I cried out and shook against him, angling my hips to guide him to where I needed him. But Rune didn't need guidance. He found my clit in seconds, drawing liquid up from my center to rub slick circles around that bud. Only when I shuddered did he slip that finger back inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” Rune groaned, and he slowly pumped his finger. “You're dripping over my hand.”
“And you're still dressed,” I said it like an accusation.
“Mmm,” he murmured around my nipple. He gave it one last lick, then pulled away. I thought he would stand then, but he only moved to my other breast, his hand still working me below. His thumb had replaced his finger over my clit.
“Rune,” I panted. “Rune, I'm going to come.”
He made a happy sound, his free hand pulling me closer—steadying me.
With a vibrant shriek, I fell apart, crumbling into his arms. Rune caught me and somehow managed to keep rubbing my sex as he took all my body weight.
Rapture rode me so hard that I didn't realize Rune stood up until he laid me on the bed. A traditional Chinese wedding bed has carved walls with extensive decoration and many of them, like mine, have little antechambers with a seat or table beside the bed. A sort of room within a room thing. But the mattress section of the bed is always small. I had my bed altered, and a framework built across the antechamber so I could fit a larger mattress. And thank goodness for that. If I hadn't, Rune and I wouldn't have fit.
As it was, the length was almost too short for Rune. He eyed the bed warily as he stood within the opening and stripped. I wasn't worried about it. I knew the dimensions of my bed, and I was quickly learning his dimensions. As he glanced at the detailed carvings that went straight through the panels to let in light, I examined him. His jacket had gone as soon as he entered the apartment, but now his shirt was off as well, and I could enjoy the spread of his smooth pectorals, sculpted by Hades himself.
Hermes had once told me that Hades was vain and put hints of himself in every Cerberus he made. After hearing Rune talk about his creation, I concluded that Hermes was only partially right. Hades had used his blood to create Rune's body. Perhaps that had resulted in a resemblance. If it had, then the God of the Underworld must be a stunning man.
Rune's pants fell to the floor. The boxers beneath were simple white cotton, and that was the proper choice. I didn't want anything drawing my attention away from Rune's glorious body. Not that anything could. A fire could have started, andI wouldn't have looked away. That hard belly with its inward navel. The teasing dips at his hips. His corded thighs. And he had a tattoo of a spearhead on his hip. It was odd, like a trident except with two points, and beautiful. The shaft went down a few inches, ending just before the crease where his thigh met his torso. It enhanced the entrancing dip there as well as his hard abdomen, forming a border for those rippled muscles. I loved artwork on a man as long as it was done right. This was done right. Simply magnificent. Rune's erection was pretty incredible too. And then he hooked the waistband of his boxers and pushed down.
As soon as he was bare, I shoved my panties off and tossed them through one of the bed's windows, wanting them as far away from me as possible. Rune grinned and crawled onto the mattress, his shaft bobbing below him, promising me all sorts of delights. I laid back and, as he slid between my legs, I opened them for him.
“Great Gods, you're beautiful,” Rune whispered before he kissed me again.
Tremors ran down my spine. My hips slammed upward, seeking relief. If he didn't enter me soon, I was going to die—immortality or not. Rune groaned into my mouth, one hand holding his chest up while the other massaged my breast. That wasn't enough. So, I wrapped a leg around him and pulled.
“I don't think so.” He stayed where he was. Then, with that wicked grin, he moved down my body, spreading my thighs even wider.
“Don't bother with that,” I growled. “Just get inside me.”
Rune's green eyes went wide and his hand clenched on my thigh. “Fuck, woman. You nearly made me come.”
I chuckled. “Don't do that either. I have plans for you, Rune Demos.”
“As I do for you,” he growled. “And I'm not letting you rush me.”
He lowered his head.
I screamed. It felt as if all I was disintegrated but in the best way. Pleasure shot through me like an atom bomb, obliterating everything that wasn't rapturous. Shuddering and clawing at the bed and Rune, I came with that first touch of his tongue. But he only groaned and settled in to feast.
All strength gone, I fell back onto the pillows, limbs going loose, and laid there in stunned ecstasy as Rune Demos, Hound of Hades, lapped at me and licked at me and consumed me until there was nothing left.
Then his tongue slid inside me.
“Fuck!” I cried, suddenly finding the power to move.
No, it wasn't a return of strength. It was an automatic response. Like when a doctor taps your knee with a rubber mallet. Rune had just tapped the right spot, and my muscles responded by clenching and flinging me about without any instruction from me. I couldn't stay still. His tongue was a live wire. Rune growled again, the sound adding even more pleasure to the mix, and held me down.
“I can't,” I panted. “No more. Please.”
At last, Rune took mercy on me. He rose onto his forearms and grinned with wet lips. It was an odd look. Possessive when it shouldn't be. Claiming. And it called to something equally possessive in me. I wanted this man. For much more than one night. And he hadn't even slid inside me yet.
Rune got to his knees and hooked my right knee over his arm. I opened to him, wet and aching. But I needed to open further. I wanted him to see all of me and take it all. So I set my left foot on the bed and spread myself as I lifted. Rune made a low, delighted sound deep in his chest. Then he took that long, golden shaft in his free hand and rubbed the tip through my sex, parting me. My head tossed as zings shot up my belly. He prodded. Found my entrance. I went still, only my stare moving to lock on his cock. It went forward, splitting me. Entering at last. My body sucked at his, pulling him in deeper.
At last, Rune grunted and shoved.
“Fuck!” I shrieked, my hips rising to take even more of him. “Oh, fuck!”
