Fighting Darius Páginas 2

they slide to cover my stomach.
The warmth of his hands and

his body spreading over me through the thin fabric of my top.
He has the power to make me feel weak, yet safe and strong at
the same time.
My hand quickly goes up to touch the medallion. I’ve liked this

medallion since the very first moment I noticed it on him. Now
he’s giving it to me. Knowing it’s connection to his roots and
how much it means to him makes it so much more special.
“I’ll wear it. Always,” I tell him in a whisper. “Thank you.”
He turns me around with his hands spanning the side of my

waists. He gazes down at me pensively. There’s a flash of
possessiveness in his eyes and the way he’s holding me.
“I love seeing you wearing my family crest,” he announces.
Suddenly the medallion feels like a red hot branding iron,

stamping, claiming, and declaring me as his.
“I’m done fighting our bond and my feelings for you,

Persephone. I should’ve asked you this before, but I’ve always
got sidetracked, so I’m asking you now. Persephone, when this
is all over, will you be mine? Will you let me mark you?”
“When did you decide to stop fighting?” I ask him.
He grows quiet for a while. His watchful penetrating gaze

intense on my face. He knows I’m avoiding his question. The
lines of his mouth look tight, but he answers my question, “I
knew right from the start that I was fighting a losing battle, but
I tried. That night with Polina, right after you left, I knew then
without a doubt that I can’t let you go. No matter how noble I
thought the sacrifice was.
“I’m sorry, I know I’m being selfish, but I can’t…I just can’t.
Even when I was saying that you need to save yourself for your
mate, I didn’t really mean it. I don’t want anybody else and I
don’t want anybody else touching you. You’re everything.
You’re mine.
“I never had anybody to claim as my own. Not even my family.

I was always alone and I never wanted anyone. With you
though, I can’t help it. You’re mine. All of you.”
“What about you? Are you mine?” I ask him boldly.
“Yes. Absolutely. I’m yours. All of me,” he answers without

hesitation.
“But you’re leaving me.”
“I have no choice, Malyshka.”
“What if I don’t want to be yours by then, Darius? I mean, for

years I waited for you. I watched you tried to mark another
woman, for goodness sake.” I spit out. “YOU decided we
couldn’t be together. YOU decided to give up fighting our bond.
You decide everything. What if I decide that I don’t want us
together then?”
He stares at me wordlessly. There’s a pain in his eyes that

breaks my heart, but I refuse to back down. This has been
bugging me for a while now. Maybe I’m just being petty.
Waiting for over three years for the one you’re yearning for
with your whole being can do that to you.
“Then I’ll wait for you to change your mind,” he says quietly.
“I’ll wait forever if I have to.
“I won’t pretend or promise to sit on the sideline for years just

waiting though. You might want to use the time I’m away to
enjoy your freedom, but not too much. When I come back for
you, I promise you, I’ll do everything in my power to make you
want me again. I’m not giving you up, Persephone. Not ever.”
Suddenly he moves closer. I step back, but his hands slide to

my back, holding me still. He leans in until the tip of his nose is
touching the shell of my ear. His warm breath is teasing my
skin.
“Besides, I know that you do want me now,” he whispers.

Arrogant, overbearing, infuriating asshat. He nibbles my ear
teasingly. The tip of his tongue comes out to trace the sensitive
skin, sending shivers down my spine. Okay, so I do want him.
“Cocky, big-headed, obnoxious asshole…” I mutter

breathlessly.
“I love you too, Malyshka,” he murmurs against my skin as his

mouth travels down to rain kisses along my jaw. “No amount of
time will change that.”
When he reaches my neck, he opens his mouth and his tongue

comes out to lap my skin hungrily. His mouth sucking and his
teeth nipping gently. My brain stops working.
My hands sweep over his broad shoulders to the nape of his
neck and to bury themselves in his silky hair. I lay my palms
flat on his cheeks and force his face up so that I can look into
his face. I can’t think straight when he’s doing what he was
doing to me. “If you love me, why don’t you want to mark me
now?”
He looks up as if he’s in a daze, then he shakes his head as if to

clear it up.
I know I’m giving him a whiplash. One moment I’m telling him
I might not want him anymore when he gets back, and the next
I’m asking him why he’s not marking me. Good. By the end of
this conversation, I expect that he might need to lie down or
get a stiff drink before he can function properly again.
“I know you marked my wolf when you kissed me that night a

few months ago. Why not go all the way and mark me
physically too?” I ask him.
Serena and Genesis told me once when they found out that I
am Darius’s erasthai that there are two stages to a lycan’s
claim. The first stage is marking the wolf, which is very subtle.
It warns other lycans who might be interested to stay away.
Werewolves or humans wouldn’t be able to sense the marking
at all. At this stage, my true mate can still claim me. The second
stage, which is the real stage, is the physical marking. This is
when the lycan bites you and become your real mate. You
would turn into a lycan and no one else can claim you.
“Marking you physically would be irreversible, Malyshka.

There’s no undoing it. Your fate would forever be bound to
me,” he answers. “I might be selfish, but I can’t destroy you. If I
marked you physically now, you wouldn’t survive it if anything
bad happens to me when I’m in Russia. If I didn’t mark you, at
least you would still have a chance at happiness even if I’m
gone.”
No, I don’t want to think about him being gone. “Or you can
take me with you,” I insist once again.
“No, it’s too dangerous for you to be there.” I can see by the set
of his jaw and that determined look on his face that there’s no
changing his mind.
Well then. “Okay, no biggie,” I tell him, shrugging my

shoulders as if I didn’t care.
He probably sees something in my face, because he closes his

eyes and groans out, “Please don’t, Malyshka.” It’s as if he can
read my mind. He knows me so well.
“Don’t what?”
“Please don’t come to Russia after me.”
“Sure I won’t,” I avert his icy blue gaze to study the pattern on
the wall. Actually, there is no pattern, it’s just a boring
whitewash stucco wall.
“Really?”
I trace an imaginary line on the wall, still avoiding his

penetrating gaze. “Yeah, really. I wasn’t even thinking about it.”
Liar!
He sighs. He doesn’t believe me. I don’t believe me.
“Just make sure Eva keeps her hand to herself…and make sure
you keep your hands off Eva or any other women for that
matter,” I tell him, to change the subject.
He backs me into the wall and places his forehead against

mine. “I’m all yours, Persephone. Only yours,” he breathes
before his lips claim mine in a deep searing kiss.
Darius has gone off with Caspian, Constantine, and Lazarus

after lunch, so I decided to lounge around the swimming pool
with Genesis and Serena.
I open my bedroom door after changing into my American flag

bikini to find Eva standing on the other side with her hand
raised up, ready to knock.
“Hi, Penny. I was just about to knock,” she says. “Can we talk
for a minute?”
“Yeah, sure,” I reply, opening the door wider for her to come in.
“We’re leaving tonight. I think you’re already aware of that,”

she says as soon as I closed the door. “Look, I would like to
think that we’re friends.
“What I’m trying to say is, I know you’re Darius’s erasthai. I

might be slow in figuring out relationships and feelings and
such, but I’ve finally got it.”
“When did you find out? How?” I ask her. We certainly never
told anyone outside our little circle about this. Eva was so
clueless all these while, I thought she would never figure it out.
“I figured it out this morning,” she admits looking slightly

sheepish. “I know you were in his bedroom. A lycan and a
werewolf wouldn’t be spending the night together unless
they’re mates, or meant to be mates.
“I’m sorry about offering to have sex with him. Had I known
what you are to him, I would never have done that.” Wow, this
woman is even more direct than I am.
“Okay,” I say. “Darius already marked my wolf before you came

here, how can you not sense it?”
She grins before she answers, “Oh, honey, only lycans who are
really looking or interested in you would pay enough attention
to be able to sense that. I don’t swing that way. so…”
Huh. “How’d you know you don’t swing that way, you never
had me yet,” I flip my hair sassily.
Eva busts out laughing. “Would you be willing to give me a

sample?” she teases me. She knows that she’s forgiven. I
couldn’t bring myself to hold a grudge against Eva. I do like
her. She’s not malicious or manipulative like some girls I know.
What you see is what you get with Eva.
“Nope!” I answer.

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they slide to cover my stomach.

The warmth of his hands and

My hand quickly goes up to touch the medallion. I’ve liked this

“I’ll wear it. Always,” I tell him in a whisper. “Thank you.”

He turns me around with his hands spanning the side of my

“I love seeing you wearing my family crest,” he announces.

Suddenly the medallion feels like a red hot branding iron,

“I’m done fighting our bond and my feelings for you,

“When did you decide to stop fighting?” I ask him.

He grows quiet for a while. His watchful penetrating gaze

“I never had anybody to claim as my own. Not even my family.

“What about you? Are you mine?” I ask him boldly.

“Yes. Absolutely. I’m yours. All of me,” he answers without

“But you’re leaving me.”

“I have no choice, Malyshka.”

“What if I don’t want to be yours by then, Darius? I mean, for

He stares at me wordlessly. There’s a pain in his eyes that

“I won’t pretend or promise to sit on the sideline for years just

Suddenly he moves closer. I step back, but his hands slide to

“Besides, I know that you do want me now,” he whispers.

“Cocky, big-headed, obnoxious asshole…” I mutter

“I love you too, Malyshka,” he murmurs against my skin as his

When he reaches my neck, he opens his mouth and his tongue

He looks up as if he’s in a daze, then he shakes his head as if to

“I know you marked my wolf when you kissed me that night a

“Marking you physically would be irreversible, Malyshka.

Well then. “Okay, no biggie,” I tell him, shrugging my

He probably sees something in my face, because he closes his

“Please don’t come to Russia after me.”

I trace an imaginary line on the wall, still avoiding his

He backs me into the wall and places his forehead against

Darius has gone off with Caspian, Constantine, and Lazarus

I open my bedroom door after changing into my American flag

“We’re leaving tonight. I think you’re already aware of that,”

“What I’m trying to say is, I know you’re Darius’s erasthai. I

“I figured it out this morning,” she admits looking slightly

“Okay,” I say. “Darius already marked my wolf before you came

Eva busts out laughing. “Would you be willing to give me a

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