Chapter 34 #2
“A group of people who once tried to rise against the queen and the prince. They were thought to be eradicated years ago, but their symbol…”
He looked down and I knew exactly what he was thinking, the same reason why those two words had raised my flesh in goose bumps—the knife I just told him about that the woman had given to me before she ran.
“Let me guess. Their symbol is a crown broken in half,” I said—the tiny figure engraved on the side of the knife’s handle.
Rune nodded. “I’m going to look into that, too. Find the woman who gave it to you. ”
“How?” Because if I could talk to her, if I could just ask her why she wanted to attack me, and why she didn’t, why she gave me that knife instead…
“Through the ball service. If she’s Seelie, it will be easy to find her based on who made her dress.”
“I’m really not sure, Rune. I didn’t see her hair, just her mask. I don’t know—could have been a blonde or a brunette.” The detail had been completely lost to me, probably because of everything I’d felt.
“Hey, look at me.” Rune put his finger under my chin and raised my head. “I promised you that I will figure out a way around this whole madness, and I will.”
“I know.” I believed he would with my whole heart.
“Right now, I need you to sit tight and wait for me, okay? I can’t come see you as much as I’d like, but I’m always watching you, Wildcat.”
That made me feel a bit better right away. “What about the letter I wrote for my family?”
“On its way. Should be delivered by tomorrow,” Rune said.
“That’s good, that’s good.” At least Dad and the girls wouldn’t be worried about me. They’d believe that I was okay—I made sure of it in that letter.
And, yes, I did feel like shit for lying, but what other choice did I have?
Wish a sigh, I leaned closer to Rune. “It would still be nice if you could come to my room sometime. I have a big bed.”
The corner of his lips turned up. “This throne room will do just fine,” he said and kissed me.
I thought we were done when he fucked me on that dais. I thought there would be no more time for us to spend here together, but the sky was still dark beyond those colorful windows, and Rune deepened the kiss, sucked my tongue in his mouth violently, and the next moment, I was sitting on his lap.
“Rune,” I whispered, every inch of me on fire already as I slipped my hands underneath his unbuttoned shirt, traced the curves of his back and dug my nails in his skin.
His lips on my neck made me moan and scream and whisper all within the same minute, and it was incredible how he played my body like it was a damn instrument in his hands.
Rune growled when he sank his teeth in my skin and I moved against him, my legs on either side of his thighs.
“These sounds you make when you’re surrendering to me?
” He grabbed my face in his hands and held me in place, then kissed every inch of my face, licked my lips slowly.
“I want to memorize them with my mouth. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
” Kiss, kiss, kiss. “I don’t just want to fuck you. I want to own you completely.”
He already did, and I was going to tell him that when his tongue wasn’t in my mouth anymore, but Rune never gave me the chance. The moment he stopped kissing me, he said in that deep, raw whisper of his, “On your knees, wildling.”
Every thought in my head vanished into thin air. A smile spread my swollen lips. “Yes, daddy,” I breathed because I was at his fucking command.
Rune growled, eyes bloodshot while he watched me, and the way I moved wasn’t even funny. I was on my knees in a second, breathing heavily, so turned on by the idea alone that I almost begged him to move faster, to get up, to use me, own me just like he wanted.
A mischievous smile was on his lips as he took his time, got on his knees in front of me, then trailed my jawline with the tip of his tongue, and my lips, too. Meanwhile, my hands slid down his chest. He only wore his black boxers, and I swear I wasn’t even breathing until I touched him.
Rune pressed himself against me, eyes squeezed shut, shadows bursting out of his hands, and I wasn’t afraid of them in the least. It was comforting to feel them against my skin, especially when he grabbed my hair in a twist fit with one hand, and my chin in the other, and kissed the breath out of me while I jerked him off.
There was something about making a man like Rune lose control. When he growled and moaned and whispered my name, thrusting his hips faster, coming undone in my hands…
“Get up,” I said when he gave me the chance because he was getting lost to the sensation, but I needed him in my mouth, too. I’d been dreaming about it since forever.
Rune pushed himself back like he was just remembering that he had me on my knees in the middle of the throne room.
He didn’t hesitate, though. With another kiss on my lips, he stood up in front of me and watched me push down his boxer shorts all the way and take his hard cock in my hands again.
Fucking hell, I was drooling at the sight of him, pulsating between my legs with anticipation.
I took in every inch of him, memorized every little detail, the soft pink tip and the veins wrapped around the thickness of him. He was perfect in every way.
“Eyes on me,” Rune ordered when I licked my lips and went a little closer.
I looked up at him, and when our eyes locked, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it over his tip. So soft. So fucking delicious.
Rune growled deep in his throat, and his hand fisted my hair again as he watched me with those bloodshot eyes, held his breath while I pressed the tip of him to my closed lips, then slowly took him into my mouth—all the while keeping eye contact.
I didn’t stop until he touched the back of my throat.
Rune closed his eyes and his head fell back with a moan that spread like electricity onto my skin.
My God, I was so wet, shaking with need.
The taste of him, the feel of him sliding against my tongue, the sounds he made—it was perfection, and I was moving my hips in rhythm with my mouth as I went, taking him so deep I almost choked.
Rune loved the sound of that, and he held me there as he buried himself in me every few seconds.
My eyes were full of tears sliding down my cheeks, and the sight of them only made him move faster, hold my head in place as he fucked my mouth, then gave me room to set my own rhythm, too.
“Pull down those straps. Let me see you,” he said, his voice dark, thick with pleasure, and I didn’t hesitate.
I pushed the straps of my nightgown down my shoulders until my breasts were exposed for him to see.
It never felt awkward for a second—he made me want to be seen simply by how he reacted to the sight of me, how he moaned, how his movements quickened, became more desperate.
“Touch yourself, wildling. Touch yourself for me,” he said, and this time it wasn’t even an order—more a pleading—but I eagerly obeyed.
Something about touching myself, playing with my nipples while his cock slid in and out of my mouth, faster by the second, the tip of him touching my throat every other thrust. I was a shaking mess, crying out with him in my mouth, and Rune loved it.
Both his hands fisted my hair and my scalp was on fire, but I was burning worse between my legs.
Speaking was out of the question, but Rune could have been a mind reader because when he had enough of watching me playing with my boobs, he said, “Lower—go lower.” I cried out with him deep in my mouth, which then made him pull my hair harder. “Put your fingers inside yourself. Ride them for me.”
As you wish, I wanted to say, but my mouth was busy at the moment.
“I’m not going to stop until you’re full of me, wilding. Until there’s no trace of him left anywhere on you.”
My God, I had no idea why it turned me on so much when he spoke like that, but I was on fire.
As Rune watched, I pulled up the nightgown, my whole body shaking with pleasure.
I slipped my fingers underneath my wet panties and inside me without hesitation.
This might embarrass me tomorrow, but right now nothing mattered but us.
This pleasure. This connection that we shared that was more powerful than anything I could have ever imagined.
I gave myself to it completely, just like he did.
I didn’t last long, though. Rune was in my mouth, taking more control of me by the moment, pushing and pulling my head in whichever way he pleased, burying himself in my throat for seconds at a time until he heard me choking for air.
It was indeed the best kind of torture I’d ever endured, especially when my fingers were inside me, and I moved my hips on instinct, chasing the high, guided by his thrusts and his moans and his words of praise.
When I came, he was still in my mouth, and he held himself as I cried out, the sound coming out muffled.
My fingers were inside me and his cock was against my tongue, and it was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.
Whatever it was about this man that I adored so absolutely, I wanted to be on my knees for him every day for the rest of my life, and I’d never once get tired of it.
The high lasted a long time. Rune took over, used my mouth for a few more seconds until he let go, too.
His cum dripped down my throat, the taste of him better than anything in the world.
My knees hurt a little and my entire body was shaking, but by the time Rune stopped thrusting and pulled himself out of my mouth, I was already craving more.
My jaw was numb and my face wet with tears still, and when he kissed them, I knew I could do this for hours if we only had the time.
“That was…” Rune said, and his voice trailed off as he planted kisses all over my face.
He never found the right word to end that sentence.