Alora placed her hands on his hips, and the hellfire in his gaze flared when her breath fanned over him. “My soul was yours a long time ago.”
Her soft lips closed over the head of his first cock, the heat of him radiating like living flame. A curse tore from him and his hips quivered beneath her hands. She had imagined this, wondered about it in stolen moments when she let her thoughtsslip toward wickedness—but imagining and daring to act were not the same.
When her tongue twirled over the tip, tasting him, a whimper caught in his throat. The sound flooded her with the shock of his pleasure, his disbelief that she would lower herself to worship the darkest part of him. His tail lashed across the floor as he panted.
And she understood then the power of it, to feel his body vibrate in her mouth and know it was because of her.
It should have embarrassed her, how clumsy she was at first. But his reactions silenced every doubt. Pleasure flickered across his face, the muscles in his abdomen flexing with every shudder of his hips. The great King of the Netherworld groaned her name as if his very essence bowed to her. And with every second, his loss of control slipped through the bond, something fierce bloomed hot inside of her.
At first, he tried to restrain himself, biting back the sounds tearing from his throat. But Rune was not made for silence. Soon his heated moans poured over her like molten gold, rough and broken.
“You wicked little thing.” His claws lightly scraped her nape, scattering goosebumps down her spine. “You undo me with the sweetest mouth…”
Each word sent a shiver through her core, sinking as deep into her skin. His shadows stroked between her legs, reaching every spot she ached. Alora moaned around him, and he cursed at the sensation, his breath ragged. He gripped the back of her head, thrusting into her mouth.
The bond hummed with his desire, his desperate need, his shame for craving such delicious depravity so much. It bled into his voice, until his words were a mix of filth and devotion.
There truly was no going back to the life she once lived.
Because the darkness called, and she had long answered.
“The sight of you like this makes me want to fill every part of you,” he growled. “From every fucking end.”
He was quivering on her tongue, teetering on the edge. Tail twitching at wildly. Alora reached out and ran her fingers slowly along the underside of it and Rune roared as he came.
His cock spasmed in her mouth, shuddering as thick warmth spilled down her throat.
The first taste of him pooled on her tongue. Warm, faintly sweet, edged with smoke and heat. Like honey heated over flame. Her eyes rolled closed savoring the taste as it bloomed into something intoxicating, sending a current straight through her core.
Alora looked up at him beneath her lashes, licking his essence from her lips.
Please do.
CHAPTER 61
Rune
The mountain inhaled with Rune, fire and shadow bearing witness as her permission settled heavy and irreversible in his blood. Something feral uncoiled inside him with a soundless snarl.
Alora had no idea what she had given him.
The thought burned as Rune watched her in the steaming water, the scent of minerals and oil thick in the air. Her soft words echoed through him like a command carved into bone. He took her chin, thumb stroking her swollen lips that had already finished him.
She looked up at him with those lustful eyes. Her skin was already flushed, already sensitive, already his. And any hesitation he might have held vanished.
Rune hauled her up, mouth crashing into hers. Alora’s arms locked around his neck as he took her hips, slowly grinding herself on his erection. Her core slid over him like soft silk, andhe was already feral at the thought of being that deep inside of her.
They were a tangle of wild breaths, lips, and clutching hands. His mouth nipped down her throat to her chest, twirling his tongue over her sensitive peaks. She moaned, head falling back.
The water sloshed around them with their frantic movements. Steam veiled the cavern, the chamber echoing her soft panting.
She rose on her knees, and he guided her over him as she sank onto his ridged length. He cursed at the tight feel of her soft warmth. Rune closed his eyes, jaw clenching. Seven Hells, she had a perfect cunt.
Immediately, her power merged with his, feeding the fire in his bones.
She truly was magnificent.
He slid his hands up the curve of her ass, fingers teasing against that second seam. Alora’s breath hitched, gripping his forearms as a helpless sound slipped from her throat. He was aching to sink into her with a feral need. But it took effort enough to fit himself into her as it was. That other sweet center might be more difficult.
