Dark Claim Chapt. 3
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His cold blue eyes held hers captive. Emerald couldn't look away from his piercing eyes. He was everywhere, surrounding her. He was in her mind. Suffocating her.
"Dorian!" She heard Raven cry. His eyes never left Emeralds as he continued to force her into submission. It was too much for her to handle all at once. He was over powering her. She began to feel dizzy and that's when she tumbled into darkness.
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Emerald groaned and rubbed her tired eyes. Her head was pounding as she sat up and looked around at her surroundings. She was in a cave. Not just any cave, but a beautiful crystal cave. Crystals of every color were everywhere! The light coming from the ceiling made the crystals glitter. The crystals were hanging from the ceiling, littering the ground and were scattered on the walls it was beautiful!
She looked up at the ceiling of the cave to see that the light that came from the ceiling was from the full moon that shown through a five foot hole in the ceiling. There was a fire of dying embers as she looked at the floor. She put her hands on the ground in attempt to push herself up and was surprised to find she had been laid on an array of pillows. All of which were huge and filled to the brim with feathers. They served for a make shift bed.
As she stood up and got her bearings about her she could feel her head ache receding. She gave a tired huff and began to look about the cave. Knowing panicking would not help her she kept reminding herself to keep her head about her.
The cave wasn't very big. The diameter was at least 180 feet if not a tad bit less.
Her hands drifted along the walls as she walked around, hoping she could find a secret door or anything that could lead her out.
She had walked around the cave at least four times before she came to the conclusion that the only way out was through the hole in the roof. She walked back to the center of the pillow pile where she looked up at the hole in the ceiling, trying to figure out the best way to get up to it. She saw a few rock ledges that looked like over-sized stairs. She knew she could jump on them to reach the roof. She had just made it to the first stair when she was slammed against it from behind. She cried out in surprise and pain at suddenly being slammed against the step.
"You will not leave me."
She gasped. She knew that rough, but silky growl. It was him. Her savior.
"I was just-…"
"You will not leave me! Not after I have just found you!" He growled as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He walked back over to the pillow pile and tossed her onto it.
"Oof. Hey! What was that for you big jerk?!" She asked and he responded with a grunt as he walked around and picked up sticks and things from around the cave to make a fire.
"You really are a cave man aren't you?" He again responded with a grunt. She huffed out in frustration and glared at him.
"Why am I here?" *Grunt*
"Where am I?" *Grunt*
"Are you even listening?" *Grunt*
"Hey! Why won't you-…" She gasped as she was suddenly pinned to the pillows with him hovering over her like a predator. He leaned down so his lips were at her ear.
"Do you ever shut up?" He asked. Her eyes widened as she felt him suckling on her ear.
"HEY! Wait just a cotton-pickin' minute! Just who do you think you are?" She cried. His chest rumbled with silent laughter.
"I am Dorian. Your lifemate." He said as he trailed kisses down her jaw and down her neck. He placed his hand on her stomach and began to slowly run it up her stomach to her breasts.
"What's a-…? Hey! You stay back now! I am warning you!" She cried placing both her feet and hands on his chest and pushed with all of her might. He laughed out loud at her poor attempt of an escape. He took both of her hands and pinned them above her head and pressed his hard body against hers. Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted due to heavy breathing. She was beautiful. He growled and swooped down and took possession of her mouth.
'Mine.' He thought possessively. He growled and pulled away. She was panting; her head turned to the side exposing her beautiful throat as breathing came out in ragged pants as she tried to catch her breath.
"Éntölam kuulua, avio päläfertiilam." I claim you as my lifemate.
He sank his teeth into the soft flesh of her throat and drank. He barely heard her weak protests through the pleasure he was feeling at taking her sweet blood. When he had token his fill he sealed her neck with a flick of his tongue. She was weak. He cursed himself from not holding back. He sat up and pulled her into his arms and quickly cut open his flesh and pressed her lips to his skin. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he felt her drink from him.
'Enough.' He commanded. She closed the wound with a flick of her tongue and fell weakly against him. He held her tightly against him as she slept. She would need rest to replenish the blood and strength she had lost when he had drunk from her. He sent her deep into a Carpathian sleep and closed the roof of the cave, covering them in a loose layer of soil. He pulled her body close to his and curled around hers possessively.
'Mine…' he growled one last time before sleep over came him.
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A/N: Éntölam kuulua, avio päläfertiilam means I claim you as my lifemate in Christine Feehan's books.
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