A Lover's Worth (Spawn of Darkness Book 3)

by S. A. Parker

  They all groan, and Kal’s eyes begin their slow fade to black.

  Was it something I said?

  Aero puts a hand on Sol’s head, eyes glazing. Sol barely flinches as Aero takes the vision. It doesn’t take long before Aero’s eyes snap back to the now and he removes his hand. “I’ve seen this guy before, he’s on the Kings fucking guard ...”

  Now they’re all yelling in that foreign language I don’t understand. I’d probably be pissing my panties if I wasn’t so intoxicated.

  I yawn wildly, hauling a huge gulp of air into my lungs. “I’m going to sleep. Take your argument outside.” I give them a ‘shooing’ motion with my hand, before it flops back to the bed uselessly.

  Sol mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like ‘enjoy it while it lasts’.

  “I’m not fucking leaving her,” Drake growls. “We’ll take turns watching over her tonight. Go find the fucker—bring him here if you need me to make him hurt.”

  “Psychopath,” I mumble, nestling into the pillow and trying to ignore the fact that the entire world is spinning.

  “I’m your psychopath, Dell. Yours. Don’t ever fucking forget it again.”

  Chapter Twelve

  I wake, tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, a dull headache sitting heavy behind my eyes. I crack my left eye open and wince from the sun banking through the window, illuminating Sol lying next to me on his back, shirtless, his left arm pillowing his head. He’s all coiled muscle enveloped in a deep, golden tan. His powder blue eyes stare up at the ceiling like he’s trying to learn its secrets, his face all hard lines and caged emotion. He swallows and his Adam’s apple rolls beneath his skin.

  I close my eyes, hoping he didn’t notice I’m awake. I’m also hoping he does a classic Sol and pushes last night’s antics under the rug, because I’m more than certain I’m going to be dished some serious words from at least three other Sun Gods once I recover from my self-induced hangover.

  “Do you have anything to say for yourself?”

  Fuuuuck.

  I open my eyes. “Do you?”

  He turns his head, looking me straight in the eye and fucking paralysing me. “I’m sorry I took away your liberties. I’ll—” he clears his throat, then draws a sharp breath. “You deserve better than that and I’ll never forgive myself for what I did. I will spend the rest of my immortal life making it up to you.”

  Well, shit. He sounds so damn sincere that he almost makes me cry.

  I was not expecting that.

  Moments drip by and his words settle over me, easing at the open wounds on my heart—serrated flesh that suddenly doesn’t feel so raw. It’s not like Sol to apologise, let alone apologise so fucking earnestly.

  He really does mean it.

  “You hurt me. Don’t do it again.”

  “I won’t.” He articulates each word, almost like a vow …

  I feel the moment my heart forgives him, the gate lifting, and I watch as he breaths a deep sigh of relief, though his body still looks coiled like a sexy spring.

  “Thank you,” I finally whisper.

  He nods, then looks back up at the ceiling. “Do you have anything to say for yourself, Dell?”

  Dammit.

  My wings tuck themselves tightly to my back … even they’re embarrassed. Strangely, my uterus isn’t all emotional and crazy this morning, leading me astray down the loopy hormonal tube. It’s nice to feel myself again, even if I am saddled with a heavy hangover that I’m pretty sure I’ll be suffering from for the next few days. “Um … I’m never drinking again. Ever.”

  His jaw ticks and his biceps tense, his hand balling into a tight fist.

  “I fucked up,” I blurt.

  “I want to punish you for it.” He pushes the words through his teeth.

  “What did you just say?”

  “I said,” he looks at me, his gaze steady. “I want to punish you for it.”

  “What do you mean?” Fucking vagina’s frothing at the bit … she knows exactly what he means.

  “I want to show you how last night made me feel.”

  My wings aren’t sure what to do with themselves, tuck up or spread as wide as they can go? They’re doing a bit of both because they’re so indecisive.

  I nod, eyebrows peaked, bottom lip caught between my teeth.

  He exhales and pushes himself off the bed. Before I have a chance to second guess my decision, he’s yanking on my hips so I’m sitting on my knees, but my chest and face are still pressed against the bed, the soft linen sheets consuming me. My skin pebbles with anticipation.

  He tilts me to the side and rips the strap off my dress, allowing the front to flutter down. Our eyes meet, his tongue roaming over the tip of his canine, before his gaze lowers to the swell of my breasts. His throat bobs, a thick growl rumbling from his chest. He brings my hands together beneath me and coils the strap around my wrists, binding them to each other.

  “Your safe word is ‘white’. Do you understand?”

  Ironic that he’d make my safe word the one colour that’ll likely end up destroying us all.

  The colour I’m saddled with.

  I nod.

  He runs his hand up one leg and then the other, calloused palms brushing against my skin, shifting my dress up and over my bum and exposing me to him wholly … fuck me, I forgot to wear underwear last night.

  Oh no.

  Sol snarls, the sound tearing through the room and making my skin pebble as my wings try to tuck further into my back. “You went out without fucking underwear?”

  Maybe I was better off without a uterus, because I have no idea how to manage this one. “It … appears that way,” I confess, teeth snagging at my lower lip.

  I’m not sure this is such a great idea anymore … but my vagina’s already committed, and I don’t really want to break her damp little heart.

  He breathes heavily through his nose, pausing, hands clasping an arsecheek each. “I don’t know what I’m going to do with you, Dell. You just don’t fucking listen to me.”

  “I do listen, I’m just not very good at following instructions the vast majority of the time.” Probably shouldn’t have said that right now …

  His chest rumbles and he pulls a hand off my right arsecheek, then flicks at my bud.

  I almost jolt off the fucking bed.

  “Stay still,” he growls.

  Holy fucking Day babies.

  “Okay …” I do my best to still my hips—really hard when my vagina’s purring.

  He flicks at my bud again, harder this time, and though it stings a bit, I moan like a fucking beast because it’s the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.

  “Again …” I plead, arching to expose myself to him further.

  “What do you say?”

  “Please …”

  He flicks again and it’s a real bite. My arousal dribbles down my leg. Another flick and I almost buck straight off the bed for the second time.

  “Stay still, Dell. Move again and I’ll tie your fucking feet to the bed. Do you understand?”

  “Mhm.” I smile into the pillow, not sure if that convinces me to stay still or not …

  He rubs at my throbbing apex, right on that bud he’s just shown such biting, tender attention to—soothing me, smearing my juices through my folds, then upwards, to my taut little star, circling it with his finger and wetting the entrance. He parts my lips and slides two fingers into my lady love, at the same time probing my pucker with his thumb that’s slick with my arousal. My body tightens reflexively.

  “Relax,” he orders, and I groan, enjoying the way he’s filling me, though it’s certainly not gentle.

  It’s smooth.

  It’s firm.

  It’s possessive.

  He works his fingers in a circular motion, adding another finger and making me scream in frustrated pleasure-filled agony. I push against his fingers, grinding into him, but my body won’t seem to slip over that orgasmic edge.

  Sweat is beading down my temple
s, a slick sound filling the room as he works me over and over, my knees trembling in unrequited frustration, my muscles losing their ability to function properly.

  I groan into the pillow, sinking my teeth into the linen, tearing holes that ooze miniature white feathers. Even my wings are rubbing themselves against Sol to gather some added friction, trying to gain that extra nudge I need …

  “What’s happening?” I gasp.

  “How does it feel?” He growls. “How does it feel to lose control, Dell? To be completely at my fucking mercy.”

  Oh my Sun God, he’s compelling my body, preventing it from spiralling into a pit of orgasmic pleasure!

  I throw my head to the side, huffing feathers across the bed as his fingers continue to swirl. “Isn’t this … a waste … of energy?”

  He brings his other hand to my bud, pinching it delicately between his fingers.

  Holy.

  Fucking.

  Hell.

  “Sol!”

  “You’re right there, aren’t you? How does it feel to have something you want right there, while your body disobeys you entirely?”

  This man.

  I tug at my restraints, desperate to pin him to the bed with my teeth while I demand he give me my fucking orgasm … but he’s really good at tying restraints, so it would seem. “This isn’t fair!” Feathers are glued to my sweat soaked body, I’m heaving through the pleasure like a fucking animal, but he doesn’t stop.

  He just keeps.

  On.

  Going.

  His thumb dips further into my arse and I scream at the bastard taunting me with his sinful fingers. “Just let me … fucking … have it!”

  Sol’s wings unfurl and he slaps me across the arse, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to tell me I’m being a naughty girl.

  I push onto him harder, hungrier for that yearning orgasm.

  “You’ll get it when I let you have it.”

  I groan, needing more—needing to feel him inside me. “Just fuck me, Sol!”

  His hand runs down my spine, bunching my dress around my breasts, landing between my shoulder blades and pushing me further into the bed. “Do you want me?”

  I nod into the pillow. “Yes …” I plead. “I fucking want you …”

  His hand pulls away, fingers receding. I hear the shuffle of material before a large, hard, warm object is rubbing along my clit, through my folds. It occurs to me that I’m going to have to get used to that size really fucking quickly, because I’m pretty certain he’s not going to go slow …

  He slaps it against my clit, causing my body to spasm in anticipation. “You want this?”

  I nod into the pillow. “Yes …”

  He presses his dick at my entrance, swirling it across the most sensitive parts of me, almost pushing into me … then pulls away entirely, leaving nothing but a cool breeze as he blows a breath over my aching lady bits. “Do you know how infuriating it was, knowing you were out there, possibly fucking someone else, and knowing there wasn’t a thing I could do about it?” He blows on me again, then presses his lips against my entrance and swipes his tongue through my folds, over my aching bud … inside me.

  I whimper, trying to ride his tongue, but he pulls away before I get a chance to gather much friction. “I’m sorry …”

  He hisses at me, “Say it louder.”

  “I’m sorry!” I scream, grinding my hips to gain back some of that lost friction.

  He wraps his hands around my waist, pulling me back, positioning himself at my entrance. “This won’t be gentle, Dell …”

  “I don’t want gentle!”

  He ploughs himself into me, filling me so swiftly that I scream, but it’s not in pain … it’s in delight—my core rolling with the beating pulse of his cock. His body slaps against mine, over and over again as he fucks me. Hard.

  I’m shifting forward with every thundering thrust, sinking my teeth back into the pillow as he rides me on the edge of this cataclysmic orgasm that just … won’t … give. “Let me have it!”

  He only fucks me harder, rides me harder, inserts a wet thumb into my arse—plunging deeply, causing me to moan in total fucking earnest.

  “No,” he growls. “Not until you give me your submission.”

  He shifts my knees, pushing them further out, tilting our position so the galloping slap of his body against mine is aggravating my clit with delightful tension …

  It’s fucking torture. He’s torturing me with his delicious sex.

  “Nobody else will ever understand you the way we do, Adeline. The way I do.”

  He just used my full name and I really don’t give a shit. All I can think about is this man fucking me, this man I care for in ways I never thought possible, considering my internal disarray …

  He’s made some mistakes, yes.

  So have I.

  He’s hard, he’s rough, and he’s really fucking abrasive … but I love him.

  I look over my shoulder, watching him piston in and out of me, enjoying the way the sweat beads over those coiled muscles. “I know, Sol …”

  His gaze darts to mine, wide and unblinking, wings going taut. “Good.”

  Then I’m screaming, falling headfirst into the most labia breaking orgasm of my entire fucking life. My whole channel is pulsing around his cock in wave after wave of pleasure as he continues to plunge into my aching, throbbing wetness. My wings sink into my back like the biggest sigh of relief.

  He retreats, leaving me hollow and yearning, then flips me over and sheathes himself inside me again, kneading the last of the orgasm from my body in delightful, rolling waves before he starts to build another.

  Tugging my still bound hands over my head and holding them in place, he looks at me in a way he never has before … and I recognise it, because he’s mirroring my emotions entirely.

  No walls.

  Exposed.

  Bare.

  He may not be able to say it to me yet, maybe never … but he loves me.

  Sol loves me.

  He nods, growling from his chest, as if he’s reading my thoughts through the look in my eyes.

  Looking up at this man, seeing the power he has over me as he rides me like the fucking God he is—watching those thick, powerful muscles tense and roll with every thrusting movement—seeing the sincerity in his gaze, the vulnerability … I realise I want him forever.

  I want this man to be mine forever.

  “Bite me …” I plead, and his eyes fucking widen. “Now!” I hiss and he fucks me harder, faster, eyes turning black.

  I fucking love it. I fucking bathe in it. Because I did that.

  I fucking did that.

  I made him lose control.

  “We can’t take it back,” he pants, his gaze dipping to my neck, the tendons on his own neck pulsing, thick and fast.

  “Fucking … bite … me!”

  Roaring, he lurches forward, sinking his canines so deeply into my flesh that I orgasm again, joining his own release, riding the pulsing spill of his cock as it empties deep inside me.

  He groans around my neck, lapping at the small flow of blood spilling from the two wounds he’s created.

  I’m fucking salivating.

  He pulls his mouth from my neck, eyes still wholly black, watching me with a furrowed brow.

  “Release my hands,” I order.

  That brow creases further …

  I snarl, my beast pouncing. We put the bonds to our teeth and tear through the fuckers ourselves before lurching forward and pushing him backwards onto the bed, his shimmering, silver wings splayed. We straddle him, running our hands along his chest and up the side of his neck, then force his head to the side, exposing his pulse to us.

  Licking our lips, we pause, listening to his heavy pant; watching this powerful, controlling man laid bare to us, submitting himself to the throes of my inner beast.

  We lunge.

  Sol groans as we sink our teeth into his neck, licking at the blood that dribbles free and swal
lowing it back, revelling in the taste, then the feel of a silver tether snapping onto our heart.

  I shackle my beast and moan into his neck, relishing the feel of his own tender rumblings beneath me.

  I pull my teeth from his flesh and he pushes me off, climbs atop and pins me with his hips, towering above me, panting … devouring me with a carnal gaze that makes my satiated vagina wet with want. He smiles at me, takes my face in his hands, and kisses me so fucking firmly his teeth drag along my lip, drawing blood.

  He pulls back so we’re forehead to forehead, sharing fevered breaths; his wings folded around us, creating a cocoon. “Don’t fucking scare me like that again.”

  I gulp, feeling the press of his erection between my legs, right at the doors to my vagina who’s still recovering, but at the same time, aching to caress his throbbing manhood again. “I won’t.”

  He thrusts his length inside me and I gasp, devouring it fully. Rolling his hips, he pushes deeper with every striking thrust.

  Holy Day babies.

  I’m collecting Sun Gods like tokens.

  The kingdom’s glistening with late morning light, emulating the shimmering ocean in the distance. I lean forward, pressing my body against the railing, drawing crisp air into my lungs.

  Warm, calloused hands curl around my chest and stomach, tugging me back and locking me in place. I exhale, nuzzling into the man engulfing me. “I was just getting a good look.”

  “And I’m just making sure your feet stay firmly on the balcony.” Sol dips his face to the top of my head, drawing a breath and exhaling a wash of warmth through my hair.

  “I’m not the same person I was back then, Sol. That’s not me.”

  His body becomes taut and moments drag by drenched in agonising tension. When he finally speaks, his words are clipped. “You still did it.”

  I turn around to face him, but he’s staring at the horizon, a distant gleam in his eyes.

  “Sol?”

  “Dell.”

  Goddammit.

  “I was sick of seeing the world suffer, alright? Seeing my world suffer while I stood on the sideline feeling useless. At the time, it seemed like the right decision.”