This is a dark matter

This is a Dark Matter.

Lucian flipped Selene’s bare body over onto her stomach, she gasped in surprise. He had stripped her of her clothes and now this! Her fangs had extended in her moment of fear, she trembled, her flanks rippling from the motion. Lucian pulled her, with alarming ease, to the edge of the bed, bending her into the position that he wanted her to be in as he stood at the edge. With her back dipping in just slightly, her exquisite ass stood at the ready for Lucian. “Relax Selene…precious Selene,” he said crooned softly, his eyes were glittering as he spoke. Selene knew that he was mocking her. Except that he wasn’t, Lucian knew just as well as Viktor how close the resemblance was between Selene and Sonya. The two were both so similar, so fiery in nature that it grieved him immensely that Selene wasn’t his lover from so long ago. The moment would have been beyond perfect if that were the case. He sighed, his hands gliding over Selene’s back, following the indent of her spine to her soft cheeks. Selene’s milky skin glowed in the moonlight, Lucian’s member swelled at the sight of her backside. She was beautifully made, a combination of soft lines and curves. He cupped Selene’s ass cheek in his hand before letting his hand slide into her crevice. Selene tensed considerably, Lucian noticing every clench of her muscles. His fingers slid ever-so-naturally into her slick hole, scissoring into her as he did. She gasped, Lucian grit his teeth at the sound. It was so close to a sound of pleasure from her. “Let me take you now and I promise it will be gentle.” He murmured as he stroked her clit with her fingers. Before Selene could even think of a sharp answer, her mind was wiped blank by Lucian’s tongue. He had dipped his head forwards and put his mouth where she had let no man ever touch her.
She struggled with her emotions, trying to contain them. But they kept flying loose from her with every stroke of Lucian’s rough tongue. Her breathing grew heavier and she grew wetter from Lucian’s ministrations. Lucian suddenly flipped her onto her back, he yanked her to the very edge of the bed so that his eager member lay pressed against her mound. He let his tip just nudge against her entrance, knowing that she could sense his girth just by the motion. Selene’s breasts heaved appealingly to Lucian. She was puzzled as to why he didn’t just push in and take here then and there, Kraven would have done so if he were in the same position of power.
He dipped forwards again, his tongue tracing her nipple before taking it into his mouth. His teeth closed around the bud and gave a gentle tug, his eyes watching Selene’s expression as he did so. She grunted, her throat growing dry. Selene knew she was wet, she knew that Lucian’s cock was seconds away from entering her and her pussy throbbed for that meeting.

The lycan lord gently bit her breast, just hard enough to leave a slight impression but nothing more. He glanced up and met eyes with Selene, her electric blue eyes were unafraid to meet his. “Will you let me enter you death dealer?” Lucian’s fingers had moved down again to trace lazy circles around her sopping entrance. Selene trembled, this was wrong. Why had Viktor done this to her? Because she was the only one strong enough to deal with the wily lycan! She thought, her eyes closed, just let him try to take her then and see if it did anything. Her body sent an exquisitely sharp pang of longing through her, which made her eyes fly open. Lucian still stood over her, his heated gaze resting on her. A moment of silence passed between the two like that before Lucian stepped away. “I will wait for you to say yes. It is important to me, Selene, that you learn that we are not the heathens here.” Lucian stepped back, every corded muscle of his stood defined in the moonlight which flooded the room. Selene could clearly see, as she propped herself up on her elbows, how large Lucien’s cock was. It stood to attention, weeping profusely. Her eyes moved up to match Lucien’s, “I will never say yes to the likes of you, lycan.”
Lucien smirked, he couldn’t help but be reminded of Sonya at her words. “If that is your choice, then that is your choice Selene.” He reached for his clothes, pulling them on over his skin which itched from lack of fulfillment. Even then, while she glared at him so fiercely, he couldn’t help but yearn to shove himself into her; claiming her as his lycan mate.

For a month that was how it was between the two, Lucien would nearly force himself on Selene but pull back at the last minute. He always asked the same question, “will you say yes tonight?” It was never in a begging tone, just a question. She never answered, and he never went any farther than…teasing her, as she later came to realize. She became accustomed to the ache in her body, the ache that could only be consummated by penetration. It made her toss and turn at night. While her body grew more and more restless though, her thoughts remained focused and clear on one thought. Lucien had told her the story of Viktor’s daughter, Sonya, lies, she knew…but it troubled her still. ‘Sonya…why have I never heard this story before? Can it be that Lucien really fell in love with her? That’s preposterous! A lycan vampire bond…disgusting.’ Her only comfort was the knowledge of why she was in Lucien’s den in the first place. It was only a matter of time before Viktor made the lycan that Lucien had given in exchange for Selene, sing him all of the lycan secrets like a songbird. Once Viktor found Lucien’s weakness he would rain down all manner of vengeance on the deserving lycan; And Selene would be there to help him.

Selene suddenly sat up, only semi-surprised to find Lucien sitting at the foot of the bed already. His eyes burned into her, she paused, “is there something you want lycan?”
Lucien’s hand came to rest on the top of the sheets, gripping her ankle tightly through the sheets, “a little bird told me news of my counterpart. Viktor is torturing him?”
Selene didn’t respond, she now understood the hard lights in Lucien’s burning gaze. Lucien yanked Selene to him by her ankle and threw off her covers. “Answer me!” He barked at Selene, his eyes were smoldering. Selene bared her fangs at him, “fuck off Lucien! How would I know what Viktor is doing, I’ve been stuck here in this horrible place for a month!” Her body was wound tight as a spring, at any moment Lucien could easily turn lycan and kill her.
Lucien slapped her, her head snapping backwards from the force. She was quick to rebound from the blow and throw herself at him. Her fangs glittered in the moonlight as she stretched her jaws wide open, straining for his neck. The two fell over the side of the bed, grappling with each other. Lucien was quick to overpower her; Selene continued to struggle against him even as he clasped her wrists together and yanked them over her head. He sat straddling her, breathing heavily as she thrust her hips against him in an attempt to free herself. “Let me go,” she hissed, her eyes were like chips of ice.
“I have shown you nothing but kindness and peace yet you question me still!! Viktor is more heathen than I!” Lucien thrust his face into Selene’s, showing her his own fangs, “When Viktor slaughtered your poor family, did you pledge allegiance to him right after! Was their blood even cool before you were kneeling and kissing his feet!” His growl was full of fury. Selene shook her head in denial, “lies Lucien! Viktor told me that it was the lycan who overran my family!”
Lucien snorted, “it’s not a lie that I have treated you fairly well while one of my brothers lies bleeding and dying in one of Viktor’s hell holes! This is not a trick Selene! Get it through your thick vampire skull!” Abruptly he released her, cords of veins standing out on his neck as he stormed away from her. When he reached the doorway he paused just a moment, turning to her slightly as he spoke, “why do you think I chose you Selene? You are the only one who has as much to vengeance to gain from Viktor’s death as I do.” His eyes flew over Selene’s lightly-clothed body, “I was not the one who slaughtered your family Selene, it was Viktor.” A look of intense hatred rose in Lucien’s eyes, “and the only reason that that soul-less bastard took you in was because of how alike you and his daughter Sonya look!” His lips had curled back into a snarl, “the daughter whom he sentenced to death.” The door slammed shut behind him as he left her there on the floor.
Selene shuddered, hugging herself as she realized how close she had been to being murdered. Looking around her, she moved slowly forwards and began to pull the sheets back up onto her bed. She stopped in mid-motion, the sheets becoming limp in her hands. Her mind flew back to the day when Viktor had saved her from the lycans. She thought over Kraven and his words, “if only you knew what Viktor had done, you wouldn’t be so quick to praise him.” She had thought that they were just angry words at the time. Words that Kraven had thrown at her without thinking, they were treasonous and dangerous words in any context.
The sheets slipped from her fingers, her eyes flew to the barred windows of her room. She remembered when she and Viktor had stood alone on the upper floor of the Coven, staring out at the stars. As Selene stared out through her barred window, the night stars winked cheerily back at her; the memory came flying back to the surface of her mind faster now. It had been another quiet night like this when Viktor had turned to her, that same soft look of fondness for her resting in his eyes; when he spoke to Selene he had whispered his daughter’s name, “Sonya.”

‘If only I had known.’ Selene had thought that it was a mistake at the time, she hadn’t known who Sonya was. She had thought that she had misheard, she hadn’t thought about Viktor’s slip-up at all since then. His hand had fallen to her shoulder afterwards and he had turned her to face out towards the night sky, “the world is ours Selene…once the lycan are destroyed, peace will be restored and things will be as they should be. We will take back what was rightfully ours from the start, humanity.”
Selene turned swiftly and went to her door, she knocked on it. Five lycan guards, bristling with weapons, greeted her as the door swung open. “Let me speak with Lucien.” She demanded hotly, hatred for the wolfen brutes flooding her again. A black bag was thrown over her head without another word and her hands were bound tightly behind her back before they started to pull her down the hallway. Selene would have counted the steps from her room to Lucien’s except that the lycan guards suddenly swung her up in their arms and carried her like a babe for several minutes.
She felt drafts of cool night air on her face at points and then the dank breath of the underground before the group resurfaced at some other point. At that point she was dropped to her feet and the sound of knocking reached her ears. “Lucien,” one of the guards said gruffly, she suddenly realized that there were now more than just five of them. All of them were partly changed into their lycan skins from what she could tell, it made her smirk, so much effort was made to ensure that she not escape. “The vampire is here.” The guard waited for Lucien’s “let her in.” Before Selene heard the sounds of a heavy door being dragged open. Clawed hands shoved her through the doorway and then the door clanked shut behind her. She stood tall even though she was bound and blind, listening for Lucien’s footsteps. Her nerves were jangling, had Viktor truly behaved her as Lucien suggested?
“Why should I trust you Lucien?” She spoke first, her voice sounded strange to her. Abruptly, the black bag was yanked from her head. She blinked in surprise, she hadn’t even heard Lucien approach. The lycan lord’s fierce gaze caught her immediate attention, “why shouldn’t you?” His voice was a growl, she could see her reflection in the depths of Lucien’s midnight black eyes. He was still half-transformed into his lycan form. She tensed visibly, “there must be something that you can think of that would make me believe the things that you say.”

“Why are you here Selene?” Lucien lost his wolfish appearance, a smirk lining his lips, “you must partly believe something that I told you if you’re here. Your first visit to my chambers throughout your entire stay, as I’m sure you’re aware.” His smirk turned into a grin full of fangs, it made the hairs on the back of Selene’s neck stand on end.

“That night,” Selene murmured, her eyes narrowing, “when the lycan killed my family,” here Lucien interrupted, “where Viktor killed your family.”

Selene paused, “how do you possibly think that I would believe you!”

Lucien shoved back the cuff of his shirt from his wrist, offering his wrist to Selene’s mouth, “the answer is in my blood, isn’t it? I’m not afraid.” Selene turned her head, sniffing in disgust, “lycan blood is deadly.” Lucien only smiled, “There is nothing that I can do to convince you Selene. You know that very well. Why did you come here? It’s my turn to ask questions now.”
Selene’s gaze hardened, “I wanted to know how you knew of my family.” Lucien’s grin grew wider, “ah-ah, now that is a question which I cannot answer for you…maybe your clansmen, Kraven, can answer that question.” Selene stared at Lucien in confusion, her brows furrowing, “tell me what you mean.”
The lycan shrugged his shoulders, stepping back from Selene, “these are things for me to know, and you to never find out vampire.” His fingers toyed with the pendant at his neck, he eyed Selene. Her full lips were pursed in irritation, “tell me.” Selene commanded obstinately. When Lucien still did not answer she immediately flew forwards, leaping into the air at the last minute to strike him with a kick. He easily avoided the blow, moving just as quickly as Selene and grabbing that same leg and throwing her to the ground.
She was quick to swipe her feet to the side and knock Lucien off of his feet. Clenching her abdominal muscles she hopped to a quick stand and raised her booted foot high before bringing it down towards Lucien’s face. He moved lightning fast and grabbed her ankle and twisted it so that she fell onto her side. She felt his hands at her wrists and then before she knew it, her hands were free. She twisted around in surprise, “what’re you doing?” What was Lucien trying to do by this? His guards were standing right outside of the door so there was no way for her to escape even if she did succeed in killing the brute.
“Just try and kill me death dealer, see where it gets you! Maybe this way you can wreak some vengeance for your dead family though it is on the wrong person.” Lucien’s eyes were like knives; Selene didn’t need a second offering. She moved to strike at him with her bare hands. He countered with a strike at her side. She moved to try and meet his next blow but ended up with a strong blow to the back of her head. She sank to the ground, stars in her vision. Lucien didn’t stop there, he moved forwards and ripped the leather corset from her waist. Her hands tried weakly to stop him but he pinned her wrists above her head easily. With one hand he unzipped the front of Selene’s uniform and yanked it over her shoulder so that her shoulder and breast were bared for him. The cold stone against her back and the feeling of the chill air on her exposed breast made her shudder. Lucien bent forwards and sank his jaws into Selene’s shoulder without hesitation, she cried out in pain. Though she bit her lips in an effort to try and silence herself as Lucien continued to bite down onto her exposed shoulder, she couldn’t stop her body from arching up against Lucien’s as he sank his teeth farther into her skin.

His hand released her wrists as he pulled back, he sat straddling her waist once again. He contemplated her heaving chest, “I see that if Viktor has the right to treat my brother as he does, then I have no need to treat you any better Selene.” His voice was ragged, her blood dribbled from his lips as he spoke. He pulled the zipper all the way down, wrestling Selene’s upper body from the tight clothing. “I have done everything in my power to try and end this futile, idiotic war that Viktor brought upon us all. But,” Lucien bent forwards to nip and lick at the wound he had inflicted upon Selene, “of course you vampires are too thick to see reason!” Selene arched against Lucien again in pain, she remembered when Viktor had exiled their historian. The memory flickered across the back of her lids as Lucien bit even harder onto her shoulder, blood trickling down between the slope of her breasts. ‘Why would Viktor exile their historian? …because he wanted to hide the truth.’ Selene’s brows furrowed, she could feel Lucien’s hard body against hers and for once she let herself slip into those musings of what he would feel like inside her.
A moan escaped Selene. Lucien paused in his actions, sitting up swiftly at the sound. His eyes were open wide, the black pupils receding into hazel brown. Selene’s eyes were closed, she remembered now the exiled vampire’s words, “if you knew the truth Selene, you would know that your allegiance should lay the other way.”
When she opened her eyes she found Lucien’s gaze resting on her, a faint glimmer of surprise lay in them. “Lucien,” her voice trembled. The lycan lord remained in silence, “take me tonight.” Her voice was barely a whisper in the now quiet room. Lucien tipped Selene’s head forwards, his eyes brimming with things she couldn’t name. He bent forwards and captured her lips in his.

The kiss was full of hunger, ravenous to go deeper and farther. At first Selene did nothing, but as his fingers moved up to cup her breast and stroke her nipple, she let her lips press back anxiously against Lucien’s. He growled. His lips moved down her neck to her shoulder, lapping and kissing at the bite wound he had inflicted. Selene sighed, her eyes sliding closed. She opened them when she felt Lucien stop in his movements. When their eyes met, she suddenly recognized the look in his gaze. Love? Lucien abruptly yanked the rest of Selene’s clothing from her, his hands moved towards his own straining pants. Selene’s hands were there first, Lucien stilled, watching and waiting in partial surprise as Selene’s hands fumbled with his belt and then pulled his pants down over his hips. He rose to a stand, helping Selene to do so also. She looked down, her eyes closed, her nose brushing against his chest as they stood silently for a moment. Both breathing heavily, bathed in the light of the night sky.
In the next minute Lucien grabbed Selene up into his arms and threw her roughly onto the bed. He positioned her at the edge of the bed, flipping her over onto her stomach and forcing her ass up into the air in a position she had grown familiar with. He fingered her leaking pussy, causing sharp pangs of longing to sweep through her. He guided the head of his penis to her entrance and waited, putting just enough pressure against her entrance so that she could feel his head. She moaned, arching her back beautifully, it made Lucien grit his teeth. Oh how he wanted to just thrust violently into her. But he waited patiently, applying just a little bit more pressure onto her entrance. Selene couldn’t wait any longer, “please,” she breathed, her hands were balled up in the sheets. Lucien didn’t need any further begging, he slid his rod into her immediately; groaning as her tight space enveloped him. “Selene,” he moaned as he grabbed her hips and forced her to feel his full length inside her. She gripped him like a glove, her muscles flexing and clenching involuntarily around him. He shuddered, “Selene,” he moaned again.
Pulling out for a moment he let his fingers feel her pussy to see if she was dripping wet like he wanted her to be. He was pleased when she shoved her pussy onto his fingers, desperately trying to ride them. He laughed, she turned over onto her back at the sound. She smirked back at him, what an unlikely turn of events. “Lucien.” She murmured, she drew him in with her legs, thrusting her breasts out to him. Lucien wiped the head of his cock against her swollen bud, smearing its liquids against her. He loved the way her hips thrust automatically against his, trying so desperately to pull his length back in. Without warning he thrust himself inside, closing his eyes in utter pleasure as her pussy clenched tightly onto him. He began to pound into her, she had to grip the sheets tightly as he slammed into her. His balls slapped against her ass as Lucien strove to go deeper and deeper into her. “Lucien!” Selene murmured in pleasure. He abruptly slowed his movements and made shallower thrusts, teasing her.
“Is this how you want it Selene?” The head of his cock was all that was left inside of her at this point. Selene clenched her teeth, unwilling to beg any more than she had done so already. As she felt Lucien begin to pull out even more she let out a groan of frustration, “stop playing games Lucien,” her eyes opened and caught Lucien’s concentrated gaze, “just fuck me.” The lycan smirked, right before he slammed his dick deep into her. The thrust jolted Selene back against the sheets and made her eyes roll back in her head, “gods,” she panted for air.

Lucien loved it. He loved the way Selene’s body lay bared and exposed to him; her breasts jiggling with each of his punishing thrusts, her flat belly rising and falling rapidly with her pants. Just before he would have blown his load into her, he pulled out and moved swiftly onto the bed. He yanked Selene, by her hips, to rest on top of him, “ride me.” He commanded. Without hesitation, Selene rose up and poised her entrance above his engorged cock. Staring him in the eye as her tight pussy began to close around his tip, she clenched down on him. Lucien’s hips involuntarily bucked upwards, the slightest of smiles lighting his features. He could see a dribble of Selene’s juices threading its way down his cock as she ever-so-slowly took him in, inch-by-inch. Not letting her drag on the torture for too log, Lucien grabbed Selene and pulled her down onto his cock. She gasped, his full length almost too much for her. She began to move then, grinding herself into him. Selene moaned, it felt incredible to have him fill her up like this. Her eyes flew open when she felt Lucien’s hands on her waist, he held her in place as he released deep into her.
Selene continued to try to ride him, to squeeze every drop from him. When Lucien finally managed to pull out of her, he felt completely emptied. As he pulled out, all of his juices and hers began to dribble down her legs. Lucien grinned, with his finger he traced the trail up Selene’s legs to her dripping hole. He tickled her still-swollen bud with his thumb before giving it a hard pinch. Selene nearly collapsed on top of him from the pinch. Lucien laughed, “you’re job isn’t finished yet, vampire.” He sat up, pushing her head down, “you need to clean up the mess you made first.” He grabbed her by the hair and forced her to take him in her mouth. “Lick it all up.” He growled, making sure that she stayed down until she did so. He watched her lips work around the base of his tongue, felt her tongue lather him clean, it made him smile in pleasure. He made sure that she sucked on his balls before he released her.
Selene rolled onto her back, breathing heavily still. Her eyes darted angrily to Lucien, “you enjoyed that too much Lucien.” The lycan shrugged his shoulders, “how could I not?” He rolled onto his side and stroked away the stray hairs from her face, his eyes searched hers, “what’s not to love about a vampire like you?” He murmured softly. Selene’s eyes widened at the comment, “Lucien….this is temporary.” She felt the tang of fear in her mouth, “you know that, don’t you?”

The werewolf pulled her closer to him, taking her lips into a kiss. Selene was surprised at herself as she allowed Lucien to taste her deeply. He pulled away, “I’ve heard that before Selene. It didn’t stop me then. It will not stop me now.”