Chapter Nine
Later that night, Rune texted to ask if I was still up for a visit. When I said I was, he said he was five minutes away. I looked down at my silk robe and shrugged. Why bother getting dressed if he was coming over for sex?
Meaningless sex. I had to keep that in my mind. I couldn't get attached. Not any more than I already was.
I went downstairs to meet him. Most businesses on my street didn't bother with extra security measures. They had cameras, and that was enough for them. But I had seen a few riots in my time, and I loved my home too much to leave it undefended. So in addition to cameras, I had steel panels that unfolded from the walls to cover the windows at night, and a recessed steel door to cover the main door of the gallery. With a backdoor to match, my place was as safe as a bank vault.
Uncertain if Rune was going to make it, I had locked up the gallery. With all the panels and doors in place, it was so dark that I was practically blind. I turned on the hallway light and went to unlock the security door. I swung the heavy door back into its recessed spot, and there was Rune, looking gorgeous and grim.
I unlocked the outer door and waved him in.
Rune stepped into the darkness, his scent—heavier on the musky man than cologne—wafting over me and his stare sliding down my robe. I locked up, including the steel door, and as I turned around, he grabbed me.
With a growl, Rune took me down to the hardwood floor. I gasped as he flung open my robe, then moaned as his mouth latched onto a breast. In seconds, I was writhing beneath him, lifting my hips to grind my sex over the bulge in his pants. Brutal sounds came from him—grunts, growls, and snarls. He nipped his way up my throat, then took my mouth.
Naked on a puddle of silk, I had never felt more beautiful and desirable. Rune was voracious, slashing at my tongue before gnawing at my throat again. Yes, gnawing. He took chunks of my flesh into his mouth to massage between his teeth. Then he was onto my shoulders. Kissing and biting as I pulled his T-shirt up. He growled when I got it to his head, annoyed to have to pause so I could take it off him.
That's when I saw his eyes.
Lust. Pure lust lived there. But not just any sort of lust. This was base, animal need. There were no thoughts in Rune's head beyond mating. Surprisingly, I liked that. It made me feel even more powerful to have driven him into such a state. Had he been thinking about me all day? Contemplating ways to take me even as he collected wayward spirits? Whatever had driven him into such a state had clearly been centered around me. This made up for his careless comment about the sex being meaningless. This was wild, yes. Carnal, absolutely. But far from meaningless.
Then he noticed that I wasn't wearing any panties.
With another growl, Rune dove. His hands lifted my legs then propped them on his palms. He pushed back, curling me in on myself and bringing my sex to his open mouth. I watched as his tongue slipped out and lapped at me. Slowly. He dragged it up, through me, then pushed against my bud. Ground, then sucked. Those startling eyes closed in bliss.
Another slow lick. Rune opened his eyes. Light from the hallway slashed over them and set them to glowing. I couldn't look away, even as he bent for another lick. Long, slow licks with a flick at the top. Lick and flick. Lick and flick. I shuddered and clawed at the floor.
Then his tongue slid into me.
“Fuck!” I screeched.
Rune pumped that wet muscle into me three times. Just three. Then he sucked at my clit. Sucked and twirled his tongue around it. All while watching me. It was too much. My thighs clenched. My nipples went diamond-hard. Pleasure was everywhere. And then it exploded.
“Rune!” I shouted as I came.
As if his name were a call to arms, Rune shot up onto his knees. I had a second to see that his fly was open and his cock out before it slammed into me. The metal of his zipper hit my flesh, but I didn't care. I grabbed my knees and pulled them back.
“Give me everything you've got, hound!” I snarled. “Don't you dare hold back.”
Rune snarled back, a true snarl, and shoved his jeans down with one hand. His belly clenched and rolled as he bucked into me, that hard shaft feeling enormous with its almost violent entry. Every thrust had him slapping my clit with his groin, sending a thumping pleasure through me. Working me past one orgasm and into another. Slam! Slam! Slam! Like heartbeats, ecstasy pulsed through me with every hit.
And through it all, Rune held me pinned with his molten stare and strong hands. He didn't speak, but with him looking at me like that, words were unnecessary. His eyes said, “I need you.” They said, “There is no one who can satisfy me as you can.” They said, “Mine!”
I shrieked again, unable to hold back another orgasm. Between his stare and his unrelenting pounding, drawing things out was impossible.
For both of us.
With one last thrust, Rune locked up against me and flooded my channel. He cried out, the sound part howl, part roar, and all man. I could feel his cock kicking inside me. Pulsing through his pleasure. And then he fell forward, onto his forearms.
After resting his head for a second on my breast, he lifted it and met my stare. “I'm going to take you in every way that a man can take a woman. And then I'm going to do it all over again.”
I practically purred my response, “Yes, you are.”