Okay. You asked for longer chapters, so I combined what I had planned as 3 and 4 into one giant block. So I'm sorry if it took a little longer to write this one. My fingers are cramping, but it's worth it.
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Ow.
It wasn't sunlight or the sounds of birds chirping happily that woke her up. It wasn't anything bright and joyful at all. It was the pain in her shoulder. A small pain -she figured no larger that the size of a silver dollar- but it was enough to get her attention. She groaned. What better time for her shoulder to pop out of place? Her eyes flickered open, adjusting slowly to the dim light of the flaming sconces hanging on the walls. She turned her head, trying to find the source of the pain.
On the very edge of her shoulder, just before the flesh curved down to meet her bicep, was a small circular mark. Bright red and slightly raised, the mark looked like two crescent moons pointed toward each other. Small indentations, about ten or so, made up the crescent halves. Two of the indentations, equal distance apart along one row of indents, were deeper than the others and had small scabs where their notches should have been. She stared at the marks quizzically, still dazed and groggy from sleep, confused as to what could have made such a mark. Then, like a fire alarm resounding in her head, she found the answer.
Bite marks.
Anger flared inside. The bastard had bit her! She ground her teeth, now fully awake. Apparently, his cannibalistic nature had raised its loathsome head. But the man was too much of a coward to devour her when she was awake and ready to punch his face in. She was going to let him have to now.
Furious that he had actually sunk that low, she rolled over and pushed herself up onto her elbow. She grabbed the edge of the blankets, still torn and shredded from the night before, and prepared to pull them back. An instant before she could pull them off and jump out of bed, a strong arm wrapped around her waist and yanked her back into the mattress. Stunned, she rolled over and stared into the face of the man she was just about to kill.
Darian lay on his side, the midnight colored sheets only covering everything below his waist. His muscled abdomen, still covered in luminescent gold paint, was on full display. He smiled at her, razor-sharp canines glinting in the warm light of the sconces. His eyes, which had the amazing ability to change color whenever he felt like screwing with her, were a soft sky blue.
"Morning." His tone was cheery, as if absolutely nothing was wrong and it was just another day in Hell.
That's it. Time for that damn smirk of his to go bye-bye.
"You asshole! You bit me!" Raging, she threw a wild haymaker, connecting perfectly with his cheek. His head whipped to the side, slamming into the pillow. She sat up and glared at him, secretly wishing that the heat from her gaze would set him on fire.
He shook his head to clear it, rubbing a hand against his cheek. She hoped she had smashed the bones to powder.
"What the hell?" He glared at her, his eyes quickly shifting to a fiery red.
"You
fucking
bit me!" She cocked her arm back, preparing to strike again.
Moving far too fast for her to react -Advantage: Darian- he sat up in the bed and stared into her eyes. One hand had managed to catch her fist in mid-punch. The other had wrapped around her waist, trapping her free arm against her side, leaving her defenseless. He pulled her tight against him, holding her body flush to his. The fingers that held her fist in place squeezed hard, causing her to wince in pain.
She struggled against his embrace, trying to break free. It was a useless endeavor. His grip on her was like iron. His eyes blazed when she fought against him. He bared his teeth and growled, jerking her hard against his body. His message was crystal clear: She wasn't going anywhere.
Trapped, she glared at him. If she couldn't escape by breaking free, maybe she could yell enough that he'd back off.
"You bit me." She said through clenched teeth.
Clearly in the mood to play, Darian gave her a mocking smile, taking great care to make sure his canines were in full view. "And you enjoyed it."
Her jaw dropped for an instant. She recovered and shot back, gathering up all her anger for a fight. "How the hell would you know? I was asleep, you coward!"
Twisting their bodies, Darian forced her down onto the bed, pinning her to the sheets. He held both of her wrists above her head in one hand, his other arm supporting his weight. He straddled her waist, preventing her from kicking out at him.
"A coward, am I?" He growled at her.
Shit. Bad move.
He leaned close, pressing his forehead to her own. His crimson eyes blazed. The tiny specks of gold with in the blood red irises reflected the light like sparks of passion bursting through the barrier that was his soul...If he even
had
a soul. She swallowed loudly, fear starting to swirl in her gut.
A sinister smile slowly came over his perfect lips. "A
coward
, you say?" His free hand reached over and clawed at her neck, trailing his sharp nails along the side of her throat. Not enough to draw blood, but enough to make her flinch at the small delivery of pain.
She grasped at every spark of pain and anger that she could conjure, staring him down. "You bit me while I was asleep, you jackass. You're the only predator I know that's not willing to devour their prey when it's awake. If that's no cowardice, I don't know what it."
A harsh laugh burst from his mouth. "But I
did
devour you, didn't I? Isn't that what you were begging me for more last night?"
She clamped her jaw shut, glaring at him.
"Ah, so the little hell-cat's remarks are finally quieted. And because of her own sexuality, no less. How interesting. I wonder why that's such a shame to you." His smile became sinister. "Is it because you don't accept it? Oh, my dear, sweet princess. If you're going to live here like the rest of us, you're going to have to accept that sex and pleasure are a daily occurrence here. That's just something you'll need to get used to. Especially if
I'm
going to be feasting on you."
He leaned close, brushing his lips against the outer shell of her ear. "Besides, I distinctly remember you moaning my name when I bit you." The feel of his lips on her skin sent a shiver down her spine. "You whispered my name when I sank my teeth into your shoulder. And you had the sexiest little smile on your lips."
His lips slid to the small hollow just below her ear. She felt them part, his sharp canines barely pressing against her skin. They squeezed down just the tiniest bit, not quite breaking the skin but enough to make her jump. He pulled back, licking her skin clean of any abrasions.
"Want me to show you how you felt?" His voice had taken on a darker tone, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike.
Not giving her a chance to answer, he threw back the sheets, shifting his weight so that he was lying beside her. Hands still pinned, she watched with angry, fear-ridden eyes as he grinned at her, then dipped his head to her shoulder.
Moving slowly, he brushed his lips against her skin, moving down towards her breasts. Sensing his intent, she thrashed, trying to break free. But his hand held her like a vice. He continued his decent, every once in a while using his tongue to trace a small line across her skin. She shivered in spite of herself, not wanting to give into him but helpless not to.
After long, agonizing minutes of licking and teasing her skin, Darian finally arrived at her breasts. Shooting her a hungry smile, he teased her nipple with his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suckle. Her back arched, and she bit hard on her lip to keep from crying out. Too hard. She tasted blood on her tongue. Her thoughts turned jumbled as he toyed with her. Damn this man. He made her lose all though, no matter how hard she tried to control herself.
Pulling away from her nipple, Darian moved to kiss the soft underbelly of her breast. She moaned: part fear, part hunger, part shock. She moaned again when she felt the tips of his teeth pressed to her flesh. He hesitated, teasing her. Playing with her fear as much as her growing arousal.
Without warning he bit down, sinking not only his canines but all of his teeth into the soft flesh. She cried out, her back arching. Sensing the opportunity, Darian's free hand slipped under her bowed back, simultaneously holding her in place and pulling her closer. He didn't devour her like she'd expected. Instead he remained locked to her, flicking his tongue against her skin every so often to relish the taste of her blood.
Frightened as she was –and equally as furious- Kara had to admit that the experience wasn't unpleasant. Cradled against his mouth, she felt weightless. Her body went limp against him and she closed her eyes, savoring the momentary freedom of her body's endless demands. She would happily admit that she enjoyed the experience. That didn't mean she wasn't going to knock his teeth in for doing it. But for now, she relaxed, letting him feed as he wanted to.
After what felt like hours of being trapped between the soft mattress and his body, Darian finally released her breast from his mouth. Running his tongue along the small wounds, he stopped the bleeding. He took his time licking away the residual blood from her skin.
"Honey of the gods." He whispered as he pulled away from her skin and knelt beside her. "Enjoyable?" He grinned up at her, releasing her hands. "Lucky girl. You've been devoured in two different ways by a cannibal in one night. Most pay extra for that." He looked at her with content and expectant eyes, guessing incorrectly that she was down and out from his bite.
Strike one, dumbass.
Her eyes snapped open. Balling her fist, she sent one well-aimed hook punch straight at his jaw. He fell backwards onto the bed, cradling his jaw and shouting a litany of curses. Moving as fast as she could, she sprung off the bed and grabbed the sheer black robe that had been given to her, scooping it up off the floor and wrapping it around her body.
"You asshole! You actually though I'd enjoy being bitten?" Rage fueled her words.
Recovering from her impressive blow, he sat up and turned to face her. His eyes were black again. "I didn't hear any objections coming from your side."
"That's because I was too pissed to file a complaint to Human Resources!" God damn it, she was going to kill him.
His smile was triumphant. "Then my plan worked perfectly."
A heartbeat before she could launch herself at him to claw his face off, a knock resounded on the heavy door. Barely containing the rage that boiled inside her, she stormed across the marble floor and yanked open the heavy door.
