Frailty: The Darkshine Page 6

  “Ah, Gaijryc, my brother!”

  Gaijryc threw his hand up in greeting as he walked over toward Adais. Aires nodded in acknowledgement as he threw his hand of cards down and folded. Ryce, Dridge, and Cooldred sat with Aires, engrossed in the game. They all nodded in welcome. He moved toward the next table as Bischop, Emmoch, and Gideionn sat, playing Russian roulette. Several other tables had DarkShine males playing other various card games, laughter and swearing ringing throughout the room. Gaijryc walked over to the wall and leaned against it, watching the games being played around him, staying quiet as anger and irritation still pulsed through him.

  “You know I can smell her on you.”

  Gaijryc’s head wiped to the side as Gradeall stepped out from the shadows. “What did you just say?” His voice was no more than a low, deep whisper. Gradeall leaned against the wall, so close his arm brushed against Gaijryc’s.

  “I said, I can smell her on you, the human female.”

  Gaijryc growled. “I’m going to pretend you didn’t say anything.” He turned back and watched the games being played, trying to ignore what Gradeall had just revealed.

  “I meant no disrespect.” Gradeall had grown up with Gaijryc, both of them being young boys and practicing their swords together. Gradeall was a typical DarkShine male, very unemotional, detached, and ruthless. He was a force to be reckoned with, and when he wanted something, he got it.

  “You have known me for thousands of years, my lord. You know how acute my senses are. You might have fooled the males around you, but I can pick up on the most subtle of scents. I would never do anything to break the trust we have, you must know that. You like what you like, even if it is a human female.”

  He looked toward Gradeall and lifted the corner of his lip at him. “You do not speak about this to anyone, not even me. Is that understood?” He watched Gradeall’s profile, his black hair hanging loosely around his features, the color shining almost blue under the lighting. Gradeall turned at looked at him, his pale gray eyes seeming void and distant.

  “You should know better than to request that of me. How long have you known me? You should already know I don’t speak things to others.”

  He pushed off the wall and walked past the tables and out the double doors. Gaijryc watched him the whole way, knowing that he wouldn’t speak about what he revealed to anyone. He looked at the antique clock sitting off to the side and casually walked away from the wall. He wanted to go back to Helina, wanted to see her beautiful face, wanted to smell her innocent aroma, but what he craved to do most of all was to bury himself deep inside of her until he’d fully claimed her.

  He bid farewell to the males and headed out of the mansion and into the night. He didn’t like the fact that Gradeall had found out about Helina, didn’t like that another DarkShine male had picked up on her scent. He was territorial and possessive of her. He knew from the very first scent of her that she would be his undoing. Knowing that another male knew about her made his fangs ache with jealousy and the adrenaline pump through his body. If there was one thing that he knew with certainty, it was that he planned on making Helina his, even if it did damn him.

  Claiming her

  Gaijryc ran as fast as he could to the cabin. He scanned the area and made sure no one followed him. He took the steps up to the porch quickly, yet stealthy. The dim glow of the lights through the kitchen and living room window illuminated the small porch. He breathed heavily, could hear it in the silence and willed himself to calm down.

  He closed his eyes and sent his senses inside, searching for what he wanted most. He could hear her heartbeat, the soft and gentle rhythm that calmed and soothed him. He walked to the front door and lifted his hand, his pulse racing so quickly he thought she would surely hear it. He brought his fist down on the wood, the sound seeming too loud even to his ears. She didn’t come to the door, but he could easily hear her little heartbeat pick up a frightened speed.

  He sensed her coming closer, her fear going through the wood and into his body. He placed his palm on the cold wood and closed his eyes. His head dropped between his shoulders as he let the feeling of her life force course through him. His fangs ached to pierce her, and his cock throbbed to be buried inside of her until she was fully his. His nails dug into the wood, little shards embedding under his fingernails. “It’s me, Helina.” His voice sounded haggard, deep and scratchy as he continued to let his head hang.

  He heard her heart take on a different beat, a beat that showed how excited she was—a beat that showed her desire. He wanted nothing more than to break the door down and take her right there, claim her as his own. The lock on the door clicked open and he dropped his hand as she pulled it open. She stood before him, wearing nothing more than an oversized shirt, the light from the room showcasing her slender form.

  “Hi.”

  Her voice was soft, her small nipples poking through the white fabric. He licked his lips as he stared at them, the color of her areolas showing faintly as her breasts rose and fell to the rhythm of her breathing. He didn’t say anything, just walked in and shut the door behind him with his foot.

  Helina walked backwards as Gaijryc pushed his way inside and shut the door with a loud click. She didn’t know what it was, but there was definitely something different about him, something more primal and feral about the way he was presenting himself. She didn’t miss how he kept looking at her body, his eyes going to her breasts and…lower.

  Clutching the book she had been reading to her chest, she watched him remove the black jacket he wore. The black button down shirt that was revealed showed every line and definition of his muscled body. She eyed him appreciatively. The jeans he wore fit him to perfection, a little baggy all around, but did nothing to hide what was underneath. He never took his eyes off her as he threw the jacket onto the small table next to the kitchen.

  “What are you doing, Gaijryc?” Her voice quivered as she asked the question. She swallowed in nervousness. She couldn’t move, just stood there, not knowing what to say or do as he stalked toward her.

  “No one has bothered you?”

  She shook her head as he came closer to her.

  “I hadn’t sensed anyone, but I wanted to make sure. Do you like it so far?”

  “What?” She murmured as she watched him. He held his arms open as if to show her the cabin. She couldn’t help but notice how the shirt stretched against the hard contours of his chest. “I didn’t expect you back so soon.”

  He kept his eyes on her as he walked through the kitchen, running his hand along the smooth surface of the countertop. “I couldn’t help myself.”

  She couldn’t believe what he had just said, but she didn’t deny the little trill of pleasure that went through her at his admission. Helina felt naked with just the shirt on, and now regretted that she hadn’t bothered to put a bra on or a pair of panties. Her hair was damp from her earlier bath, and she knew he could see right through the material. Idly running her fingers over the book’s pages, she tried to occupy her mind on something other than the pulse between her legs.

  “Were you reading?”

  His eyes went down to the book she held, and she brought it up and looked at it as if she hadn’t realized it had been in her grasp. “Oh, yes. I was just flipping through it. I found a bunch of old books in a cupboard.”

  “Anything good?”

  “Most of them I have never heard of, but I found an old tattered copy of Romeo and Juliet.”

  “A tale of star-crossed lovers.” He smiled and walked up to her, taking the book gently out of her hands and running his fingers over the spine. “Have you read this before?”

  She nodded and watched him look through the pages. “In high school we had to read it.”

  “Did it make you cry?”

  “What?”

  “The ending of the book, did you cry?”

  “Well, yes, I guess I did. It was a long time ago. Have you ever read it?”

  He smiled at her as he set the book down
and moved toward the couch. He sat down and leaned back, putting both arms on the back of the cushions. “I have had a lot of time on my hands. I do have to say it was one of my favorites.” He patted the spot next to him.

  Helina was hesitant to sit next to him, but images of the previous evening’s ministrations had her cheeks heating, and between her legs getting wet. Gaijryc’s whole demeanor screamed of complete relaxation and confidence. Helina couldn’t help but notice his body, all that male masculinity that made her feel so feminine. Sitting on the couch, her ass hanging half off of it, she bunched her hands tightly in her lap. He leaned forward, his arms resting on his thighs as he stared at her.

  “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, Helina.”

  “You haven’t?” She swallowed again, her mouth feeling so dry it was as if she had eaten cotton for dinner.

  “Have you, sweet Helina?”

  “Have I what?” She whispered, adrenalin now pumping through her bloodstream fiercely.

  “Thought about me as I have about you?”

  She stared at him, looked right into his beautiful green eyes as he urged her to answer. Helina didn’t answer, just sat there, the silence around them deafening. The truth was she had been thinking about him, every minute he was away. Staring into his face, she felt his fingers skim along her hand. She shivered at the feel.

  “You feel so good Helina, so soft and smooth.”

  Closing her eyes, she let the feel of those digits caress her very cells. He moved his touch to her face and traced her lips.

  “Will you let me kiss you here again?”

  She opened her eyes at his soft, yet heated words. His face was right in front of hers. His smell was intoxicating, the aroma making her wetter. Nodding, she braced herself as he tilted his head and descended toward her mouth. She closed her eyes as soon as she felt his lips on hers. His lips were firm yet soft, sweet yet dark. She knew what to expect this time and it made it that much more delicious. He coaxed her to open for him, his tongue sweeping through the seam and touching hers in an intimate caress.

  She opened her mouth wider and let him take the lead. Gasping, she was lifted up and placed on his lap, one leg on each side of his thighs. Her shirt had risen up, her mound rubbing against the rough fabric of his jeans. His arms were on her hips, gripping her sides as he deepened the kiss. She moaned into his mouth. He moved his hands down to the hem of her shirt and slipped under it. His fingers explored her lower back, running up and down her skin and giving her goose bumps.

  The cool air brushed along the most intimate parts of her body. Breaking the kiss, she leaned back so that she could look at him. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it over her head, tossing it to the ground. His eyes were trained on her face, but his hands were at her breasts, kneading them gently, his thumbs raking over the hard tips. She shivered and closed her eyes, moaning at the feel of his roughened skin against her nipples. The sensation was incredible and like nothing she had ever felt before. “That feels incredible.”

  “Not nearly as incredible as it feels to me.”

  Smiling, she brought her lips to his again and kissed him deeply. His fingers ran across her nipples, making them even stiffer them they already were. “I want you Gaijryc.”

  He stared at her as he brought his hand up and cupped her cheek. She thought he would have said something in response, but the silence continued between them. Before she knew what was happening he crushed his to hers again with an almost bruising force. His hands went to her bottom were they cupped and massaged her cheeks. He gripped her waist and lifted her up.

  Their mouths never broke contact as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist. She felt so spread, the air brushing along her pussy lips as he walked them toward the bed, and then laid her gently on it. He stepped back and started to unbutton his shirt, his hooded gaze on hers the whole time. Breathing out hard, she reveled in his smooth golden chest, the muscles rippling beneath the skin.

  He went to his belt and undid it, all the while keeping his focus on her. Her attention went back to his hands as he unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. A light sheen of sweat started to coat her skin as she watched him push his pants down. He wore no underwear, a fact that had her pussy contracting with need. Her nipples were so hard they ached, and she could feel the moisture gathering at the apex of her thighs. She looked down at his cock and thought her heart would stop. He was huge. He was as thick as her wrists, the length hanging heavy between his thighs. She looked up at him with wide eyes and pushed her now-dry hair out of her face.

  “Are you sure, Helina?”

  She had to admit that although she was a virgin, she wasn’t blind or naïve. Helina didn’t even know if something that size would fit inside of her. Looking down at his cock again, she swallowed. The skin of his penis was smooth and matched the color of his chest, the head big and round. She was surprised to see it already had a pearl-sized drop of clear liquid at the tip. Glancing back up at him, she braced herself as he moved toward her.

  “Are you sure?”

  Nodding, she tensed as he moved between her legs, spreading them wide so his big body could fit between. She gasped as she felt the hot, hard length of his erection press against her vagina. She was already soaking wet and his penis slid against her skin easily. He lightly thrust his hips forward, causing a delicious friction to start. Gasping, she bit her lip as a moan welled in her throat. His hands were everywhere, running along her arms, spearing through her hair, and finally caressing her breasts as his lips nipped and teased at the skin of her neck. She withered and moaned under him, wanting desperately to feel him inside of her.

  “Please, Gaijryc.”

  “I love it when you say my name. Love it when it rolls off your tongue in the throes of passion.”

  His hand snaked down her side, teasing the sensitive skin across her ribs and down her hip. He skimmed his fingers across her stomach, the digits caressing her navel and drawing a little circle around it. All the while his mouth did wicked things to her neck, his teeth scraping along the sensitive flesh. She kept her head to the side, loving the feel of his tongue stroking against her pulse. What she wanted desperately was for him to bite her, to sink his massive fangs into her skin and suck hard. Helina should have been disturbed by her thoughts, but she couldn’t deny the dark temptation he presented.

  His hand was suddenly between their bodies and she felt his finger slide along the folds of her pussy. Opening her eyes, she looked down and watched as he gripped his shaft and placed it at the opening of her sex. She could feel the hot head of his erection, the sensation like fire along her skin.

  He leaned against her neck and whispered along her throat. “I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything my entire existence.”

  She placed her hand on the back of his head, making sure he stayed right where he was. Slowly she moved her hand between their bodies and placed her hand over his. His whole body tensed above hers but he didn’t pull away.

  “I want you here.” She pushed his penis into her opening, only the head lodging itself inside. She gasped as her skin stretched, a delicious burn seeming to encompass her. “I want you here too.” She moved her neck to the side and pressed his head against her throat. He growled deeply and it vibrated against her neck. Spreading her legs wider in encouragement, she arched her hips. He stopped and looked down at her.

  “Is there something wrong?”

  He shook his head, closed his eyes and swallowed. “Are you ready, Helina?”

  “Yes,” she murmured. He started to pull out and before she could object, he suddenly plunged back inside of her. Her mouth went open in a silent scream as a slight pain and sting traveled throughout her whole body. She felt herself being stretched beyond limit, the pleasure and pain of it like nothing she had ever felt before. Her vagina instinctively clutched around his shaft and he cursed as he looked into her eyes. He didn’t move for the longest time and she knew it was so her body co
uld get used to his size.

  “I’m sorry.”

  She smiled up at him and ran her fingers along his chiseled, square jaw. “It’s okay.” He pulled his hips back and she could feel the hard, thick length of him sliding along her passage. Moaning aloud, she closed her eyes and willed herself to relax. He went slow and easy, the first few strokes letting her body get accustomed to him. His breathing soon became fast and heavy. A slight sweat covered his body as his thrusting became harder, quicker. She started to move her body with his, lifting her hips to meet his. The sound of their sex slapping together created the most erotic noise.

  His eyes were closed and a look of concentration encompassed him. The veins in his arms bulged out as he braced himself above her, pounded relentlessly into her body. His fangs were prominent, touching his bottom lip, seeming much larger and sharper than before. Closing her eyes, she moaned as a wave of intense pleasure coursed through her, rendering all coherent thought from her mind. She seemed to be able to feel every line and vein in his cock, felt the sheer girth of him stretch her open, rubbing along her inner walls as his momentum picked up. She couldn’t help but moan as the big head of his cock hit her cervix with every push of his hips. He pulled out, only leaving the thick crest lodged inside of her pussy before slamming back into her.

  In and out. In and out. He was feral in his onslaught, the pleasure he caused her exquisite torture.

  “You feel so good, Helina. You’re so little down there, tight and hot and strangling my cock.”

  She groaned at his erotic words—just hearing him speak like that made her more aroused. Bringing her legs up higher, she wrapped them around his hips. He stopped momentarily, sat back and gripped her waist, pulling her slightly down on the bed and tilting her hips up. Her legs fell over his thighs, causing their conjoined sexes to be displayed to his viewing pleasure. He stared at where his cock was buried in her pussy. Licking his lips, he started to move in and out of her again. She lifted her hands over her head and gripped the iron bars that made up the headboard. She felt stretched out in front of him, an offering to a mythological creature.