath of that moment. My hands ran through his hair until he slowly lifted his face to look at me.

“That was…” I started but couldn’t find a word worthy enough to describe it.

“New?” He smirked.

“Yeah. New.” I smiled in return. His eyes swept over my face as if he was trying to capture this moment in his memory before landing on my lips. He leaned forwards and tugged my bottom lip between his teeth, causing a bead of blood to form when he released it from his fangs. A guttural groan escaped his lips as he stared at it.

“I think we have a problem.”

“What’s that?” I asked, cocking my head to the side with amusement at the naughty glint in his eyes and the cocky smile that was appearing.

“I’m not sure if we can ever stop fucking you. Now we have your soul and can feel your pleasure so much more intensely. It’s like an addiction. If you thought we were obsessed with you before, you’re about to realise how fucking much we were holding back. And right now, there is no way we are stopping until you beg us.”

I laughed, which turned into a sharp gasp when he pulled out his still hard cock to the tip, only to shove back inside me brutally just to prove his point.

“Hmm, that is quite a predicament to be in.” I moaned against his tongue as it lapped up the blood on my lower lip. “Especially because we have assholes to kill. Hearts to eat. Etcetera.”

“Fuck.” He threw his head back, thrusting into me with so much power I saw stars. “Now you’re talking my love language, Snow, and only making our situation more problematic.”

I chewed my lip between my teeth to fight another giggle as he looked back at my face. Suddenly, he grabbed my neck in one of his hands, pinning me against the glass and restoring instant arousal and the need for him to take me again. But this time, I wanted him untamed. I wanted him raw. The way I knew both Heathen and Luka to be. The way I craved them.

“Seeing you covered in blood is sexy as fuck, but from now on, I only want you covered in mine or your own. No one else’s. You understand?”

My eyes sparkled with desire at his possessiveness as I slowly nodded. His black eyes cast down my chest, feasting on my tits that were coated with blood from my fight but also from drinking him and him drinking me. He reached up, grabbed one of my boobs roughly in his huge hands and covered my nipple with his mouth. I moaned at the sensation of his forked tongue flicking and teasing the sensitive skin until he bit down on it and I cried out. He lapped away the blood and then followed the trail up my chest to my neck, cleaning me as he fucked me hard. Every pound into my pussy slammed me against the glass door and my nails dug into his skin, needing more.

“I’m going to destroy this perfect cunt. And I’m not going to stop unless you tell me to. You can pass out, scream, cry, bite me for all I care, but I won’t stop fucking you unless you say the words, got it?” he growled into my ear. Holy shit.

“I hope you’re not all talk, Red. Because you know how stubborn I am. We could be fucking for days.” I smirked at the wickedness in his eyes, knowing I was tempting him with his own desires.

An irresistible smile appeared on his face in slow motion that was so Heathen and Luka combined it took my breath away. “Oh, Snow. You may have fucked us individually, but you have no idea what you’ve just signed up for by teasing us both together.”

“Shut up and show me then,” I demanded, rolling my eyes like the brat I knew they loved me to be. His eyes narrowed, and he allowed his tongue to roll down one of his razor-sharp fangs, which had me nearly whimpering in anticipation at the dangerous pleasure he was promising.

Suddenly, he dropped me to my feet and spun me around. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pressed my front against the cold glass with his rock-hard body. The juxtaposing sensation of the freezing glass on my tits and the heat of his body against my back had me in a state of bliss already.

“Are you going to take our demon cock like a good girl or are you going to keep being a little fucking brat?” he growled, yanking my hair back until my head was bent so much that I could see him upside down behind me. It would take more than a little hair pulling to put me in my place, and he knew it.

“Hmm, I still think you and your ribbed cock are all talk.”

With sudden brutal strength, he grabbed my hips and hoisted me up to his waist, forcing my legs to wrap around his thighs and my hands to press against the glass for balance. I gasped.

“Let’s see, shall we?”

As soon as he’d finished his sentence, I felt his cock pressing against my entrance and in one intense thrust he was completely inside me and pounded into me with such intense precision and speed, the sounds that rocketed from my mouth weren’t human. Every slam inside me had my tits pressing against the glass and when his hand gripped my hair and his other reached around my front, circling and flicking my clit, it didn’t take long for the orgasm to rip from my body. But he never stopped. If anything, he fucked me harder. Faster. Owned my body and each orgasm that he forced from it like they were trophies he was intent on earning just to prove me wrong. When he used his lust manipulation to make me feel sensations all over my skin that weren’t even there–teasing my asshole, playing with my nipples and flicking my clit as he fucked me furiously–the orgasms became earth-shattering, tearing my body to pieces with each one only to have him give me even more pleasure than I thought possible in the next one.

At some point, he’d turned the shower on, washing all the blood off our bodies as he continued to fuck me relentlessly while massaging me with the soap. I cried, I screamed, but I never demanded him to stop. I knew I even blacked out after one insane orgasm to wake up and find myself still in his arms, holding me up by my throat to keep my head balanced against his shoulder as he continued to pump into me and drink my blood.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groaned, hammering into my pussy as I straddled his lap under the warm head of the shower and leaned back on my hands that were gripping his parted legs. His hands roamed my tits and down my stomach, as his eyes followed their trail until he started watching his cock disappearing inside me with every thrust. “You take us so fucking well, Snow. Look.”

He grabbed the nape of my neck and pulled my spent body forwards, connecting our foreheads as we both glanced down to watch him sliding himself in and out of me like he had been for hours. The sight alone had one more, needless to say, almost painful orgasm erupting inside me and making me shake and cry out so loudly, I felt sorry for all the neighbours. He followed immediately after, swearing and groaning as he came hard and threw his head back under the stream of water. He cut the water off without even moving and, in my delusional state, I was too exhausted to realise he had used his telekinesis. My whole body flopped onto his, and he wrapped his arms around me, his hard dick still buried inside. There was no doubt he’d be ready to go again in a few minutes. For the first time in my life, I was happy to admit I had been proven wrong. He really would keep fucking me until I told him to stop.

“No more,” I muttered, barely audible as he ran his fingers down my damp hair and I closed my eyes. “No fucking more.”

“What was that?” I heard the smirk in his tone without even lifting my head to look at him.

“You win. You’re obsessed. You’re a sex demon. You can go for days. I get it. You win.”

“I think we both win.” He chuckled, leaning down and kissing the top of my head that was resting against his chest. “Do I get a reward for winning?”

My head snapped up as I glared at him. He broke into a handsome smile that made a flutter in my stomach. That flutter came with a loud grumble.

“Joke.” He laughed. He twisted my body on his lap so he could hold me in one arm and lift his other to his mouth. I stared with confusion when he bit into his wrist and then held it out to me. The blood that appeared made that stomach groan grow louder. He smiled even wider, like the sound delighted him.

“You’re hungry again after all that. Drink.”

My eyes took in the blood that dripped down his tattooed arm and I licked my lips, feeling overcome with need. I really did feel famished. I grabbed his arm, wrapped my lips around his wrist and started to drink eagerly. He dropped his head back against the shower tiles and released a low humming sound of contentment as I took what I needed until I felt full. When I released him, wiping my mouth with my hand, I peered up at his face as he gave me a lazy grin.

“Will I really only ever desire to feed from you? Do I not even need to eat human food now?” I asked, realising I had so many questions about how my life may change from now on. I had always been so independent and now, my entire existence relied on drinking my mate’s blood. I didn’t hate it. In fact, I loved drinking his blood. Not only was it the most delicious taste to me, but every time I did, it was as if our bond grew even stronger. I felt stronger because of it. The act was so intimate, and I never knew feeding could be like this. I wouldn’t miss drinking other people’s blood. It was actually a relief that I couldn’t because I could never stomach blood bags in the first place and always needed a live feed to feel satisfied. But this also comes with so many more complexities.

“No. You will solely survive on my blood alone. You can still eat human food if you wish, but it won’t taste the same. It would be bland and pointless. My mother could never stomach it. She always cooked us Serbian food, but she would sit there and watch us all eat with a smile. I never really questioned it as a child. I just thought it was a strange quirk of hers. Now I know she would wait until we were all in bed and then feed from my father privately.”

“How often will I need to feed from you?”

He shrugged his shoulders. “Whenever you feel the need, I guess. Don’t ever feel like you can’t take what you need from me. I’ll be able to feel when you are hungry through our bond anyway, so there is no hiding it.”

I blew out a breath and leaned my head back on his chest, running my fingers across his inked, scarred arms. I tried to hide my smile as I said the next words, knowing exactly what his reaction would be. “What if we have to be apart for a few days? Or one of us has to go on a trip somewhere–”

He grabbed my face and turned it to meet his penetrating gaze. The deep frown on his face was comical. “Why the fuck would we ever be apart? You’ll always be by my side. I’ve spent centuries alone. Centuries without you. Don’t you dare even think about leaving me for a fucking trip for a few days? You can go where the fuck you like in this life, Ilaria, but you had better believe that I will be right there with you.”

I couldn’t hide the beaming smile, and he dropped his hand, shaking his head when he realised I was playing with him. I felt exactly the same way.

“Brat,” he groaned, pulling us both up to our feet and grabbing two towels.

“You love it,” I teased as he wrapped one around my body before tying the other around his waist. I walked forwards a few steps towards the bathroom door and winced at the soreness between my legs. A dark, devilish chuckle vibrated from his chest and into my back as he wrapped his arms around me.

“Sore, baby?”

“You’re an asshole.” I slapped his arms off me and opened the bathroom door, waddling out as if I had just given birth. I would definitely need an hour or two to recover before we go back and see my family.

“About bloody time! Do you know how long I have had to sit here and blast heavy rock from your emo playlist to drown out your sex noises?”

My feet froze and eyes burst out of my head when I saw the mop of ringlets and those soft hazel eyes that belonged to my best friend.

“Neve?”

She ripped my headphones off her ears and stood up from the sofa, opening her arms out wide to me. I half ran, half galloped across the room towards her, which made her throw her head back and laugh wildly.

“You look like a cowboy who has been on one long ass ride the way you are waddling! But we both know it wasn’t a horse you were riding.” She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. “Good for you, girl! And, sir.” She peered over my shoulder at Red and saluted him. “The utmost respect to you. That was a record number of orgasms. I counted nine?”

“I’m pretty sure you’re missing at least four. You must be Neve.” He strolled across the room with a smug smile plastered on his face as he held his hand out to her. “Ilaria told me a lot about you.”

“Has she now?” Neve looked from him to me with an accusing glare. “Well, she has told me fuck all about you. Which means…” She stepped forwards, grabbing his arm and hooking it with hers before dragging him towards the sofa. “I get to grill you all on my own and there is nothing she can do about it. Wait. Are you Luka or Heathen right now? Or a mix? I want to interrogate the vamp first.”

I slammed my hand over my mouth to hide my laughter as a look of pure fear and confusion appeared on our mate’s face. He fell onto the sofa in his towel, giving Neve full advantage of a good ogling of his body before she looked back at me. “Where did you find this one? On the cover of a Rolling Stones mag? He is like your perfect man.”

“He is my perfect man,” I answered, folding my arms across my chest as a genuine smile transformed her face. She looked suddenly emotional as she sucked her lips in and placed one hand over her chest.

“Aww, baby girl. Look at you all in love and shit. I am so proud. This is epic.”

I rolled my eyes and walked towards the bedroom. “I’m going to get dressed.”

When Red attempted to stand up to follow me, Neve grabbed his arm and hauled him back down. “Nuh-uh. You’re staying with me. Right, I want to see these wings, please. Ruby said they were black and feathered. Can you actually fly? You are so fucking lucky if you can. If I could have one superpower, I’d always choose to be able to fly. I bet it’s an incredible feeling. But I just have a wolf. Oh, and a bit of white magic. Which is cool, obviously, but it’s not as awesome as flying.”

I peered over my shoulder, unable to hide the shit-eating grin on my face as I looked back at my best friend, a girl so completely opposite to me in every way but my soul sister, nonetheless, and my soulmate. The pleading look on his face not to leave him with this mad woman was priceless before I wiggled my fingers and shut the door on them both.

I’d take a stake to my heart to save that man, but when it comes to my best friend, he’s on his own.