Revival of a King (Black Hallows Book 1)

by G N Wright

  She has curled my already curly hair which I thought would be pointless but the tongs she used on me actually made my usually messy, wild curls seem sleek and smooth. She approved of the black satin dress I purchased and is now doing my makeup to match apparently.

  “Soooo I heard a rumor at school this week?” she says.

  “Oh yeah?” I say trying not to panic while also thinking about every bad thing she could have heard in relation to me.

  “Yeah, apparently the South Side King has claimed himself a Queen,” she says sweetly with a cheeky smile and I scoff.

  “Yeah, well don’t believe everything you hear,” I say and pour myself another shot and knock it back.

  “Please we both know you and Marcus are endgame, you forget I’ve known you both forever, you haven’t been gone that long.”

  “A lot can change in three years,” I say weakly.

  “Okay well answer me this. Do you still think Marcus is hot?”

  I roll my eyes but nod.

  “Okay and does he give you that feeling in your stomach when he is near you?”

  Why can't she just say butterflies I think in annoyance but nod again, my throat getting dry.

  “And do you love him?

  “More than I should,” I admit to both of us and she squeals. “Tay, not everything is as simple as that.”

  “Okay, sure but at least jump his bones,” she replies, shrugging like it’s that easy and she pulls back looking me over. “Okay, done,” she adds, triumphantly.

  I turn to the mirror and gasp because she has made me look stunning. I have spent the last few years hating my appearance for drawing attention to myself but right now I feel amazing.

  My hair is tumbling down my back in smooth silky curls and she has given me a heavy smokey eye with a bold red lip, a lot more makeup then I usually go for, but it looks great.

  “Wow,” I choke out, “Thank you”.

  “Girl, please. I barely did anything,” she says tossing back a shot. “Now let's get dressed and hit the road. I am ready to party with people who don’t have a stick up their ass.”

  I laugh, I can't help but feel young and carefree around her, how a normal eighteen-year-old who hasn’t suffered the same fate as me should feel. We throw on our clothes and unlike my black satin mini dress, Taylor is sporting a bright orange pair of fitted pants and a black crop top to match her black heels. She looks insanely gorgeous with her ebony hair tousled into a messy bun on top of her hair with a few strands framing her face.

  A horn honks and I look to Taylor as she speaks, “Wow, that was fast. I only just called for a car,” she muses but we grab our purses and head downstairs. Her parents aren’t home for the weekend so there is no need for us to sneak out and we head straight for the front door.

  Once outside I start towards the car and the dark of the night that's already settled allows me to miss the figure waiting by it.

  “Wow, princess, you look even better than usual.” Jace's voice freezes me in my tracks as I take in all three Rebels staring me down. They are leaning against Lincoln's SUV like we asked them to be here. All three of them look every bit the Rebels they are.

  Lincoln has his hair tousled effortlessly as usual and is wearing a simple white shirt and grey pants. His muscles bunch through his shirt and he looks far from the computer genius I know him to be.

  Jace has his man bun pulled tight with a few escaped strands pushed behind his ears, his gleeful smile fully intact and is rocking baggy jeans as usual but instead of a band t shirt he is wearing a fitted Henley. It’s weird to see him in something different.

  They both are super-hot in their own right, but they have got nothing on their leader.

  Marcus looks every bit the dark king he is in his full black attire. Black shirt folded back at the sleeve revealing his muscular forearms and even in the dark I can see the veins prominent in them. Why are forearms sexy? Matched with fitted black jeans and black boots. I flick my eyes back to his and his stare is just as black. It makes me hot even in the cold bite of fall. The shots I knocked back must be hitting me because I can’t help but think what that stare would look like if I kissed him right now and felt that hard body up against me and those arms pulling me in tight.

  “The hell are you guys doing here? You’re not coming,” Taylor interrupts my lusty thoughts.

  “Not yet, baby,” Jace replies, winking at her and I feel sorry for her when he puts on the full charm on her like that, I can see her blush from here.

  “In your dreams, Conrad,” she quips back.

  “And what dreams they are,” he replies, cupping his junk and I snort a laugh before turning my attention to Linc.

  “What are you doing here, Superman?”

  He gives me that infuriating shrug of his, “Where you go, I go,” he offers simply before throwing his thumb to the other two, “And these fuckers decided to tag along.”

  My gaze wanders back to Marcus as he pushes off the side of the car and stalks towards me not stopping until we are nose to nose. He towers over me even in heels and looks down at me and pushes a curl behind my ear.

  “Ready to party, little King?” he asks me, and his rough husky voice makes me break out in goosebumps and I am too flustered to answer him. He gives me one more look, licking his lips before turning away and climbing into the back seat of the car.

  Taylor comes to stand next to me, “You are so fucked,” she whispers, and I can’t do anything but nod because she’s right.

  Taylor calls shotgun so she sits up front with Lincoln, meaning I am in the backseat sandwiched between Marcus and Jace. The former of which clasped his hand onto my knee as soon as I climbed in and has left it there ever since. His touch makes me burn with an unfamiliar feeling and I am literally buzzing all the way to the club.

  When we arrive at Club 319 there is a huge line, but Lincoln just pulls right up to the front and someone rushes out to take his keys from him and the rope across the door is pulled back for us without question. I notice Jace bro hugging one of the guys and slip a wad of bills into his hand while whispering something in his ear and the guy nods.

  Lincoln leads the way inside and I follow with Marcus right behind me. He is so close that I can practically feel him. We are shown to a booth in VIP and I roll my eyes, of course only the best for the Rebels. We settle and give our drink order and then I flick my gaze across the place.

  It’s a large open space room with our section filling the back wall with thick black ropes separating it from the rest of the club. One full wall is covered with a giant bar and there is a huge dance floor in the center. It's only just past 10pm but it is already packed tight with bodies swaying to the upbeat music from the DJ.

  I sit and talk animatedly with Taylor, with Jace inputting every now and then and actively ignore Marcus' stare on me. His eyes haven’t left me all night and if it goes on much longer, he is gonna burn a hole right through me. Thankfully, Taylor saves me after we have knocked back two drinks and tells me it’s time to hit the dance floor.

  I take one last look at Marcus and his eyes track me as I stand, and I flee after Taylor before I do something stupid like kiss him.

  Chapter 30

  MARCUS

  As soon as she walked out the door tonight my cock was hard as steel. It wasn’t even deterred by the furious look on her face at finding us waiting there for her. If anything, it only made me harder for her, old Elle was timid, complacent, sweet, new Elle is none of those things. She is different, changed, she is darker, tougher, and sexier than ever.

  I hate her more than ever for leaving me for so long, all that lost time we could have been together but then one look at her has me under her spell.

  She has been pointedly ignoring me all night, but I couldn’t ignore her even if I wanted to, I never could.

  I am mesmerized by her and that fucking little black dress she’s wearing. The satin is glued to her like a second skin showing every single curve of her sinful body. It’s not just my a
ttention she’s got, I can see every prick in this room lusting after her.

  She's across the room now dominating the dance floor with Taylor. I swear the way her hips move to the beat it's like the music was made for her. I try to discreetly rearrange myself in my jeans, but my brothers miss nothing.

  “If you don’t tap that soon I think you might explode,” Jace muses, cocking his eyebrow at my obvious erection.

  “Don’t talk about her like she's just a piece of ass,” I snap, and he holds his hands up in mock surrender.

  “Woah, brother, chill I know she makes your heart all warm and fuzzy,” he teases and Linc laughs while continuing to survey the room, his eyes never straying too far from Ells like mine but for totally different reasons.

  “I like her,” he adds “she suits you.”

  “You think?” I reply genuinely interested in his thoughts when he has only just met her and barely knows her or us together.

  “She’s smart, got a quick mouth, hot as fuck and always armed and threatening to slice your cock off. I think you’re made for each other,” he smiles at me and I have to laugh as I think about how many times she has threatened me. No one else would still be walking if they had pulled the shit she had, yet on her I find it sexy as fuck.

  “You got a plan to lock that down?” Jace questions me and I turn my gaze to him.

  “Does he fuck?” Lincoln answers for me and they both laugh again. I shake my head at them and throw back the whiskey left in my glass in one gulp. It does nothing to ease the lust coursing through my veins.

  “Well, you better think of something quick before someone swoops in and takes your queen,” he nods his head back to the dance floor and I swing my gaze to find some guy trying to mawl Elle into dancing with him. Fuck this she may not have agreed to be mine yet but that doesn’t mean anyone is allowed to put hands on my girl.

  I jump up and immediately hear Linc curse behind me, but I don’t care I am out for blood. As I get closer, I can hear Elle trying to let him down gently with her back to me, but the prick is having none of it. Taylor spots me and I see her mouth, “Oh shit,” right before I brush up against Elle and knock the fucker on the floor.

  “What the fuck man?”

  “Marcus no!”

  I am on him before he can even move and grip his throat, “She said she wasn’t interested you fucking prick!” I roar in his face.

  “Dressed like that they are always interested,” he has the nerve to spit back at me and then tries to throw a punch in my face. I am too quick for him and dodge it easily and then grab his hand and pull.

  Fuelled by my rage I feel his fingers snap beneath mine and it’s a welcome feeling. I am going to fucking break every last one for touching her. He howls in pain, but it does nothing to soothe me, I’ve got tunnel vision on only him.

  “River, stop,” her voice calls to me.

  I turn to see her looking only at me and she holds out her hand to me.

  “Come on, let's just go cool off somewhere,” she says coaxing me towards her and I find myself reaching out to her. When our hands touch, she links her fingers with mine and leads us from the carnage.

  She pulls us to the back of the club and down a long corridor trying a couple of the doors along the way until the last one gives way, and she pulls me inside. It’s just a small supply closet but she shuts the door behind us and lets out a deep breath before turning to me.

  I grab the back of her neck and pull her to me and slam my lips to hers before she can even speak. She gasps in surprise and it allows me to slip my tongue into her mouth until it tangles with hers. Every fiber of my being lights up when I am around her but nothing shines quite as bright as when her lips touch mine. I realize for the first time that her lips are moving in perfect sync with mine and she kisses me back as hard as I’m kissing her.

  Her kiss leaves me breathless as I pull back and press my forehead against hers and whisper with my lips still touching hers, “Fuck baby, I could kiss you forever.”

  I push that last bit and lock our lips together again. My hands leave her neck as they fall down to her shoulders and then her breasts, I squeeze them, and she moans into my mouth and the sound sends jolts of electricity through me.

  I feel like I am wound tight and ready to break. My hands slide further down her body with my eyes trailing after my touch. I reach the bottom of her dress where it is pulled tight across her thighs. Her hand lightly touches my neck and it immediately breaks out in goosebumps. Nobody's touch has ever affected me like this. I push under her dress until my fingers trace the outside of her panties and I look back up to catch her gaze once more waiting for permission.

  She offers me the slightest of nods, but I take it and push my fingers past the black lace and tease her folds. She is soaked already, and I can smell her arousal in the air around us and groan in appreciation,

  “Fuckkk,” I rasp out slowly closing my eyes before opening them up again. “You are so fucking wet, is this for me, baby?” I grit the words out in my lust filled haze and she nods again.

  I push my fingers further inside and when I graze her clit she reaches out and grips my wrist halting me in my tracks. I still, looking from my fingers to her and she licks her lips and tries to speak.

  “Marcus I’ve never...This is,” her voice is barely a whisper, so she clears her throat and tries again, “I’ve never done this,” she says quietly.

  The shock I feel in that moment must be written on my face, that is the last thing I ever expected. I know Ash confirmed they weren’t involved in that way, but I imagined there would have been other guys over the last three years.

  “No one's ever touched you?” I ask to confirm, and she shakes her head. “No one’s ever made you come. Have you ever made yourself come?” I push her and she shakes her head again.

  “Fuck,” I grit out, “Do you want this Ells?” She hesitates for a second before she nods.

  “God,” I huff out. “I wish we were somewhere other than a fucking shitty supply closet right now,” I laugh slightly but then turn serious. “I promise I will make you feel good baby and next time it will be somewhere I can fucking worship you.”

  I kiss her again and try to pour as much emotion as I can into it, in the hope she will feel what I feel. I start to move my fingers against her clit and swallow another one of her moans.

  Fuck if I could hear those moans for the rest of my life, I will die a happy man. She throws her head back unable to kiss me further and the ecstasy written on her face has me wanting to come in my pants. Fuck, she looks so sexy I need to see her.

  “Look at me, baby,” her eyes snap open and lock with mine and I stare at her as I push one finger inside her and she clenches around me.

  My thumb finds her clit again and I rub it hard and fast until she is shaking and I lean in close and lick her up neck to her ear before biting it and whispering, “Break for me, little King.”

  Those five words are like an accelerant as she explodes around my finger clenching it hard as she comes all over my hand as I continue to fuck her with it.

  “Fuck River. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she groans out the words in a load moan and it’s the sexiest fucking sound I have ever heard in my life.

  “Fuck, baby, yes. Come all over my hand for me,” I grit out into her neck looking down watching my hand fuck her. I have done this with plenty of girls, but I wish I hadn’t because not once I have ever been so turned on by getting someone else off.

  When she comes down from her orgasm, I pull my fingers from her pussy and they glisten with her cream. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean. Fuck that has got to be the best thing I have ever tasted, and I groan in appreciation.

  I step back slightly and see the moment she comes back to her usual self. Her face turns serious and she quickly puts her dress right and takes a deep breath. She is getting ready to run. I crowd her once more and she tries to avoid my stare, so I grip her chin lightly and tip her head back until our eyes meet.

  “
Don’t run from me, Ells,” I plead with her hoping she can hear how much I need her.

  “Marcus I--”

  “No, Ells, please just stay with me tonight, okay?”

  “I don’t think that's a good idea,” she says softly but I can see she thought about it even for just a second first.

  “Come on we can stay out on the roof terrace and sleep under the stars like we used to as kids,” I see her eyes widen that I remember something we haven’t done in years. “Taylor can come and the guys obviously,” I throw that in to twist her arm. She still remains silent, but I can tell she is thinking about it.

  I lean in close to her and whisper in her ear, “I dare you.”

  The tension releases from her shoulders and I know I have her.

  “Okay.”

  One word has never settled me as much as this one.

  Chapter 31

  ELLE

  Okay?

  Okay?

  Why the fuck did I say okay? I don’t know what happened, whether it was the drinks I kept throwing back or the fact I almost blacked out letting Marcus give me my first ever orgasm. Either way now I am standing awkwardly in his kitchen with Taylor and the guys.

  Bless Taylor for being the queen that she is because she hasn’t stopped talking for the last ten minutes, saving us all from the most awkward silence I had ever encountered. Marcus is standing right by my side and his bare forearm is touching mine causing me to hold back a shiver. All I can think about is what happened in the supply closet. Like seriously what the fuck was I thinking? I have worked so hard to keep the friendship door between us firmly closed and tonight I not only held it open but invited him in for fucking cake.

  Lincoln excuses himself to head up to the roof to get things set up, whatever that means. Marcus nudges my arm and I turn slightly to look up to him and he nods towards the hall that I remember leads to his room and leaves to head towards it. I look to Taylor and she just shrugs and strikes up a conversation with Jace, so I have no choice but to follow after him.