CHAPTER FOUR; DESIRE
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          HER FOOTFALLS FELL silently on the crunchy snow, and her stomach stirred as she looked back into the dark forest. It was like looking into oblivion, nothing but darkness. Dakota stumbled into a tree, nicking her cheek on the rough bark and tearing her skin open. Warm black blood oozed out of the wound, and her fingertips came up to feel the fresh wound.

"What, you think you could outrun me?" A voice called out to her, somewhere behind her but when her brown eyes darted behind her all she saw was darkness. "Silly little girl.."

Dirt dug deep under her fingernails as she gripped at the soil, bringing herself up off the ground and darted out in a sprint. She wasn't even sure what direction she was running in, all she knew is that she needed to get away, and fast.

"She brought me to you, you know?" The voice almost seemed like it was on top of her, but then again, everywhere she looked, she couldn't see anything. It didn't make sense. "A.L.I.E..." A menacing laugh filled her ears, and when her eyes returned in front of her, there was a figure standing in front of her.

Dakota froze in place, staring down at the womanly figure standing in front of her. "What do you want from me?" She asked.

Another laugh came from the lips of the unknown figure, and she started to walk around her. Dakota squinted her eyes to get a closer look at the women's face, but every time she would get close to figuring out who was following her, the light would shift.

"Don't you know?"

"I wouldn't be asking if i knew." Dakota answered her back, her eyes following the figure around as it circled her.

"I've come for justice," Her low reply came, and it was when the figure stopped in front of her. Dakota saw the glimmer of silver in the corner of her eye, and she bolted down, running beneath the figure's raised arm. Her hair got caught in the blow, slicing her hair right off.

"Justice? or vengeance?" Dakota's hand reached behind her, feeling her new short hair. The girl laughed, and turned slowly while her sword circled in her hand.

The women's sword swung for Dakota's torso and Dakota bent forwards, the sword cutting the fabric of her jacket. Dakota swung her foot out, hitting the girl in the shoulder causing her to fall to the ground, but only to have her grab hold of Dakota's boot and yanking on it, causing Dakota to fall onto her stomach.

"You wanted fear, and I will give it to you." The girl roared with fire and grabbed hold of her boot, dragging her across the dirt. Dakota's nails gripped onto the Earth, anything to stop her. "All the pain you made them suffer, the fear you made them feel. I'll make you choke on it." The light caught onto her sword, and the person in front of her got revealed.

Cold empty grey eyes stared back at her, but her face was cleared of any signs of a fight. The girl was mentally aged from a life of stress and devastation. Dakota's brown eyes bored back into the cold grey ones, and for a second there she almost seen the scream of help behind them until a sharp pain erupted from her stomach.

Dakota's mouth shot open, and her eyes looked down to find her other sword deep into her stomach. She slowly looked back up, seeing the women's lips curve upwards into a smile of savage cruelty. Black blood started rising up her throat as the sword unsheathed from her own body, only to be brought back in.

Then her eyes found light.

She shot up from the bed, gasping for air while her hands instantly went for her wounded bleeding stomach, only to find that there was no wound, and that she had a bad dream. The same dream, she thought.

Dakota swallowed breathlessly as she wiped away the fallen tears that escaped her eyes. She wiped off the sheen of cold swear from her forehead and turned her head to the side to see a sleeping Bellamy, his bare back towards her and she found herself smiling slightly at their night that was spent together.

She licked at her dry cracked lips and her eyes returned to the blankets that covered her bare legs. She sighed and racked her fingers through her hair before pulling her legs to the side of the bed.

"Love is a weakness," She remembered Lexa's words clearly in her head, like she was actually here saying it to her again. She turned her head again to see Bellamy turn his head, but he was still asleep.

She sniffed and turned back around, wiping her face with both of her hands as she leaned forward, putting her face into her hands. She made a mistake last night by doing this but god, did it feel so right but she knew she couldn't do this... not now..

"Hey.." She heard Bellamy's morning voice call behind her. "You alright?"

Dakota shook her head, "Yeah.. Just-" She paused and pursed her lips, not daring to look at his face behind her when she felt the bed shift as he moved to sit upright. "Bad dream.." She began to chew on her bottom lip as silence began to fill the room; neither of them knowing what to say to each other.

Bellamy ran a hand through his curls and his hand went out to touch one of the many scars that littered her back, but this one.. this one was recent. He felt Dakota suck in a breath as she felt his warm hands softly move across the small of her back, running over her scars of plenty.

"What are these?" Bellamy almost growled at her, things going through his mind about Dakota getting hurt and earning these.

"Kill marks.." Came out her soft reply and Bellamy shook his head. "Why.. why would you do this to yourself?"

"Because it's a Grounder tradition."

Bellamy's eyes darkened as his hand went further up her back, feeling the tiny welts under his fingertips. There were at least thirty tiny ones all on her lower back, that meant she had killed thirty people..

"You're not one of them," He informed her, and she scoffed knowing that of course he would say this. Perhaps, she wasn't born on the ground like the other Grounders, but she became one of them. She was one of them now, whether he liked it or not.

"I'm not going to fight with you on this.." She told him while picking up her pants off of the floor. "I have to leave.."

"You belong here, Dakota.." Bellamy grabbed her arm; stopping her from getting up from the bed. "No.. no, I don't." She countered, turning her head to finally look over at him. Their eyes locked together as Bellamy shuffled on the bed, coming closer towards her and Dakota cursed at herself at looking down when the blanket moved from Bellamy's torso; revealing more of his bare skin.

"I have a duty as Queen to my people..I need to get back." She told him as her eyes flickered back up to his troubled face. "I have a duty as Queen to my King, I have a duty to keep the Sky People safe, and I have a duty to keep Roan on the throne.. I can't stay here."

"Just.. please.." Bellamy looked into her brown eyes, and Dakota saw the flicker of lust appear in them as she turned her body to the side. Dakota swallowed again, and her eyes flickered up towards the ceiling before moving to straddle his bare waist, leaving her pants behind her.

She felt him inhale in the crook of her neck when she had come closer. The aroma of what felt like home to him clouded his senses, and for a minute there; he felt like this was a dream, having her sitting on top of him.

She let her head fall to the side, giving Bellamy more access to her neck while he sucked on the tender flesh. A soft sigh escaped her lips at the feeling he was giving her. His soft, delicateness was something he always did with her; he had never been rough with her, never. Dakota's body reacted impeccably to his gentle movements and they made her realize that she wanted this, she needed it.

She was acting selfish right now, thinking that this could be the last time they will spend together knowing that Azgeda was going to war, and she was one of those people going to be in the front line. She was placed Queen of a Clan who some didn't want her, and she knew there was a target placed on her back for the Grounders.

And now these frequent dreams that took over her mind as she slept. The same one returning, that had to mean something.. her death?

She pushed her thoughts to the side as Bellamy's lips slammed against hers in hunger and need. Both of them dying to feel this again, to feel the blistering fire erupt though them and the joy that being in his arms made her feel. He attentively held her face in his big hands, pressing against her mouth harder like he was afraid that she would pull away, and he would lose her again. Dakota kissed him back just as aggressively, and she let her left hand rest on his bare chest while her right steadily went up, and placed itself on the back of his neck- in his soft curls.

"Take me," Dakota instructed him breathlessly when she broke the kiss. Bellamy looked into her eyes as he swallowed and nodded, pulling her into him again, crashing his lips against hers again. His hands found their way to her back, and lifted her up, putting her back on the bed. Dakota trailed her hands down his chest as he pulled away and started pressing his lips on her neck, and then down the smooth skin of her stomach.

Dakota bit down on her bottom lip when the deep knot in her lower abdomen set her nerves on fire and she dragged her fingers through Bellamy's curls and he looked up at her; his face inches away from her core.

Dakota never thought that she would end up like this again after last night, truthfully, she was going to pick up her things and leave while he was asleep and then he would find her to be absent from the bed the next morning.

Dakota watched him as he examined every inch of her body, every scar and the new black ink that covered her shoulders and stopped down to her elbow. He moved closer, pressing his lips gently on hers. Their tongues met each other instantly, and she felt one of his hands squeeze her breast, and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Without warning, Bellamy lifted one of her legs and entered her. All of the heat that had swarmed her body went directly to the pit of her stomach. A tight ball of nerves and pent-up frustration was forming with each thrust, and Bellamy looked at her seductively while pushing in and out of her again and again.

His curls were brushing against her forehead and she reached up and pulled his face down to her lips to capture them. His laboured breaths fell into her mouth and lingered with her own. "Shit, Bell," Dakota groaned out as a particular thrust had him hitting the right spot dead-on, her nails digging into the tanned skin of his back, and a loud groan escaping his lips.

Dakota's hand painfully twisted itself in his curls as she felt her stomach tighten, and she was ready to explode at the feeling he gave her. Dakota bit down onto her lip harshly with an attempt to conceal the quiet screams that were threatening to make their way out. "I'm coming," Bellamy spat out harshly.

Bellamy's hands moved towards her hips and squeezed them slightly as Dakota's vision began to cloud over with stars and Bellamy's thrusts started getting sloppy. Her heart was slamming against her rip cage as Bellamy pulled her back into a kiss, moaning into her mouth as he came inside of her.

Dakota let out a final breath of release and looked up into the brown eyes that were already boring into hers. He crawled off of her, landing next to her as she laid out on her back; staring up at the ceiling, blinking. "I don't regret it.." She told him after a long moment of silence overtook them both.

Bellamy turned his head to look over at her and she felt him place soft kisses on her scarred shoulder. "I don't mean to hurt you, Bell.. but I'm a target and if they.." She didn't expect him to understand where she was coming from, but Bellamy understood completely.

If they saw the raw emotion that she had with him, he would have a target on his back, just to hurt her. "I know," He said while his arm started running across the black ink that curved around her shoulder.

a/n:

Ahh, the two sex scenes that mean so much to the story, you guys don't even know. I've said enough.

This chapter was a long time coming, and I'm sorry for the wait you guys. In all honesty, I've grown tired of writing for Reign, not that I don't have the ideas because I do. I just feel like i needed a break from writing. This chapter is a little on the short side, but the next few chapters will have ALOT of violence and some kick ass Dakota in them, which, I am beyond excited for.

I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, because the smut is a little weird for me to write, lmao. I don't know, I've been exploring writing it, and I hope you guys enjoy it.