He growled like a beast set free and thrust into her with one smooth stroke.
Alora’s cry was muffled by the bedding. Magic seared between them, easing the sting as he thrust. Her legs shook from the sheer pleasure of it. Those ridges caressed corners of her body she never thought she had. Her core gushed with her arousal and her walls clamped down on him, begging for more. Rune snarled in response, slamming harder, angling deeper.
This wasn’t slow nor sweet.
He was unleashed, deep, brutal, and relentless. The slap of skin and fluttering wings echoed in the chamber, her moans swallowed by the stone walls as Rune took her like a man driven into a frenzy.
Every thrust felt so excruciatingly good it had her crying, begging, whimpering, whining. He took a fist full of her hair at the base of her scalp and tugged her head back to lick her tears.
“You drive me to madness,” he rumbled, his chest pressed to her spine. “Do you know what you do to me? What it costs me not to tear you apart every time you look at me with those innocent eyes?”
Alora shivered, unable to answer. Her body was stretched and pulsing raw with pleasure.
Their mouths crashed in a demolishing kiss as he slammed into her.
“Your body has changed to fit only me,” Rune growled, grinding deep. “No other will ever satisfy you.”
Hooking his arm around her legs, Rune hauled her backward off the bed as he rose on his feet with her suspended in the air, his rigid cock still inside of her. Then to her utter astonishment, he began to grind her on him, up and down withdeep, languid strokes.
“Oh—” she gasped, nearly incoherent as he hit a spot inside of her that made her convulse. Her eyes rolled back. “Oh, gods?—”
“Do not call upon them when I am fucking you,” Rune snarled. His claws dug into her spread thighs hanging over his arms, fangs nipping her neck and shoulder. Not breaking skin, but enough to leave red streaks that would remind her later who had claimed her. “Do you see how deep I am inside of you?”
She panted, gasping at the bulge rhythmically pounding in her stomach.
“There is nothing holy about this, Alora.”
She moaned, holding onto one of his horns as she leaned back, all of her turning to liquid fire. Her body throbbed and the swell in her core seemed to impossiblygrow. The pressure was unbearable. Another climax was building, fierce and fast, coiling low in her belly.
He growled in her ear, “This sweet little cunt ismine.”
Then those fangs sank into her shoulder with a final brutal thrust and her vision went white.
Alora broke apart, body spasming around him as she screamed his name, coming harder than before. Rune’s growl ripped through the room as he spilled into her again, hips jerking with the force of it.
They collapsed in a tangled heap, her body trembling. She whimpered as he withdrew from her body, leaving her stretched and throbbing.
His arms wrapped around her as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. “No song is sweeter than the melody of your voice screaming my name,” he murmured, voice rough. “I wonder how many more times I can make you scream it tonight.”
Alora smiled through the haze, body spent, spirit drunk on him. She traced one of the glowing magma lines along his lengths with a slow finger and said, “Shall we make a wager, Your Majesty?”
The King of the Netherworld gave her a wicked grin. And for the first time since her magic had awakened…
Alora no longer felt cursed.
CHAPTER 59
Rune
The chamber was quiet, save for the faint crackle of embers in the hearth and the rhythmic thrum of the gentlest heartbeat. Alora lay beside him, half-draped in the tattered red sheets he had torn to shreds. Her back was bare, soft in the flickering light, her hair tangled across the pillow.
She looked undone.
And entirelyhis.
Though she never once begged him to stop aloud, he knew she was finished before dawn broke. Now she slept to recover all he had taken from her.
The markings on his skin glowed like paths of fire. Shadows hovered lazily around the bed, content for once. Sated after hours of taking her. He sensed the sunrise beyond the stone, yet it no longer burned through his marrow as it once had. If anything, he was left invigorated. As though his strength and power had not only improved but ascended.
