Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, his gaze raked over her body where she stood in front of him. His lethal sharp claws teased the thin chain draped along her waist. His other hand slipped down her torso and beneath the gold-lined edge of her thigh chain.
“You know I would never harm you, right?” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her hipbone. “I worship the ground you walk on.”
“Yes…” Alora panted as his tongue traced the glowing marking curling over her torso to her navel, maddeningly slow. Then he nipped her and she yelped.
He smiled against her skin, but his gaze burned bright and devastating. “What I am about to do to you may have you doubt otherwise.”
The warning sent her heart thrumming with thrill and anticipation.
“You come to me as a tantalizing gift wrapped in silver… and I am tempted to tear it off and feast on every inch I reveal.”
His claws retracted as his fingers trailed down and lightly teased her heated slit begging for his touch. He growled in delight to find her already wet and wanting. She whimpered when his long tongue wrapped around her nipple.
But I intend to take my time unveiling you slowly.
He slipped a long finger inside of her, drawing a sharp breath from her lips. Every stroke broke fire across her skin. He pulled her onto his lap, spreading her further for him as he slipped in another finger inside. She cried out at the fullness of it.
The scarlet in Rune’s gaze burned as he watched her ride his fingers, the chains gentling jingling with each roll of her hips.
Alora’s breath hitched when he dissolved in shadow, appearing behind her, his lips at her neck, shadows wrapping around her legs like restraints.
“Otherwise,” Rune continued, voice a little rougher, “I would miss the thrill of teasing youthroughit.”
He pushed her onto the bed, so she was on her hands and knees. He pulled up her hips, exposing her already wet core and a deep curse rumbled in his chest. She trembled, her heart galloping wildly as the shadows took hold of her wrists.
She shook as his clawed hand caressed her ass, then struck it sharply. She bit back a whimper.
“Your taste has damned me from the moment I savored you,” he snarled, every word vibrating. “And I can no longer resist this maddening craving.”
He slid the lace undergarments aside, dragging the delicate strands across her folds so excruciatingly slow she whimpered. Her face flamed as he spread her open without apology and she convulsed at the first stroke of his forked tongue.
She moaned with every torturous caress, trembling when his shadows joined, touching her everywhere she throbbed. They worked in tandem with his mouth and her orgasm quickly climbed.
This will not end quickly, Alora.I will no longer be satisfied with only a taste. I intend to consume you fully all night.
But his touch slipped away, much to her disappointment. Shadows slithered up Alora’s wrists like living silk, fastening her hands above her head. She gasped when they lifted her, leaving her toes balancing on the edge of the bed.
Rune sat beneath her, his claws dragging fire down the backs of her thighs as he looked up, fangs glinting, hunger etched into every sharp line of his face.
She shivered, but not in fear. No, never with him watching her like that.
With one hand, he guided her leg over his shoulder. With the other, he palmed her inner thigh, holding her steady as he dipped his head and finally feasted on her through the fragile line of bejeweled lace.
She cried out, shrill and desperate. Her arousal spilled down her thighs and Rune groaned low in response, like he’d found salvation in the softness of her heat. He pressed harder, long tongue dragging slow, sinful strokes through the barrier until it was soaked and useless.
And with a careful flick of his claw, the chains tore away in ribbons, jewels scattering everywhere.
I was never patient when it came to you.
Then his mouth was on her fully. Hot, wet, and ravenous. His claws gripped her hips, holding her tightly, rocking her against his mouth like a starving man. And his shadows wereeverywhere. She writhed wildly, her fingers curled helplessly in the restraints, restraints tightening with every moan that fell from her lips.
“Rune—” she choked.
He growled against her, the vibration shooting straight through her spine.
“Rune—please?—”
That’s better.
