155. Rune
Rune
ONE WEEK LATER
“Wait here!” I set my phone on the table and rush out of the kitchen.
“What—”
“Just hold on. It’s Haruto.”
“He’s here?”
I laugh. “Just wait!”
Exiting the kitchen, I turn toward the front of our house.
We just got the keys a few days ago, but I’ve already memorized the layout.
Vameer found the property. It’s an old hobby farm near the edge of Hemlock Hills. With lots of land, beautiful gardens that will bloom in the spring, and a small cluster of mature apple trees.
The house itself is nice. Large rooms with tall ceilings. But every doorway is too short for Vameer. So maybe we’ll remodel. Maybe we’ll build. There’s no rush to decide.
I’m just pulling open the door when a portal appears at the bottom of the steps.
A reminder of why it’s good to be near town but not in town.
I smile, ready to say hi, but instead of Haruto, a giant eagle flies out.
And even though I’m a vampire now, I’m still just me. So I scream.
The eagle flaps his big wings as he sets a wrapped package on the porch. Then he screeches at me, turns around, and flies back through the portal.
Vameer is pressed against my back in time to see the portal close. “Did you just scream at that eagle?”
“Technically I screamed because of the eagle.” I bend and pick up the package. “I can’t help my startle reaction.”
Vameer smacks his palm against my ass. “We’ll do some training.”
I lift my brows as I face him. “Train me not to startle?”
“You can teach your body to have different responses.” He steps back for me to head inside first. “For instance, instead of screaming, you could throw gravito.”
I snort. “Pretty sure throwing my power at a shifter would be way more offensive than screaming. The last thing I want is all the eagles calling me a bully.”
Vameer makes a sound of disagreement as he follows me back through the kitchen to the breakfast nook. My favorite part of the house.
“Anyway.” I set the package down. “I had Haruto help me with something. But this package is way too big for that.”
I pull the string tied around the parcel and peel the top layer of paper back.
A thick envelope sits on top of another layer of wrapping.
I turn to Vameer. “Hold out your hand.”
He tilts his head, but he lifts his big hand.
I gently press my fang against my lower lip, not piercing the skin, but helping me to keep my heartbeat steady.
Why am I suddenly nervous?
“I want it,” Vameer rumbles.
My lips tug into a smile. “You don’t even know what it is.”
He opens and closes his fingers. “Mon Coeur, gimme.”
I sigh, exhaling my unwarranted nerves. “I love you.”
Vameer bends and kisses my forehead. “Good.” He straightens. “Now give me my present.”
I laugh. “You didn’t even know you were getting anything.” I reach into the envelope. “Close your eyes.”
Vameer does. I pull the bracelet out and set it on his palm.
He doesn’t wait, just opens his eyes. And his purr is instant and loud.
I let out a squeak of surprise.
Vameer grins at me as he lifts the bracelet to the light. “Better than a scream.”
“Better than me blasting you with gravito.” I step into his side, needing to press my body against his purr. “I take it you like it?”
“Love.” Vameer twists it. And we both watch how the morning sun reflects off the glaze.
“I made it.”
Vameer’s gaze snaps down to mine. “You made this?”
I nod. “When we got the rest of my stuff out of my old apartment, I found my old box of pottery stuff I’d forgotten about.
And figured beads couldn’t be too hard to make.
” The heart shapes were actually shockingly hard to make, but the bright glazes make it look like the original plastic version.
“I asked Haruto if he knew of any fireproof string so you wouldn’t have to use your gravito all the time to protect it.
And he said if I got him the beads, he’d put them on special string that will never break. ”
Vameer slides it onto his wrist.
Unlike the original one, this bracelet is sized for Vameer. So the beads touch all the way around without any stretched-out sections.
He hugs me to his side as he holds his wrist up so we can both admire it.
I reach out and slide the pink bracelet off his thick wrist and onto my own.
Vameer’s purr softens. “Gracias. It is perfect.”
“You’re welcome.” I lean my head against his side. “We can make more if you want. I cracked a few of the first ones, but I’ve been working on baking the beads in my hands.”
“Fire Touch?” Vameer sounds impressed, making me smile.
“Yep.” My eyes catch on the rest of the delivery, and I point to the table. “I only asked for the bracelet help, so no idea what that is.”
“I don’t think that old weirdo would send something dangerous, but let me be the one to open it.” Vameer squeezes my shoulders, then steps to the package.
Looking down at the envelope still in my hand, I narrow my eyes. “He sent a note.”
“Does it say what the hells this is?”
I blink at the bright red somewhat shiny fabric Vameer has revealed.
“Uh…” I pull the notecard out and read. “Mr. Vadas, your brother, Mr. Vadas, mentioned that you need better clothes to get drunk in. Lady Vadas, you’re welcome.”
I lift my brows as I set the note down.
Vameer sighs. “I don’t need drinking clothes.”
“Course not. You can just drink naked.”
My mate narrows his eyes at me. “I had drawers on.”
“Uh-huh.” I nod to the table. “Maybe it’s a stack of shiny drawers.”
“Wouldn’t surprise me,” Vameer grumbles.
Then he lifts the fabric, and it unfolds. Showing that it’s all one piece. “What is this supposed to be?”
My grin is instant. “Oh my gods. Put that on.”
He looks at me. “How?”
I take it from his hands and turn it, so I’m holding the long-sleeved spandex-style jumpsuit by the shoulders.
It’s an honest-to-gods shiny fire truck–red superhero costume.
Vameer pokes at the chest of the jumpsuit. “It looks like it’s made for someone tiny. Like you.”
As much as I enjoy my massive mate calling me tiny, I’m going to enjoy this more.
Grinning, I shift my hold and pull, showing how much the fabric stretches. “It’s gonna be snug.”
Vameer drags his tongue over his fang, and sweet baby gods, I need him to put this on.
“I don’t—”
“You have to.” My voice comes out a little breathy, and Vameer’s gaze locks on mine.
“Mate…” He takes a deep inhale.
I hold eye contact. “Put it on.”
“Show me how.”
“Strip.” I wiggle my brows.
“If I do that, we are both getting naked, and I’m putting nothing but you on.”
“Fine.” As amazing as that sounds, I need to make this happen. “Unless it’s hidden by magic or something, I don’t see any zippers. So… just step into the neck hole and pull it all the way up.”
I hold it out to Vameer.
He sighs as he takes it. “No peeking.”
Vameer goes into the next room, and it’s ridiculous how excited I am.
I hear him drop what he’s wearing. Followed by a series of grumbles and grunts.
I clasp my hands together. “You good?”
“It doesn’t fit.”
My shoulders sag. “Really? I would’ve thought Haruto would have the sizing right.”
“Yeah, well… I can’t get it over my shoulders.” Vameer steps through the doorway.
And my jaw unhinges.
He’s saying something. Tugging at parts of the suit. But my ears are buzzing with need for this man to fuck me.
“Rune?”
I keep my eyes on his body. “Sorry, I’m not listening.”
He puts his hands on his hips.
I nod. “Uh-huh. That’s perfect.”
“Perfect? I can’t get it on.”
He’s right.
It’s not on all the way.
The long sleeves hang down from his sides. And yes, that looks odd. But the rest of him… Good gods.
His shoulders and chest are bare.
Bright red material bunches around the narrowest part of his waist. And everything below, starting at his ankles… The fabric is painted on.
It’s so tight I can see every individual muscle as they fire in his thighs. And… the bulge.
He is not wearing his drawers under that.
He’s wearing nothing under that.
My hands itch to reach out and palm his length.
“Can we role-play?” I’m practically panting.
A sultry growl rolls out of Vameer. “Sí, Mate. We can play.”
He takes a step toward me.
I hold my hands up. “You’re gonna be the superhero. I’ll be the damsel in distress.”
His growl deepens, and he takes another step forward.
“I’ll jump off a building. You catch me. And—”
“Put on a dress.”
I blink and bring my gaze up to Vameer’s. “Huh?”
“Dress, my Little Human. Now.”
My knees wobble.
I’m not human anymore, but I love that he still calls me that.
And I don’t care if he’s being demanding right now. Whatever he’s thinking, I’m in.
Running out of the room, I jump down the hall and strip off everything as quick as I can. Then I pull on a pair of red panties and a low-cut dark green jersey dress.
I rush back into the empty kitchen.
My feet pause for only a moment, then I notice the breeze, warning me of the open front door.
I run to it.
Excitement, lust, and adrenaline twist in my belly as I hurry down the steps and onto the front yard.
He wouldn’t have left.
I know he’s here.
“Look out!” Vameer shouts, making his voice sound like someone else.
A red blur drags my attention up, and I spot him a split second before he drops to the ground and lifts me into his arms.
He presses his mouth to my ear. “I’ve got you, Miss.”
My heart thuds inside my chest as I hug his neck. “Thank the gods. What can I do to thank you?”
Vameer growls as he slides a hand lower and grips my ass. “Start by hanging on tight.”
I tighten my thighs around his hips. “Anything you say.”
His hand flexes. Then we shoot up. Straight up.
And up.
Five hundred feet. A thousand. Two. Three. Four.
The air around us chills.
Steam lifts off our exposed skin.
And as I exhale a cloud, Vameer presses his mouth to mine.
The cold air dances around us as heat builds between us.
I lick across his lips, and he opens.
Then he presses his tongue into my mouth.
I tangle one hand in his hair while reaching the other up and stroking his horn.
He groans.
The hand on my ass moves so it’s cupping my core from behind. And I roll my hips.
My panties are soaked.
I can feel it. I know he smells it.
I squeeze his horn, then let go and slide my hand down the front of his body. “Thank you for saving me. Can I… show you… how grateful I am?”
Gravito coats my skin. Holding me up, while Vameer moves his hands to the skirt of my dress. “You can show me by showing me how much of my dick your little pussy can take.”
“I’ll take it all,” I moan. “I promise.”
Vameer bunches my dress at my waist, then he shoves the front of his suit down and frees his dick.
Gripping himself in one hand, he presses the other to my back. “Pull your panties over and prove it to me.”
I grip the back of his neck and reach down with my other hand. And as I pull my panties over, I glance down.
And down.
Something hot and blunt presses against my entrance. “Relax, Miss. I won’t hurt you.”
My pussy clenches at the absolute hotness of this.
“I told you to relax,” he growls.
And like a puppet at his mercy, my head tips to the side and my muscles slacken.
He pushes the thick head of his cock inside me.
We both groan.
“That’s it.” His words are thick. “That’s how you say thank you.”
The gravito holding me up disappears, and Earth’s gravity tugs me onto his length. But only halfway.
His single hand on me is more than enough to keep me in place, but without his power pressing against me, this feels more dangerous.
More stimulating.
I let go of my panties and rub my clit.
His growl is different this time. Appreciation.
“Keep touching yourself.” His hands move to my hips. “Loosen up this slit for me.”
I gasp at his words. And he pulls me down more.
He was inside me last night. But every time feels like the first damn time.
“More,” I whisper as my fingers move faster. “I can take more.”
He brings his mouth to mine. “Promise?”
“Sí.”
He kisses me. Hard. Pushing me down another inch.
As we writhe together, the air around us becomes a cloud of steam as our heat builds in the cold.
I lightly drag my tongue over his fang, not breaking skin. And our heartbeat is running wild with anticipation.
“Don’t scream.”
I blink at him.
And he shoves me the rest of the way down his length.
I cry out.
And he bites my lip, his fangs sinking blissfully into my flesh.
My fingers are frantic against my slick bundle of nerves, and I feel impossibly full, like I always do.
He sucks on my lower lip as he tightens his hold on my hips.
Then he moves me.
He uses me.
He fucks me.
This superhero in the sky.
With his cock in my heat and his fangs in my flesh, my superhero fucks me exactly how I need it.
His hands slide from my hips to my ass, sneaking under my panties.
He squeezes. Grabs. Feels.
And when one of his thick fingers presses against my rear entrance, I lose the battle and succumb to my orgasm.
My head tips back.
His fangs slide free.
And as I pulse around him, he groans and pulses inside me.
It’s… Gods, it’s amazing.
Like every time.
Like every day.
When I start to twitch from overstimulation, I pull my hand out from between us.
A tendril of red gravito wraps around my wrist and pulls my hand to Vameer’s mouth.
His eyes meet mine as he sucks my fingers clean.
My pussy clenches, and he grunts.
When he releases my hand, I collapse against his chest.
He purrs. “Such a good Little Human.”
I smile, and our heartbeats slow back to normal as we catch our breath.
After a minute, Vameer starts to pull out, and his release drips out of me.
I squeak and tense my muscles. “Vameer!”
“What?” He squeezes my ass cheeks.
Legs spread around his big body, I do my best to clench as I shove my hand back down between us and pull my panties back into place. “I don’t know what’s below us.”
His brow furrows. “Below us?” Then they lift. “Ah.”
I press my lips together to keep from laughing.
I think we jumped straight up. But there’s a breeze.
I’ll need to research what altitude is required for mess to evaporate before it reaches the ground.
Undies in place, I relax against Vameer’s chest again, watching my exhales dance in the sky.
Vameer purrs. “Thank you for my bracelet.”
I smile at his sincerity. “You’re welcome.”
“I have a surprise for you too.”
“Oh?”
He hums. “But we need Dread. And I’m not wearing this.”