Darkness (Darkest Nightmares Book 1)
“No, you need to give her more time. She isn’t at the worst of it yet,” Jett argues with him as I dig my nails into the sheets below us. Tears roll over my cheeks, my nails dig through the sheets until I can feel myself digging into my palms. Whines slip out of my mouth that I would think came from a wounded animal.
“How much more agony do you want her to experience? She has had enough!” Darkness roars, his body towers over mine, his chest pressing against my breasts. “I will make you feel better. I promise.”
“Darkness, fucking listen to me! Wait - give her more time!” Jett is arguing again, and I hear inaudible grumbles from both of them.
I don’t focus on the words they say around me, but I can hear white noise of the shouting between them. Pain is the only thing that greets me.
Continuous pain, in my head, my back, aches through my arms and legs. I am feeling the worst that I have ever felt, that is - until my insides burn. My uterus turns into an inferno, feeling like someone has shoved a flaming hot poker stick inside of me. I thrash, and I cry out, screaming so loud that people are bound to hear me in the village.
I don’t recognize what is happening until I suddenly feel cool air hit my legs and stomach, and my pussy too. I’m cold, and then the next thing I know I’m being stretched wide apart. This feeling gives me something else to focus on, something that doesn’t hurt as much.
“You are mine. I claim you, do you understand?” Darkness hisses out in pant filled breaths, thrusting himself in and out of me.
“Mmmm,” I moan in response, turning my neck to the side, leaning it back into the mattress.
“You want it to stop? You must say it. You have to. Say it,” he snaps, digging his fangs into my neck. I cry, but not because it hurts, because it feels euphoric. I feel nothing but pleasure, like I am on a high that I’ve never been to before. “You feel this? It’s what I can give you, because you belong to me. You are my Gringhan. I will teach you what it means, but you already know, don’t you?”
I don’t know what the word means, but he is right. I do. It’s why I was so drawn to him those times that I’d seen him in Sanctuary. It wasn’t just because he’s dark and mysterious. It’s because he’s more - no, we’re more. We connect on another level, and if Gringhan is anything what I think it is...I will never be alone again.
“Mate. It is a lifetime mate. I tell you now, I lay my claim upon you and you belong to no one else. I marked you, this mark is mine. It binds you to me, and I to you.” He brings his teeth from my shoulder and bites above my lip where he had previously. I moan out in pleasure, feeling myself convulse around his cock.
I look up to him, and he smiles. “Your body agrees with me. You see that?” He pumps himself in and out of me, groaning himself before he drags my legs closer to him, pounding himself in and out of my heat in quick, heated movements. I feel my body reacting to him, how I clench around his cock, wanting more. How all my pain vanishes and all I feel is the bliss I am presented with.
“Darkness…,” I wail, bringing my hands to his shoulders. I dig my nails in, needing to feel him closer. Almost as if he knows what I’m thinking, he comes forward, his body covering mine completely, continuing to jam his cock in and out of me, faster and faster until I’m exploding around him. His grunts match my moans, my juices exploding from me at the same time I feel his seed shoot inside of me.
I have never felt more relaxed, the only thing I feel right now is the comfort of him, and whatever we are.
Gringhan is something special alright. Only, I don’t have just one Gringhan. I have two.
Jett and Darkness.
Chapter 17
We all have demons. I just choose to feed mine. -Anonymous
Jett
He refused to listen to me, yet again, however I couldn’t blame him this time. I was just about to break as he did, not able to allow her to suffer any more than she was already. It’s no wonder that both of us care for her, and when Darkness told her she was our Gringhan, I had to wonder what she thought that meant. She may think she knows, but she does not. There is no way that she does. It is much more complex than he let on, and I will have to explain this to her later.
I’ve let Darkness take control many, many times since we first set eyes on Haven. It is the first time in hundreds of years where I intentionally let the fucker out. Most of the time I tended to keep him locked away because when Darkness comes out to play, well...usually he likes to kill and make people suffer in ways I couldn’t even fathom. His mind has always been somewhat like a child’s. When he feels the need to kill he can’t think of anything else but that. If he’s angry or pissed off, all he feels is the need to destroy.
I see a change in him though. She brings out a softer side of my demon that I didn’t know even existed. The way he touches her, the way he holds her…and now the fact that she is a demon herself, just makes their bond stronger than ever. From what I have gathered by seeing things inside of Darkness’ head, a demon needs a mate for stability. Finding their true mate makes them not only stronger but helps them not go off the deep end. Darkness is content and happy, and right now I am not opposed to sharing my body with him.
I sometimes feel like the “third wheel,” as humans like to say. I am here but I am not as connected to Haven as Darkness is. I haven’t fully cemented our relationship. It could be the fact that I am terrified, seeing as I once gave my heart over to an evil, sadistic women who just so happened to be the one and the same being who has once again opened the gates of hell, the one who cursed me with Darkness to begin with. Or it could be the fact that for once in my life I was not being selfish, taking something that I so desperately wanted. All I know, is that if this whole thing was going to work, I had to put myself out there once again and show her the type of man I truly am.
Last night, when both Darkness and I helped Haven through her awakening, I didn’t stay when he plunged our cock deep inside her, I just left. I felt like I was invading their privacy. I don’t really know her on a sexual level yet and I didn’t want to make the situation more uncomfortable for her. It’s not that I don’t want to have a sexual relationship with her...I just need more time to get to know her. I’ve never been the man for one-night stands.
I lift my head, at her curled-up body next to me. She’s sleeping in a fetal position, sheets drawn up against her chest, her back remaining bare to me. I position my hands underneath me and sit myself up, leaning my back against the wooden headboard. The grooves of the wood dig into my back, but it feels comforting, so I stay here simply staring at the crackling fire in front of us. There’s no telling what time it is, but I am sure we’re well into the day by now.
She stirs rolling over to where her face lays on my upper thigh. I can’t help but rub my hand against her back soothingly, she’s been through a hell of a lot. A soft, mew filled sound spills from her lips as she uncurls herself, stretching. “Ugh,” comes from her as she sits up, dropping the sheet, allowing me to get a good look at those voluptuous breasts of hers.
“Tell me that’s the worst of it. I don’t think I can bear it happening again.”
“Yeah, it is. You’ll have at least another year or two before you experience anything similar,” I tell her, and she shoots me a death glare.
“Care to elaborate on that?”
“You’ve just gone through your awakening, which you know about. It happens any time between a paranormal being sixteen and twenty-five years of age. Some, like yourself must wait a bit longer to experience their awakening. We’ve figured out that you’re a demon, which means that you’re going to have an arjuhli every year to two years.”
“What’s an arjuhli?” she asks me, crossing her legs pretzel style. She truly has no idea. I wonder why she doesn’t know these simple things related to her species. How does she not know? This is what bugs me the most. If her parents were decent ones they would have spoken to her, or prepared her for this.
“Do you not know anything about the demon species?” I ask,
flabbergasted, trying to make sense of all of this.
“No,” she states, her voice monotone.
“Arjuhli is when a female demon is most fertile. You experience them throughout your life every year to two years, and…”
“And, what?”
“During your awakening”
“What are you saying? That Darkness could’ve knocked me up last night?” Her expression shifts into a look that exuberates disbelief.
“It’s not impossible, but it isn’t likely. I’ve never read anything about a demon being impregnated during her awakening. So much is going on in the body…,” I start to explain more when I grab at her chest, feeling for what I’ve never seen before.
“If you wanted to feel me up, you could’ve done that sooner,” she jokes, looking down to where my hands are. Her eyes almost bug out of her head, staring at the one piece of skin that has always been bare. Now it’s filled with beautiful ink, in a unique design. Before last night, she had no tattoo here. In fact, it was plain, white skin.
Her entire body was marked in black tattoos, except this one spot. I place my finger over her new, vibrant tattoo. At the top of her chest vines descend in shades of green, with small leaves that extend off them. In the center of her sternum there is a green flame, almost looking like a portal with a design directly in the center. I could swear I’ve seen this design before. I move my finger further along her chest, noticing the yellow flowers in various places. Never have I seen them, not in all my years. I can’t help but wonder where these flowers originate from. I do a lot of reading and I would have seen them if they were within any book, paranormal or human, and I have not...which tells me one thing.
Haven isn’t just a demon.
She’s a crossbreed. But what else is she?
I glance up, looking into her eyes and notice the soft, glittery glow that she now has. Almost as if there are thousands of stars from the night sky within them. I take my finger and pull back her lips, revealing a double set of fangs - yep, that’s demon. I then go to her hair, feeling for the horns that I know must be there, and I find them. They’re smaller and will grow over time. I move her hair out of the way and see the black horns, looking like the set that a ram would have. Fuck, she’s breathtaking...but what is she?
“What’s the tattoo mean? I don’t see you have one for Darkness,” she comments, and she’s right. She wouldn’t see one for Darkness because the tattoo isn’t a sign of being a Demon. It’s something else inside of her that started that. I know I’ve seen this symbol before, if only I could pinpoint it.
“No, I wouldn’t. Demons don’t have tattoos...or, well, demons can have tattoos but you having that tattoo appear is not because you are a demon. It’s something else, and I’ll help you figure out what.”
“I’m a crossbreed…,” she murmurs, looking off into the fire. The way she says it is like she feels disappointed, or like it brands her a certain way. I won’t lie, there is racism amongst the supernatural species. If you are a pure blood you will be more respected. The half breeds, or crossbreeds are not given nearly as much respect as they deserve, sometimes feeling like outcasts. “You know what they will say about me,” Haven adds, clearly displeased with this news.
I stay silent, not uttering a word. She needs to process this, and I know when I’m needed to speak. Right now, is not the time.
“I should’ve known, my entire life I’ve been an outcast, the black fucking sheep…of course I’d continue to be one.”
“What do you mean by that?” I ask her, honestly wanting to know more about her. I don’t know jack shit.
“Just what I said. I’ve always been an outcast and it just looks like I’m stuck being one as a supernatural as well.” She shrugs, yanking the sheet back to her chest, she balls it in front of her.
I know what this is, this feeling that floats through her. It’s insecurity, not who she is as a woman, but what she is as a paranormal. The fact she is a crossbreed doesn’t help, but not knowing what that other half of her is eating her alive, and it’s only been minutes since she’s found out.
I stare at her, and I mean I really stare. I stare as if I’m going to suddenly know her life story, as if I will understand the pain behind the words she has just spoke.
“I grew up in an orphanage. My parents left me at the steps of a fucking church. Who the fuck does that? Maybe in the hopes it would give me a better life, but it didn’t. The only thing that place did was give me nightmares worse than anyone could muster up in the darkest of dreams. I grew up in a fucking environment where feeling like an outcast was normal. Tell me that doesn’t still fuck with my head?” She rants, and for the first time since we’ve met. I feel like I am truly getting to know Haven, and I’m liking what I’m seeing.
I know she’s a demon, and we know she’s something else as well. There could have been many reasons she was left on the steps of that church. Who knows, maybe her parents were both on opposite sides of species who were currently at war. I can’t imagine many species would take kindly to having one of their own with a crossbreed demon child. There is still such stigma around demons, but I can’t imagine why...oh wait, yeah, I can. ‘Cause look what Soraya fucking did again, letting out the lesser demons who only want to stir up trouble.
“You aren’t the only outcast, Haven. There are tons of us. All you need to do is look around. You are a lot of things, but you aren’t alone.” I barely get my last word out before she’s on my lap, her lips crushing down onto mine. She kisses me feverishly, and I her. Our lips reacquainting like old friends...fuck, I’ve wanted to kiss her again, especially from the other night.
“Why do you have to be sweet as shit to me?” she mews, raking her pointed nails against my skin. Her touch ignites me, sending my cock to life. I can’t help but grab her hips and make sure she feels my length.
Haven grabs onto my cock, palming it in her hands a few times before she slides herself over me. I about burst into a million pieces just from her tight pussy swallowing me whole. Fuck, she is narrow.
She leans her head back, bouncing up and down on top of me. Her tits bounce with every movement and I go to them, bringing my lips over her nipple and suck it hard. I roll my tongue around her nipple, clenching my teeth over it as she quickens her movements. This isn’t a rough fuck, it’s far from it...but damn, she is electrifying my body. Sensual would be a word to describe how she is with me right now, passionate even.
I grab the back of her neck, forcing her face back towards mine. My nose presses against hers, forehead to forehead. I can feel sweat dripping down both of our foreheads and I’m trying so hard not to combust inside of her. Not yet...no, not yet, but fuck, my body doesn’t want to listen.
“You are never alone. Do you understand me?” I whisper against her lips, needing her to know that her fear is pointless. She will never be alone ever again, I think we all knew that nights ago.
“I don’t know why you’re being so sweet to me…,” she mumbles back to me.
“That’s simple, because good people deserve to be treated as such.”
With that, I place my lips onto hers and breathe her in. I’m no incubus, but fuck if I don’t feel like one right now. With every swipe of her tongue against mine and roll of her hips over my cock, I feel like I’m filling with sexual energy.
Her whimpers of pleasure fill my mouth, and those glittery eyes stare me down, sparkling in the firelight. I take my hand from her neck and bring it between her legs, rubbing her clit quickly. She tenses, closing her legs just a tad against my legs and I can’t help but smirk. I press firmly, rubbing harder than before. Her moans heighten as she wraps her arms around my shoulders, holding herself close against me.
I take my finger down further between her legs, collecting her essence that is spilling out from her, all over my cock and bring it back against her hardened nub, smearing it in harsh circles. She rolls her hips quickly, telling me that she’s going to come undone within seconds and she does.
Haven
breaks her lips from mine, shoving her face into my neck as she moans, growing louder over moments. Her legs shake as she squirts over my cock, my own release hitting her own, filling her up.
There was no denying it, she belongs with both of us - Darkness and me. She’s perfect. Haven is something that we both crave so desperately, and I believe that the both of us offer something that she needs.
There’s no way I’m feeling like a damn third wheel now.
Chapter 18
Do monsters make war, or does war make monsters? - Anonymous
Jett
Today’s the day, the day where we put our plans into motion. Plans on how to rid this world of the demons who have escaped through the portal. The demons that are causing nothing but chaos in their wake. Earlier in the week I had a sit down with Haven, Fern and Sapphire to discuss exactly what each of their roles were going to be in the upcoming future. We each have a part to play.
Sapphire and I are both trained in combat so that’s exactly what we’re going to do— we’re going to fight. I really didn’t want Haven involved and neither did Darkness. He was very adamant on what he wanted to do with Haven. He wanted to lock her up, chain her somewhere and not let her out until this whole situation is taken care of. I didn’t bring it up to her though, I know exactly what she’ll do, she’d argue, bitch and complain… she does whatever she pleases no matter what Darkness and I think.
I am stuck between a rock and a hard place. I agree with Darkness of course but I also understand how it feels to be on the sidelines. Sitting around twiddling your thumbs not knowing what is going on. So, I just remain silent. I refuse to be the bad guy…Darkness is so much better at being the bad guy anyways, I’ll let him handle that.
When I spoke to Fern she let me know that she has healing abilities, but absolutely no training in combat. That was understandable considering that I have been in her mind and witnessed her past. Deep down it still breaks my heart. I took care of her ex-boyfriend, yes, killed him for the wrongs he committed to not just her…but many before her as well. It got to the point where he had killed three women and two others committed suicide to escape his clutches. I took the memory of the way she lost her child, but I can sometimes still see how skittish is becomes around me...around men.