He bucked, helpless, furious, and desperate.“Let me touch you. Let meworship you.”
Rune was thrumming now, chest heaving. He never wanted anything more than to take her hard and fast.
Her smile was cruel yet tender. She leaned in, angling deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned in surrender. “You own every part of me, woman. I am begging you.”
Alora tilted her head, studying him like a conqueror admiring a fallen king. “I do, don’t I?” she whispered.
Completely.
And then she moved. The Abyss nearly took him.
Her heat descending over him with devastating slowness. Rune’s body jolted against the bindings, and he sank deeper with a roll of her hips so sinful his head fell back, the veins in his neck straining.
He wanted to move but her shadows pinned him harder.
“Stay,” she commanded and the imprint on his throat blazed.
Rune obeyed. He would have burned worlds if she asked. He would have torn stars from the sky.
Alora rode him, slow and merciless. Rune shook from how hard his body fought every instinct not to consume her whole.
“So obedient,” she crooned, stoking a claw along the soft base of his tail.“Good boy.”
The sensation sent a shockwave straight through his spine.
And his restraintsnapped.
He tore through the shadow bindings with a snarl. He surged forward, flipping her onto her stomach in a blur of movement as they landed on the bed. His hands were everywhere, gripping, lifting, pinning her arms above her head. He hooked her thigh over his hip, grinding into her so deep she gasped, head thrown back.
“You wanted me feral,” he snarled into her neck, biting down.Now you have it.
Both cocks plunged into her, deep, brutal,andrelentless. Alora responded with a cry that was part laugh and part sob. Her claws dug into his arms.
Once her body adjusted to him, he plowed into her. Each thrust was punishment. Each moan from her lip’s redemption. Her core was pulsing and throbbing, gushing with every invading stroke.
He would hear her beg tonight.
Taking her wrists, he hauled her up as he summoned his shadow-self to lay beneath her, hard and ready.
She softly gasped, sensing what he planned.
Rune pulled out and helped to her position herself to take the shadow into her body, bending her over it until he pressed both heads against that tight, rear little hole.
Alora gulped for air, her body shuddering. “Oh gods?—”
“No,”he growled, voice feral against her spine. “You worship only one god, Alora. You know his name.”
“Rune—” she cried as he and his shadow-self pressed into her, her moan bordering on a sob. “I—I can’t?—”
Yes, you can.His mouth took hers, demanding entry.Take it. All of it.
Rune waited until she inhaled a breath, then Alora writhed as he slowly pushed into her body. Shadows and magic soothed the sting as that pink little entry gave beneath him, stretching open to welcome both of his lengths with ease.
The sensation was otherworldly.
Rune was lost to it, murmuring fevered declarations on her damp skin, like it was the last tether holding him to this realm. She whimpered and shook, helpless against his hold.
