She hooked her other leg on his shoulder again, leaving her completely open to him. Her core throbbed beneath his ragged breaths.
“Feed,” Alora commanded. “Drink as much as you desire.”
Rune snarled.
In the next blink, he had her flat on the bed. His mouth descended on her with a fervor that stole the air from her lungs. She was lost to every sinful onslaught on her body, hips writhing with equal frenzy.
Then his tongue plungeddeepinto her core.
The sensation left her nearly sobbing as she came again.
She held onto his horns as he practically lifted her off the bed, drinking in her arousal as if it would never be enough. He held her so tight, his claws nearly broke the skin. The sting heightened everything.
Another orgasm was quickly climbing, but Rune’s mouth drew away before it could fully surface.
His fangs flashed in the dark. The shadows flipped her over and around and next thing she knew, she knelt on the edge of the bed with Rune seated beneath her. Dragon scales coated hischeekbones, sharpening his features, the slitted pupils blown so wide his eyes were nearly black.
Take your pleasure, Alora.His claws lightly grazed her thighs.Ride me into oblivion. I want your sweet nectar spilling down my throat.
Then he made her sit.
A moan dragged from her throat, hips spasming against his mouth. She took hold of his horns, spreading her legs wide as his forked tongue slid through her folds, flicking her throbbing bud. The sensation was the one thing anchoring her in a world where all else had gone molten.
She could feel the sharp edge of his control, the untamed brutal hunger burning in his crimson eyes as she rode his face.
Sweat coated her skin. Everything was wet. The lewd sounds of their bodies meeting, his hungry groans.
Pleasure surged through her body like a rising tide when he thrust his tongue into her. Stars burst behind her eyes. Her moans grew louder, more frantic, everything unraveling as he brought her closer to the brink.
Alora gasped his name, not even knowing what she begged for. He growled in answer, tongue thrusting faster, deeper. Her body burned as his fangs grazed her sensitive flesh.
Come for me,Alora, he snarled in her mind.Let me drink in your wonder.
Then Rune bit into her thigh.
And she was done.
Alora’s head fell back, mouth open in a cry as pleasure rocked through her like wildfire as she came. The sounds Rune made as he hungrily devoured everything she gave was pure animalistic and it sprouted goosebumps all her body.
Everything shifted.
His markings flickered red, scales blooming beneath her thighs like dark blossoms, sprouting across his shoulders andchest. His horns curled higher, darker, as if feeding on his desire. Wings snapped at his back.
but Rune tore away from her with a snarl and shadows swarmed the room, darkening her vision. She fell back, startled and confused, her legs weak and still trembling.
She wanted to see him but he backed away into the dark room where the moonlight didn’t reach. His shoulders heaved with low ragged breaths, long claws at his hands, markings flickering on his skin like currents of lava. She couldn’t see anything but those burning eyes and the shape of his horns.
She took a step forward. “Rune?”
“Stay back,” he said raggedly.
She stared at him, startled and confused.
“That cannot happen again,” he rasped, voice wrecked and raw. “It’s safer.”
Her heart sank, the sting searing straight through her chest.
“For whom?” she demanded, her eyes widening. “Why won’t you speak to me? If it’s my magic you hunger for then take it! I don’t want it.”
