45. Vameer
Vameer
Rune goes slack as my cock pulses for the final time. And I collapse forward, catching my weight on my elbows.
I have to blink to clear my vision. And I watch a single tear roll down her temple.
Ducking my head, I lick it off her skin.
Charred apples coat my tongue. But it’s a part of my mate. So I relish in the taste.
Gods, she’s so pretty.
My mouth pulls into a satisfied smirk.
Pretty and naked.
Still buried inside her, I look down at her wonderful little body.
She’s soft. Smooth. Has the perfect amount of thickness to make up for her small human size.
I want to pull her nipple into my mouth.
I want to spend the rest of the night, and tomorrow, suckling on her breasts.
But I don’t want to wake her.
And we have eternity ahead of us. Plenty of time to touch her in every way I can imagine. And more.
My eyes trail up, catching on her lower lip.
On my blood stained there.
I’m tempted to lick that off as well. But I think I prefer the look of it there.
The look of my blood on her skin.
I swallow, reliving the taste of the liquid chocolate that flows through her veins.
If possible, she tasted even better than I remembered.
I lift some of my weight off her and lower my attention to where we’re still connected.
I swallow again.
I want to taste her there too.
I should wait for her to be awake for that. So she can enjoy it.
Since I am her first.
The scent of her arousal becomes too much to ignore, so I start to pull out.
I’ll just take a little taste.
I drag my length out an inch, and Rune’s brows furrow.
I push back in, and she relaxes.
I smile down at my mate.
Perfect girl.
Slowly, I slide my arms under Rune’s back, hugging her to me, then with the help of gravito, I roll us.
Her breathing stays even. Her body stays lax. And my dick stays hard.
Skin to skin, I stay buried inside her sweetness, with her legs on either side of me, and her cheek against my chest.
I stroke my hand over her hair and breathe in the feeling of home.
My throat aches as I think the word.
Nothing has felt like home in a long time. Not since my parents died.
Not since I let anger, rage, and violence consume me.
I find Rune’s hand at my side and twine our fingers together.
Just for a little while, I’ll lie here.
Even with the supercharged feeling of my mate’s blood flowing through me, my heartbeat slows, matching Rune’s as she slips deeper into sleep.
Two hours.
My eyes slide shut.
I force them open, working to keep my heart steady.
Last time, I said I would sleep for two weeks, maybe four. Then I slept for more than a hundred years.
Fear nips at me.
I can’t do that again.
Rune lets out a little snore against my chest.
My mate woke me. She would wake me again.
But still…
I keep my eyes open.
Two hours. Then I’ll go find Volik.
He’ll tell me how his mate turned. And I’ll be back before Rune steps outside.