39. Vameer
Vameer
My vision swims.
Shut inside Rune’s home… the scent of her is overwhelming.
Intoxicating.
The entryway is too low. I have to stay hunched over to keep my head, and horns, away from the ceiling. But I don’t release her. I shift until I’m hugging her from behind, my arms wrapped all the way around her.
Then I lift my mate higher. Until my face is pressed into her neck.
She moans.
Her legs are dangling in the air.
Her hands are moving over my arms. Touching. Feeling.
I inhale against her skin.
Fingers tangle in my long hair, and I smile against her pulse.
Then her fingers move and grip the base of my horn.
My cock throbs.
Fire laces through my vertebrae, and I feel another tear form in my shorts.
I open my mouth, pressing the flat surface of my fangs against Rune’s heated skin.
She tugs on my horn. Pulling my head down. Like she’s trying to force my fangs into her throat.
It’s tempting. Nearly impossible to resist.
But I need to be buried inside her when I bite her. Because once her sangue floods my mouth… I will lose control.
So instead of biting, I stick my tongue out, and I lick up the length of Rune’s neck.