He lowered his head again to watch her. “You said you’re never duplicated. I’m not so easily replaced either, am I?” His lips curved into that arrogant grin.
She wanted to wipe it off his face. You asked for it, dark fey.
She grazed a fang along his shaft, drawing blood.
Rune inhaled a shocked breath, lusting for more of this blood play, craving her darkest kiss. Could he coax his picky eater to bite him there . . . ? The idea made him even harder.
Both of them watched black blood welling.
She lapped at it with delight, panting for more.
“Do it, then! Sink your fangs into my cock.” He cupped her lovely face, commanding her with his eyes. “You’ll pierce me as you were pierced.”
With a nod, she opened her mouth to take him. He felt her breaths against the bulbous head as she stretched her lips around it, enclosing it.
“Yes!” Her mouth was a sultry paradise. “Now bite. Do it.”
Below the crown, her fangs slowly sank into flesh, pricking it.
He bellowed to the sky, “AH! My gods!” He palmed her head, trapping her to him.
Her wanton moan vibrated his length. With her first draw, his back bowed uncontrollably, as if a physical force was arching him to her. He almost came instantly, hovering right at the edge.
But he needed to see her, to witness this female’s taking. He lowered his chin. “Fuck,” he breathed as she sucked.
The most erotic thing he’d ever seen.
In an awed tone, he said, “You’re feeding from my cock.” How could a male care about power dynamics when a female this beautiful seared him with forbidden pleasure?
This was a fantasy come to life, one he’d never known he had. He threaded his fingers through her hair, reveling in her bite. Just when he thought this sight couldn’t get hotter, one of her hands dipped below the water, between her thighs.
Disbelief. “Are you fingering your pussy?”
She didn’t have to answer; her mesmerizing eyes grew even more hooded.
Fingering herself. While she suckled his raging dick for blood. “Gods almighty.” His balls drew up, but he struggled to hold out.
With her other hand she fisted the base of his shaft, claws digging in. Were her instincts telling her to secure her prey? Vampires were possessive. Did she consider his cock hers?
“Take more!” His swelling veins felt too full of blood. He had more than enough for both of them. “I want you greedy for it.”
Her moans grew louder, keening. She released her fangs, still sucking from his pierced skin as she eased her head down. When her carnal lips slipped along his shaft, his hands guided her lower, his hips rocking.
She took him deep—then sucked until her cheeks hollowed.
“Uhn!” He could feel her drawing from his veins. Pressure pooled at the base of his spine, his release imminent, but he needed to last till she was sated, slaked in more than one way. His voice went guttural. “That’s it. Suck it like it belongs to you.”
She swallowed more of him, and he wished he had semen to give her too. “If I could spend, I’d make you drink every drop of my cum.”
She whimpered. Beneath the water, her hand sped up.
“You’d like that? I’d fill you with blood and seed. Make you accept everything from me.” Pressure kept building. His muscles flexed in readiness. His balls ached; his rod throbbed. Unfamiliar impulses struck him.
He needed to bite her. Sink his demon fangs into her pale phantom flesh.
Possess her. Be inside her body.
Own her.
When she jerked against her hand, and his length muffled her scream, he yelled, “I can’t hold out!”
She was orgasming with his dick in her mouth. She was greedy—as she came, she took more and more of him, till her throat closed around the entire crown.
“Oh, FUCK!” The pressure was anguish. He was helpless against it. Nothing mattered past releasing it.
Heat exploded inside him, radiating out from his cock. “AHHHH!”
Ecstasy lashed his body, piercing him like her fangs. His shaft pulsed against her tongue over and over as he came.
Head spinning, he floated, feeling as weightless as when she’d possessed him. . . .
With a tender kiss, she released him. Her face was flushed, her eyes lustrous. “Dessert was heavenly.”
“Come here, beautiful.” He reached for her, drawing her into his lap, squeezing her too tightly. He rested his forehead against hers, catching his breath. He barely recognized his voice as he said, “Is it time for your breakfast yet?”
FORTY-FIVE
Later that night, Jo dreamed.
She’d fallen asleep in a guesthouse bed, her limbs tangled with Rune’s; yet now she found herself in a dank cell, beaten and bloodied after a session with Magh and her torturers.
This had happened to Rune, was another of his memories. . . .
He stared at the ceiling of his cell. Anything that bitch wanted of him, she’d gotten, changing and reshaping him so many times he thought he would break.
Now she was breaking his body over and over in this putrid hell.
She’d just finished with him. “You will surrender your pride, cur.” She hung up the whip she favored. “I won’t rest until you beg for my mercy.” Each time he refused, she set her demon guards upon him.
Tonight they’d broken his right leg; the jagged end of his femur jutted through his skin. Two ribs breached his flesh as well. His hands were bound behind his back, so he couldn’t use runes to heal himself. “Shouldn’t a lowly whore be beneath a queen’s notice?” he bit out, spitting black blood in her direction. “But I now know why you visit me each night. You believe if you could only make me grovel, you could shake your desire for me. Then you’d stop fantasizing about me when you’re fucking others.”
Rage flashed in her eyes. “Tomorrow night will not go so well for you, cur. I’m going to bring out the pincers. . . .”
For hours after she and the guards had gone, Rune stared at the ceiling in agony, muttering his usual prayer: “Gods give me the power to destroy that bitch, and the entire royal house—”
“And what if we did?” a grating voice interrupted.
Rune jerked his head around to find a stranger in the shadows. The male’s face was indistinct, but his eyes were dark, like bottomless pits.
“We?” Rune attempted to sit up against the wall, choking back his pain. “Are you one . . . among the gods?”
The towering male crossed to stand outside the cell, far closer than most did. “I’m one among the number five. In time, I’ll be one among the number twelve. I’m known as Orion.”
“Why are you talking to me? You must not know who I am.”
This Orion merely stared, his expression unreadable.
“I’m Rune. I’ve been a whore for centuries.” He nodded down at his body. “Presently, I’m Magh’s favorite whipping boy.”
“I’ve come to this place for you,” Orion said. “Now answer the question, archer.”
Archer? “If you gave me the power to destroy her and all her line?”
“Would your resolve never falter?”
This being had no idea! Gritting his fangs, Rune fought to stand. Though one of his legs was shattered, he managed to rise on the other. “Never.”