Darkness Becomes Her Read Online Free
Author: Lacey Savage
didn’t even grunt as he slammed against the solid rock. Luke reached out to steady him as the man stumbled back, clearly dazed, but Varin quickly shrugged off his touch and lurched toward the opposite corner.
The cell gate slammed closed.
“Still won’t talk to me, huh?” Luke licked his dry lips, surprised at how gritty his voice sounded.
As expected, Varin ignored him.
Luke sighed. The night they’d spent with Heidi had left its mark on both of them. It had brought Luke more joy than he’d thought possible, and when it was over, it had summoned the soul-numbing chill to take the place of Heidi’s all-encompassing warmth.
But it had been much harder on Varin. He’d sacrificed everything he was -- all he’d ever been -- to save her. He’d given up his only chance at redemption in the eyes of Baal, the Lord of the Underworld, for a mortal woman he’d never see again.
In the time the three of them had spent together, Luke had realized there was more to Varin than met the eye. He wasn’t human, but neither was he the callous, vicious breed of demon with which Luke had become familiar.
Except down here, in the bowels of the Underworld, Varin was human. His demon powers had been stripped from him, leaving him as vulnerable to the cruel whims of Hell’s denizens as any other prisoner.
In the past, the Demon Guardians had always tormented Varin with more fury and sadistic vengefulness than they’d shown any other captive. Since he’d returned, their relentless cruelty had increased ten-fold.
Many things had changed since their brief respite in the mortal realm, but Varin’s feelings for Heidi had stayed the same. Luke had seen the utter tenderness in his cellmate’s gaze as Varin had claimed her. He still heard that same possessive devotion in Varin’s voice when the man uttered Heidi’s name in his sleep.
And every now and again, when exhaustion overwhelmed him, Varin even murmured Luke’s name with the same reverent fervor.
More than anything else, those whispered words gave Luke hope.
“Were you this stubborn as a child?” Luke tilted his head to peer into the opposite corner. Torches lit the outside hallway, but only a flicker of orange light reached inside their cell through the barred gate.
No sound made its way from Varin’s corner. Not even the steady rhythm of the man’s breathing.
A shiver of apprehension snaked up Luke’s spine. What had the wraiths and Demon Guardians been doing to him? What if they’d removed his tongue, robbing him of his ability to speak?
The chill creeping up Luke’s body intensified. He shifted forward, scraping his knees across the rough stone. His shoulder throbbed as he propped his weight on an outstretched hand and slid toward the dark, masculine shape that beckoned to him, looking for the slightest reassurance, the smallest sign of life.
Reaching out, he slipped his palm across a muscular calf. Coarse hair slipped between his fingers. Varin’s flesh was warm and pulsed beneath his touch, sending an electric jolt of lust into his veins.
That brief contact was enough to rouse a sliver of heat from Luke’s groin. It curled up around his balls, stiffening his cock.
A groan caught in his throat.
He slid his hand up farther, infinitely slowly, held back by the burning ache in his muscles and the fear that any moment now, Varin would push him away like he’d done so many times before. Tentatively, he reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers against the man’s pubic hair.
Varin’s flaccid shaft, silky and soft, caressed the side of Luke’s hand, then twitched, stiffening almost instantly. The thick member elongated as a hoarse moan slipped free from Varin’s throat.
In a flash of movement, Varin reached down and clamped a broad hand around Luke’s wrist, yanking his fingers away from his hard shaft.
“What’s the use?” Varin’s voice boomed inside the cramped interior of the cell. “Nothing will change if we do this. Nothing!”
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The cell gate slammed closed.
“Still won’t talk to me, huh?” Luke licked his dry lips, surprised at how gritty his voice sounded.
As expected, Varin ignored him.
Luke sighed. The night they’d spent with Heidi had left its mark on both of them. It had brought Luke more joy than he’d thought possible, and when it was over, it had summoned the soul-numbing chill to take the place of Heidi’s all-encompassing warmth.
But it had been much harder on Varin. He’d sacrificed everything he was -- all he’d ever been -- to save her. He’d given up his only chance at redemption in the eyes of Baal, the Lord of the Underworld, for a mortal woman he’d never see again.
In the time the three of them had spent together, Luke had realized there was more to Varin than met the eye. He wasn’t human, but neither was he the callous, vicious breed of demon with which Luke had become familiar.
Except down here, in the bowels of the Underworld, Varin was human. His demon powers had been stripped from him, leaving him as vulnerable to the cruel whims of Hell’s denizens as any other prisoner.
In the past, the Demon Guardians had always tormented Varin with more fury and sadistic vengefulness than they’d shown any other captive. Since he’d returned, their relentless cruelty had increased ten-fold.
Many things had changed since their brief respite in the mortal realm, but Varin’s feelings for Heidi had stayed the same. Luke had seen the utter tenderness in his cellmate’s gaze as Varin had claimed her. He still heard that same possessive devotion in Varin’s voice when the man uttered Heidi’s name in his sleep.
And every now and again, when exhaustion overwhelmed him, Varin even murmured Luke’s name with the same reverent fervor.
More than anything else, those whispered words gave Luke hope.
“Were you this stubborn as a child?” Luke tilted his head to peer into the opposite corner. Torches lit the outside hallway, but only a flicker of orange light reached inside their cell through the barred gate.
No sound made its way from Varin’s corner. Not even the steady rhythm of the man’s breathing.
A shiver of apprehension snaked up Luke’s spine. What had the wraiths and Demon Guardians been doing to him? What if they’d removed his tongue, robbing him of his ability to speak?
The chill creeping up Luke’s body intensified. He shifted forward, scraping his knees across the rough stone. His shoulder throbbed as he propped his weight on an outstretched hand and slid toward the dark, masculine shape that beckoned to him, looking for the slightest reassurance, the smallest sign of life.
Reaching out, he slipped his palm across a muscular calf. Coarse hair slipped between his fingers. Varin’s flesh was warm and pulsed beneath his touch, sending an electric jolt of lust into his veins.
That brief contact was enough to rouse a sliver of heat from Luke’s groin. It curled up around his balls, stiffening his cock.
A groan caught in his throat.
He slid his hand up farther, infinitely slowly, held back by the burning ache in his muscles and the fear that any moment now, Varin would push him away like he’d done so many times before. Tentatively, he reached out and brushed the tips of his fingers against the man’s pubic hair.
Varin’s flaccid shaft, silky and soft, caressed the side of Luke’s hand, then twitched, stiffening almost instantly. The thick member elongated as a hoarse moan slipped free from Varin’s throat.
In a flash of movement, Varin reached down and clamped a broad hand around Luke’s wrist, yanking his fingers away from his hard shaft.
“What’s the use?” Varin’s voice boomed inside the cramped interior of the cell. “Nothing will change if we do this. Nothing!”
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