Chapter 40 #2
He was hard, and I felt all his length as my body moved against him slowly. His hands on my hips intensified each new thrust more, and we were lost in each other’s mouths for a long time like that. It was exactly what I’d needed, but now I wanted more.
So did Rune.
With me in his arms still, he stood up and walked slowly, away from the windows, toward the bed that didn’t seem as intimidating or cold or dark anymore. He lightened up every dark corner of my life, inside and out, and I wanted to show him tonight exactly how much I appreciated it.
I was already unbuttoning the brown shirt he had on when he put me down, smoothed my hair behind my back as he analyzed my face, and I was focused on the buttons. They were tiny and my hands were shaking with arousal, and I couldn’t get them to move fast enough.
Rune kissed my face gently just like I did his, and when I finally reached for the zipper of his pants, he squeezed my face between his hands and released a sigh.
“You undo me every time,” he breathed against my cheek. I had yet to find anything that thrilled me more than the idea of doing this to him. Pleasing him. Being for him what he was for me.
“Then let me,” I whispered, and pushed his shirt to the sides to reveal his smooth chest, all those perfect curves and edges that made him.
I kissed my way down his neck and to his pecs, and every time he released his breath with a hiss, it turned me on even more.
I fell to my knees in front of him and I was salivating by the time I pushed his pants and underwear down.
Nothing in the world turned me on like the sight of his cock, hard and smooth and so perfectly pink I doubted I’d ever get enough of him.
Taking my time was no longer possible—I was hungry for him and I took him in my mouth all at once until the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat.
Again—who needs air?
I certainly didn’t. Just his hands in my hair and his cock in my mouth and his soft moans every time he went so deep inside me I gagged were enough.
The way he said my name, the way his thrusts became more desperate by the second, the way he fucked my mouth like he both thought I was the most fragile thing he’d ever known and like he wanted to use and abuse me thoroughly before he was done.
Then he grabbed the hair on the top of my head so hard my scalp was on fire, and he stopped me for a second. Brought his other hand under my chin as I moaned in complaint.
“Eyes up, wilding,” he said, and I had tears in my eyes—because who really needed to see?
—but I blinked them away and I obeyed him like it was my life’s mission.
“Good girl,” Rune growled, digging his fingers, pulling my hair harder before he thrust himself deep inside my mouth again. “Swallow every last drop.”
That, too, was an order I planned to obey—eagerly. The taste of his cum was everything, and now that he’d taken over, that he fucked my mouth like he really meant to break me open, it didn’t take long.
I was full of him, of his moans and his need and his cum now, too, so when he grabbed me by the arms and pulled me up, threw me on the bed like a fucking savage, all I could do was smile. Lick my lips. Wait for what I knew was coming.
Not sure which side of the bed we were lying on, but Rune climbed after me, pushed my legs to the sides and came closer, the orange light from the fireplace on the side of his naked body like fucking magic melted on his skin.
My eyes were so damn hungry for him, but Rune was done giving me time and being gentle, it seemed, because the yellow shirt I had on?
He grabbed it and tore it off me in one movement.
Buttons everywhere. His hands were on me, and the pants followed my shirt soon after, and the sound of my panties being ripped apart made me scream out in pure ecstasy.
Something about his impatience to get me naked. Something about him ripping my clothes off and digging his fingers into my skin. If I wasn’t dripping already, even before he lowered himself and took a nipple in his mouth, sucked on it gently.
“My turn,” he whispered, then moved to the next, and down lower to my stomach. My hands were in his hair and I was pushing his head down instinctively, burning between my legs.
He looked up at me with that mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling, alive like he had fireworks going off in his veins.
“Me coming in your mouth comes second to only one thing. You know what that is?” he whispered, and as I watched, he stuck his tongue out and licked down below my belly button, and all the way to my pelvis.
My answer was a desperate cry as my hips shot up to meet his lips.
For a split second he paused, his mouth right over my clit, and he looked like the fucking devil as he stared up at me like that…
“You coming in my mouth, Wildcat.” And he dove in.
Pretty sure my soul left my body at least four times in the next hour, and the best I could do was scream out his name with every fiber in me, until I ran out of energy all the way.
The sunlight filtered beautifully through the clouds at sunrise. We’d slept for a while, but I’d woken up while it was dark still, and Rune had followed me to the windows soon after.
My body melted onto his when he wrapped his arms around me from behind and pulled me back. I rested my head on his shoulder and let him trail kisses all over my cheek and temple while he rocked us slightly to the sides.
Through half open eyes, I looked at the sunlight still, as it grew stronger, brighter, chased away the few clouds that had gathered as if to welcome the sun.
Their time was up.
Now, so was mine.
“I don’t want to go.” Five words that were truer than most things I’d said in my whole life.
I didn’t want to go, to leave this place at all. Rune’s arms. His company.
A kiss on my temple, and he pulled me to his chest harder, wrapped his arms around me tighter. “I know.” And he also knew that I had to, just like I did.
“It’s almost over,” I whispered, stunning my own self every time the thought crossed my mind. “You’re king, and Hil is in his place, too. So is Lyall.” No matter how big of an asshole he was. “Now it’s just…me.”
“It is,” Rune said, resting his cheek against mine as we stared out at the sun turning the sky a deeper shade of blue with every passing second. “Soon everything will fall into place.”
My eyes closed. It felt like I was being stabbed in the chest over and over again. “How can you say that? You’re king and I will be queen, if that even works—and Maera told me, Rune. Maera told me that we could never be together.”
A kiss on my temple again. “Did she now.” It wasn’t even a question.
I leaned back as far as he’d let me, which wasn’t much, really—and I absolutely adored that—but I had to look into his eyes. They were all shades of indigo, with those silver circles all around his pupils that really did look like maps to me now. My maps. My way home.
God, he was so beautiful under fresh sunlight like that, that I had to take a moment to look at him, touch his soft cheek.
“Sunlight looks good on you.” Maybe just as good as darkness.
“You look good on me,” he said with a grin, turning to kiss my fingertips. “You’re my sunlight, wilding.”
“So why aren’t you worried?” Because he obviously wasn’t.
“I’m never worried when you’re safe,” he told me. “And you shouldn’t be, either.”
I closed my eyes, pushed his arms off me and moved. I just needed to move. “So we’re just…what, we’re going to break up now? Is that it?”
Within a second, he was in front of me again, his hand around my chin, his eyes darker than they were just a moment ago.
“Just so we’re clear, now and until the end of time—that is not an option,” he said, his voice dangerously low, caressing my ears, soothing the pain in my chest. “It’s not a possibility. Do you understand me?”
Fuck, yeah, I understood. “Yes,” I breathed with barely any voice.
His lips sealed mine for a hot minute. “Good. Now, I want you to stop worrying. Can you do that?” My mouth opened. “For me?” he added.
Unfair.
“I want to. Just tell me how.” I held onto his arm and rose on my tiptoes, brought my lips in front of his. Everything was easier when our lips almost touched.
“We’ll figure it out.” He moved suddenly, put his arms under my body and pulled me up within the second. My hands locked around his neck as he brought me closer until we were face to face again. “Whatever it is we’ll need to do, we’ll do it. It will be easy, I promise.”
He promised.
“Easy.” It seemed impossible to me.
“Easy,” Rune repeated with a smile, then kissed the tip of my nose. “Sleep with me for a little while, Wildcat. The day has barely started.”
He took us to the bed again, that monstrous thing that felt exactly the right size when he was with me.
“Yes, Mr. Moody,” I muttered, eyes closed, my arms wrapped around his neck when he lay me down on the pillow so that he knew he wasn’t allowed to let go of me for even a second, but had to hop onto the bed on top of me right now.
His mouth was near my ear when he chuckled, then let go of the weight of his whole body over mine. “Good girl.”
I melted in his arms all over again.