Rune released a roar that shook the shadows themselves. And then he came with one final brutal thrust, his hips shuddering violently as he spilled inside her.
A current of sensation rushed through her at once.
Alora’s back arched as electricity licked down her spine, her veins aglow with radiant heat.
An unseen tether pulled taut between them.
Magic poured from her in a breathless surge, light and shadow entwining as though it had always been meant to. The bond surged through her soul, and she gasped at the sudden intensity of it.
Rune’s breath caught, his power answering hers in a deferential wave that rippled through the bond, and the knowledge of it settled into her bones with quiet certainty.
When her fangs released him, a mark of bright lines threaded beneath the surface of his flesh in glimmers of gold. It thrummed, warm beneath her fingertips, then settled as though it had always belonged there.
Alora was anchored to him in a way that went beyond vows or crowns. Rune panted shakily, his eyes alight with his awe. His devotion. The weight of what she had done settling into them.
She had claimed him.
Then his mind wove into hers, a flood of memory and emotion Rune felt. Their souls no longer brushed, they merged.
They collapsed, tangled in the sheets and breathless. He didn’t pull out. Simply held her closer to his chest, their hearts wildly beating together.
You marked me, shadow darling. Now all will know I am irrevocably and eternally yours.
Alora’s lips curved faintly.I couldn’t help it. You truly do have an unforgettable cock.
She choked on a gasp when he thickened inside of her.
Fortunate for you,Rune rumbled.I have two of them.
She laughed and he kissed her like he’d never let her forget it.
That delicious length pulled out of her, making Alora pathetically whine in protest.
“Don’t worry, songbird. It’s not going anywhere,” Rune said roughly, mouth pressed against her ear.
Alora barely had time to breathe. One heartbeat, she was limp against the bed, still pulsing with the aftershocks, his seed spilling out of her, and the next Rune flipped her over onto the gold-stained sheets.
She yelped as he pressed her into the mattress, claws gripping her hips from behind. Shadows bound her wrists again, this time not to the wall but to the edges of the bed. The strands shimmered like silk and steel.
He gripped each curve of her ass in his clawed hands, nipping her flesh with soft bites and kisses down her spine. Seven help her, was he not finished? When she tried to wiggle away, his claws gripped her waist in place.
“The night is long,” he murmured against her pebbled flesh. “And I will not release you until dawn breaks, or until you beg me to.”
Heat washed through her core in delight. He lined himself up behind her, hot and impossibly hard.
And larger.
Her eyes widened as the ridges of his second length slid along her slit. “I thought you would only give one tonight.”
“Yes…” His voice was darker now, lower. The kind of voice a god used when punishment was overdue. “One at a time.”
Her insides tingled in anticipation.
She gasped when the tip tease her rear entrance.
Rune chuckled. “Not yet, little bird. You are certainly not ready for that.”
She clenched her teeth. “Cease your rambling and fuck me, Rune.”
