Chapter 8
RUNE
Finally. I’m not quite the caveman brute that people make me out to be, but if I didn’t make some headway with my fierce little witch soon, I was going to go feral.
That thought makes me think of Sebastian, and I shudder. We can’t have two of us going mad—that would be beyond dangerous.
“Make me yours, Viking,” she gasps, reaching between us to grab the outline of my steel cock where it threatens to tear through the confines of my jeans.
I groan and grind my hips into her palm. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say those words, my sweet, gorgeous Sun Witch.”
I move her hand off my cock and onto the button of my jeans while I shift her up and down my shaft. Her breath hitches, the thin nylon of her workout pants offering her no protection against what’s waiting for her.
She lets off a groan as I hit her sweet spot and spread my thighs. With a firm hold on her hips, I control her movement as our groins grind together in glorious friction that has both of us gasping.
“Tell me you’re mine.” The words tear out of my throat as the burn of my eyes flipping to vampire red takes hold. My fangs are descended, and I let her see the full effect of what she does to me. “Say it.”
She sucks in a breath but doesn’t falter. “You are mine and I’m yours.”
Fuck yes.
I grip the back of her neck and crush our mouths together. The kiss is possessive and bruising, but there’s nothing to be done about it. I’ve held back for so long, I’m possessed.
This is happening.
She’s finally fucking mine.
I lick into her mouth and swallow the cry of her desire as she opens up to me. She clings to me with as much desperation as I feel, her fingers digging into my arms as she crushes herself against my chest.
The ribbon that bound us thrums between us, as if it knows what’s coming next. My entire being vibrates with the rightness of it, every neuron of my being on fire with need.
My rhythm matches the steady thump of the bass that vibrates the walls of the club, quickly ramping up as my pleasure rises.
I need her now.
There’s no way I’ll make it back to our rooms at the Elysian. I’ll lose control and take her on the way. This couch is better. I don’t want our first time to be in the fucking tunnels.
Decision made, I tease at the hem of her top before pushing the fabric up, revealing her sports bra and the peaked nipples beneath.
Is it the cool air of the club against her bare skin or arousal that has her in such a state? She shrinks back and crosses her arms over her breasts, glancing around the club.
“Forget about them.” I grip her wrists and move her arms so they’re around my neck. She takes the hint and grips my hair, pulling until my scalp stings. “Yeah, that’s it. It’s just us here. No one cares what we do.”
And it’s true. Club Sanguine is about seizing whatever pleasures you desire. The other patrons aren’t paying us any attention.
I continue to kiss her, rubbing my thumbs over those tight peaks until she’s lost in my touch and relaxes against me once again. “Fuck. If your mouth tastes this good, I have a feeling your cream will bring me to my knees.”
Gripping her ribs, I raise her up and press my face into her cleavage. Drawing my tongue down the valley between her breasts, I taste the salt on her skin, her exertions during sparring, flavoring her to perfection. And, as amazing as she tastes, she smells even better.
Her skin carries the unmistakable spice of magic, mixed with the freshness of citrus and the earthy scent that is all her.
It’s fucking addictive.
With my face pressed against her sternum, I angle my mouth, catch her bra with my fang, and slice down, cutting the fabric keeping me from what I want.
My mouth is on her breast in the next moment, a growl ripping from me as I pluck at her nipple with my teeth.
“Rune!” Josie hisses, arching into the slight prick of pain that I quickly soothe with my tongue. When I do it again, I make a mental note that our little witch likes a pleasant ache that fades to pleasure.
Her chest is rising and falling with quick breaths and even though my eyes are glowing red, there is only a raw desire in her gaze as she swallows.
“More.”
“Are you sure?” My voice is deep and twisted with need, my fangs aching worse than I ever thought possible.
“Please.” She closes her eyes and tilts her neck back to give me access.
I couldn’t resist if I wanted to.
And I don’t want to.
In one racing heartbeat, my fangs are latched onto her throat. In the back of my mind, I wish I had the patience to make this sexy and romantic, but I’ve lost my hold on civility.
I crave her like nothing else and sink my teeth through the velvet film of her skin with a hunger that is born of desperation.
“Rune!” she gasps a breathy moan and I twist to lay her on the couch beneath me.
Warm, spicy blood floods my mouth, and the magic in her system fizzes on my tongue like the most decadent champagne. Her arousal and heightened adrenaline have her heart pumping fast and rush after rush of ambrosia fills my mouth and coats my throat.
The bond thrums louder now, insisting we fully accept one another. It pounds inside my chest, demanding to be fully realized. It’s a no-brainer for me. I’m never letting Josephine Dumont out of my sight. The question is, does she feel the same?
With my head spinning with the high of Josie’s blood, I slow my feeding and give her my full attention. I want this to be good for her.
No, it needs to be amazing for her.
Reaching down her body, I slide my hand into her workout pants and beneath the elastic of her panties. Her folds are soaked, and I thank Oden, Gaia, and whoever else had a hand in this for the gift that is my Sun Witch.
Hell yes, I accept her. I’m honored to have her and will spend every moment of my eternal life caring for her.
My chest grows warm, and the sensation spreads outward to my extremities. At the same time, a sweet, almost spicy scent of something like cinnamon and clove oozes from my skin.
Josie draws a deep breath and moans. Her body quakes in my arms, and as her orgasm takes hold, she buries her face in my chest.
I curl two fingers through her folds and then glide them inside her entrance. She arches into the intrusion, giving her pussy something to grab.
Fuck me.
As the spasms of her release grip and pulse, I wish it was me inside her. It will be. Next time. And the time after that. And the time after that…
A surge of intense magic envelopes the two of us as the unity bond solidifies. It’s incredible and unnerving all at once and leaves us both breathless and dazed.
Retracting my bite, I pass my tongue over my puncture holes and pay reverence to the gift I’ve been given. When I think I’ve got my emotions locked down enough not to do or say anything embarrassing, I ease back and meet her gaze.
Our eyes lock, and we share a moment of realization. It’s done. We’re connected now—wholly, irrevocably connected.
I lean down and brush my lips over hers in a gentle caress. “Damn, that was hotter than all nine hells combined.”
She laughs and I collapse onto the outside of the couch beside her, blocking all view of my beautifully spent Sun Witch. She passes a gentle hand over my denim-clad erection and sighs. “It couldn’t have been that hot if you didn’t come.”
I capture a swath of fuchsia hair and brush it away from her beautiful face. “I was more focused on you getting off. Trust me, that hits my top twenty list of sexy times.”
“Top twenty?” The pang of jealousy that flashes in her dark eyes is too fucking adorable.
I chuckle and lean over to kiss her cheek. “All right, top ten.”
“It’s fine. This ranks in my top twenty too. It’s not a hard hurdle to jump. In all my twenty-nine years, I’ve only had two long-term boyfriends, and one of those relationships was long distance. Not a lot of opportunities for chart-topping sex there.”
And thank Odin for that. If she had a bunch of men she loved before me, I would have to track them down and kill them for holding a sacred place in her memories. As it is, I plan on making up for wasted time.
“And challenge accepted, by the way.”
I quirk a brow. “Oh yeah? And what challenge is that?”
“I need to earn myself a spot in the top five…or better yet, I’ll aim for the number one position to ensure I leave a lasting impression.”
“Let the games begin.”
She smiles up at me and in this moment, I’m shocked at how easy it is to be with her. She’s relaxed, comfortable in my arms, and looking as blissed-out as I’ve ever seen her.
Maybe there’s something to this whole unity bond thing after all.
“When you’re up for a next time, I’m going to take you somewhere private, strip you naked, and spend hours with that sweet pussy of yours.”
She seems to consider that for a moment and then grins. “I’d like to straddle your hips and ride your cock, digging my nails into these fine muscles.”
I swallow, trying not to groan. If any more blood flows to my cock, I’m going to pass out. “It’s a date. Let’s make that happen very soon.”
“Sounds like a plan to me. Besides, I want to give you the chance to fulfill your promise.”
“Oh? And which promise is that?”
“You said you’d give me so much pleasure it would melt my brain.”
“Challenge accepted,” I say, repeating her words back to her.
We lay there for a bit, content with the connection between us and the afterglow of a fantastic first feeding.
Still, she had been worried what it might mean, so I place a hand on her heart and bring up the tough question. “What about you and Finn? How is your connection with him?”
She closes her eyes as if searching inside herself and then lets off a long sigh. “He’s still there. It’s more faint than usual, but that’s likely because I’m far away from him physically.”
I hope that’s the case.
I guess Finn was right. I shouldn’t be surprised—he usually is. We won’t know whose bond sticks until we all seal the deal.
Staring down at Josie utterly spent, I sink deeper into the cushions of the couch and shift a little pillow under my head.
I don’t want to think about Sebastian being anywhere near Josie. Honestly, I don’t want to think about anything at all. For once, my mind is blissfully quiet and I’m sticking a ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door.
“Wore you out good, did I?” she asks.
So good. “Feedings make us sleepy. Especially a feeding like that one.”
She snuggles into my side and closes her eyes. “I’m so tired I don’t think I can make it back to the hotel. If you want to go back, you’ll have to carry me the whole way.”
I hum in agreement, pulling her shirt down to cover her bare chest, preserving her privacy in the afterglow of our unity bond.
In no rush to get up and ruin the moment, I press a kiss to her forehead. “No worries, cher. I’ll watch over you while you sleep. Drift into unconsciousness knowing you’re safe in your mate’s arms.”