42. Rune
Rune
His tongue glides across my lower lip, and my nervous system short-circuits.
The last few days of unprecedented desire have nothing on this moment.
In this moment, I need him. I need Vameer’s touch, more than I need air.
I need my vampire.
Our kiss deepens.
My tongue finds his fang.
He tightens his hold on me, keeping my head still as I explore the sharp point.
It’s so sharp.
My gums throb.
I want to bite him.
My pussy throbs.
I want him naked.
This is the first time we’ve met. We’ve hardly spoken. But he feels like mine.
He says he’s mine.
“Vameer.” Our exhales collide as I pant against his lips. “I don’t—”
I’m clinging to him. Pulling on his robe. Desperate for more but unsure how to ask for it.
He places his hands on my cheeks and pulls back so we can look at each other. “Let me hear your voice.”
The weight in my chest amplifies.
“I… don’t know what I’m doing.” I drop his gaze with my admission.
“You are doing as the fates intended.” A thumb presses under my chin, and I lift my eyes back to his. “You will not regret me.”
His words feel like razor wire wrapped around my heart.
How could he ever think I’d regret him?
I don’t need his reassurance.
I shake my head as tears fill my eyes. “I could never.” The heat inside me fans hotter. “I need you.”
A contented purr reverberates out of Vameer as he stands back to his full height, lowering his hands to his sides.
My body rocks forward, my chest straining to stay close to his.
“I am a warrior.” Vameer says it like a warning. And as I trace the size of him, I believe him. “I am disciplined.” My eyes finally notice the sword at his side. The one from the cave. “I will control myself.”
I press my thighs together. “W-why do you have to control yourself?”
“Because you are so small.”
I focus on his large hands as his fingers unclench from fists.
My voice is an exhale. “Only because you are so big.”
He lets out a low sound.
Then I notice what’s wrapped around his waist.
I reach for it. “Why…” My fingers touch the thick metal, and I jerk my eyes up to Vameer’s. “Did someone do this to you?”
He shakes his head. “No one harmed me.” Then he reaches down, grips a link in the thick chain, and… breaks it.
Snaps it and bends it open, with his hands, like it was made from wet clay, not steel.
He pulls the chain from his body and releases it.
I watch it, and the sword, hover for a moment, before slowly lowering to the floor beside us.
Then his robe parts.
And my knees go weak.
“Sweet gods.”
Vameer shrugs his robe off and drops it on top of the chain.
My breath tangles in my lungs.
He’s… massive.
His muscles are… I didn’t know a body could have that many muscles.
He’s magnificent.
The ideal image of strength. And I want to memorize every amazing inch of him.
The sword at his feet. The body chiseled from marble. The long hair. The hard features.
Starting at the top of his right shoulder, carving down his arm to his elbow, is a long scar. It’s jagged. Wide.
Marked with the evidence of pain, there is no denying that the vampire before me is a warrior.
He’s—
Lust pebbles my skin.
He’s hard.
And…
I press my lips together.
He’s wearing basketball shorts like they’re painted-on boxer briefs. And there is nowhere for Vameer to hide the giant dick trying to escape the fraying fabric.
Our heartbeat is fast. Racing. But mine tries to go even faster.
He steps closer. “I will control myself.”
“I won’t,” I breathe the confession.
Vameer smirks as he grabs the hem of my shirt.
I lift my arms, and he pulls it off.
The shirt is tossed aside, and Vameer’s purr fills the room.
I’m wearing nothing beneath.
“Perfection.” Big hands gently grip my sides. “My Rune.” His words send a shiver across my skin.
His hands move down.
When his fingers hook into the band of my shorts, I press my hands to his bare chest.
He stops moving. “Do you want me to slow down?”
I shake my head, my center already dripping with readiness.
“Let me hear your voice.” He pulls my shorts down an inch. “I have waited centuries.”
His fingers hook into the top of my panties, and he pulls them, and my shorts, down another inch.
I swallow. “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.”
Vameer closes his eyes.
He looks still. But I feel a rumble in the floor as the room flares with the sharp scent of ozone.
And I swear I can feel possession in our beating hearts.
“That was my first kiss,” I confess quietly.
He opens his eyes. “I will be your only.”
I nod.
And he rips the material from my body.
I gasp as he lifts me, then drops me onto the bed.
Another rip of fabric fills the room. Then Vameer is standing at the foot of the bed. Naked.
I push up onto my elbows.
There is no room for self-consciousness. Not when I’m eye level with his gigantic cock.
My lips part as I try to comprehend the size of him.
Vameer grips his length with one hand and shoves my legs apart with the other.
My hips roll. My body desperate for touch. For him.
But …
“Vameer, I…” He keeps a palm on my inner thigh, holding me open, as he climbs on the bed.
The room behind Vameer blurs.
I can’t focus on anything but him.
He kneels between my legs, looking down at me looking up at him. And he runs his hand up my inner thigh.
I wet my lips. “I want you so bad.”
Vameer growls and starts to lean forward.
I shift onto one elbow so I can reach a hand up.
Vameer stops when it presses against his chest.
“I want you. I feel like I’ll combust if I don’t have you. But…” This feels so stupid to say. But I have to say it anyway. “You’re too big.”
His chest rumbles. Then he leans forward against my touch.
I drop onto my back, lifting my other hand to his chest, next to the first. “Vameer.”
The purring continues against my palms.
Vameer releases his hold on his cock, and it slaps down against my bare pussy.
We both groan as his hands press into the mattress on either side of my head.
Vameer lowers some of his weight onto me. “So wet for me.”
A sound of need leaves me as I tilt my hips. “I have been. Since the cave.”
He moans as he pulls his hips back, and the hot tip of his cock nudges against my entrance.
“I want to do everything to you, Little Human.” Vameer leans his chest closer to mine.
“I want to taste every inch of you.” I slide my hands up his chest and curl them over his shoulders.
“But right now, I need to be inside you.” He pushes his hips forward, and pressure builds in my core as I stretch around his tip.
“And Rune?” I meet his gaze. “It’s going to fit. ”
He presses in an inch.
I struggle for breath, clawing at his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, even as my entrance clenches tight around him.
It doesn’t feel like it’s going to fit.
Vameer’s exhale sounds like a hiss. “Relax.”
“I-I’m trying. But it’s too—”
A loud purr turns my words into a moan.
His cock vibrates with the rest of him.
“It will fit.” Vameer’s lips brush mine. “Because our bodies were made to fit.”
He pushes in another inch. And another. And… gods, I don’t know how it’s possible to take so much.
My muscles tense around him.
It’s too thick. Too long.
But I need all of him.
My insides warm. Like his cock is heating me from the inside.
Like my insides are heating to mold around the shape of him.
He pulls out. Just a little.
I whimper.
“Relax.”
“I can’t,” I choke out.
I feel almost drunk. Like I’m on the verge of blacking out.
And it doesn’t hurt. Nothing about this hurts. But I can’t drop the fear of pain long enough to let him in.
“Do you want my help?”
I nod, looking into his eyes. “Please.”
“My perfect Rune.” His lids lower. “I will not hurt you. But I will fill you.”
Then he growls. Loud and low.
My head turns to the side.
My legs drop open.
I relax.
And Vameer shoves his entire length inside me.
My pussy stretches.
My insides move.
He’s the perfect fit.
Emotion overtakes me, and I wrap my arms around Vameer’s neck as he pants against my temple.
Then he moves.
His hips pull back. Slam forward.
He thrusts in and out.
My hands touch as much of him as they can.
And when I cry his name, he crashes his mouth to mine.