Rune chuckled and took her chin, pressing his thumb to her lips. “Are you feeling good, my dangerous little flower?”
Her pink tongue darted out, sucking it into her mouth. His cocks twitched and it did not go unnoticed.
Alora gave him a lustful smile. She reached for the bottle and held his gaze as she poured the cool liquid over each one. Then those sweet pink slips closed over him again and his entire body shuddered with a low curse.
The world narrowed to their heart’s rhythm and the slow unraveling of his control. Every breath she drew sent an electrical current through him, every meeting against the back of her throat echoing straight through his spine.
Abyss take him. He was a slave to her splendor.
Intimacy so complete it stripped him of pretense and left him exposed in ways battle never had. His wings twitched, shadows flaring and recoiling, every nerve singing her name.
Then at his silent command, his shadow-self appeared and lowered between her knees, spreading them open. Alora gasped around his length, the sensation nearly making him spill. She met his glowing gaze. He said nothing but she understood what he wanted.
Rune turned up her chin, making her dazed eyes meet his.
Take a seat, songbird.
Holding his gaze, her hips lowered. At the first stroke of that smoke tongue, her body bucked and her whimper was muffled with his shallow trust into her mouth. Her fingers dug into his thighs to brace herself, lips trembling around him as the shadows pleased her.
The bond was wide open with everything Alora felt, her feverish thoughts following through Rune.
She shouldn’t want this—gods, she shouldn’t—but every flicker of pleasure ignited sparks that lit her veins from the inside out.
Her body bowed, her chest heavy, as they had their way with her. Every shockwave of exhilaration and rapture took over them in waves. Then Alora took him in her hands, and he groaned as her mouth worked him in a frantic rhythm, torn between wanting to drag her away from his own creations and wanting to memorize the sight of her surrendering so completely.
His red eyes burned like coals in the dark, unblinking, his chest rising with ragged breaths. A single thought burned in his blood.
Even when they touch her, she is mine.
Taking hold of her neck, Rune guided her mouth over his second cock. Her lips stretched wide around his girth, and he groaned as the silky warmth slipping over the sensitive ridges. His tiny mate choked on what little she could take, the throbbing head hitting the back of her throat. She was doing so well. Her eyes rolled when the shadows pleasured her throbbing bud in turn.
She looked so fucking stunning like this.
Such a pretty little mouth. But he couldn’t plunge in deeper as he wanted. His body vibrated with the urge to bend her over here and now.
The bond opened, everything Rune felt pouring into her, raw and unshielded. His craving, his feral, aching need. Alora’s eyes opened when she sensed his desperate effort to stay seated while his shadow-selves had their way with her.
Beneath it all vibrated something darker.
The shadows were a part of him. He enjoyed watching her take her pleasure, yet he burned with envy all the same, furious and enthralled that she yielded to it.
Abyss damn him, he was starving for another taste of her.
He could drink her nectar for an eternity and never tire of it.
Alora released him with an audible pop, giving the tip a small kiss.Then are you going to let them drink from me instead of you?
And that was all the invitation he needed.
Rune snarled. His shadow-selves dissolved away as he bent Alora over the edge of the spring. Her shock hummed like a string pulled taut, but beneath it was anticipation, burning hot.
“That privilege belongs to no one but me.”
A black mist whisked them away to his bed and he found himself in his favorite position, laying beneath her with her thighs wrapped around his face, facing away from him. A cry tore from her lips as his mouth pressed against her folds, devouring what was meant only for him.
Her thighs shook, her moans echoing as she bounced on his face. Rune cupped her soft ass in his hands, devouring her fully.
Her body was his addiction. Her screams his sanctuary.
