God, she wanted him. Needed him like never before . . .
She broke their kiss and leaned forward, pressing her lips to the hollow at the base of his strong throat. He groaned as she slid her tongue over his skin, then along the column of his neck.
Her fangs filled her mouth, but she kept them in check as she dragged her parted lips over his drumming carotid. The hard beat called to everything Breed in her.
It made her blood answer with equal demand: You are mine, as I am yours. She felt the declaration in her bones, in her marrow. Her veins clamored for confirmation of their bond. For consummation of it.
But she knew his rules, and tonight she would not test him.
On a shudder, Rune exhaled a jagged sigh as she moved away from his neck and on to the muscled bulk of his shoulder. She kissed the rounded curve of hard flesh, then moved lower, across the broad, glyph-covered slabs of his chest. He moaned as she teased the flat disc of his nipple, sucking the tiny bud between her teeth and flicking it with the tip of her tongue. His arms came up around her as she guided him onto his back to lavish the same attention on the other nipple.
His cock was hard, and had been since the moment they entered the bedroom. The steely length of it pressed against her hip where she was draped over him now. She reached down to stroke him as she descended farther, kissing and licking and suckling her way toward his lean stomach.
She loved the feel of his skin beneath her fingertips, and beneath her questing mouth. The dark flourishes of his dermaglyphs felt alive under her tongue as she traced their beautiful patterns.
She nipped his hip bone and Rune’s thick cock surged even harder, even fuller, in her grasp. “Ah, Christ, Carys . . . you’re killing me.”
She knew what he wanted. Her mouth was watering for it too. Drifting down into the thatch of dark hair at his groin, she licked the glyph-ringed base of his erection. He was so large and enticing, steely power encased in velvet softness. She explored the length of him with her tongue, teasing the engorged vein that ran under his shaft, lapping the bead of fluid that wept from the tip of its plum-shaped crown.
With a strangled groan, he arched off the mattress, hips thrusting in plea for more.
She was only too eager to oblige.
Wrapping her lips around the silky smooth head of his cock, she slid him all the way into her mouth. She could barely contain him, he was so immense, so thick and rigid, crowding her throat. But the taste of him, the powerful feel of him, only made her hungry to take more. To take all of him.
“Ah, fuck,” he ground out tightly as she withdrew nearly all the way, then plunged back down. His arms clutched her tighter as a shudder rolled through his massive body. “Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck, yeah.”
She kept her rhythm slow, but steady. Sucking him deep. Savoring his taste, his heat, his power.
His palms held her head now, his hips rocking with every long slide of her mouth. On her tongue, his shaft pulsed and twitched. Salty juices flowed out of him, slickening her rhythm as she caressed his balls and sucked him deeper.
And with each thrust and groan that shuddered through him, Carys’s body burned hotter, wetter. Her sex clenched with the need to have him inside her, but she couldn’t pull her mouth away from him. Her thirst for him consumed her now.
“Carys,” he gritted out harshly, his cock stiffening even more.
Tension wracked him. His fingers closed into fists in her hair. She picked up her tempo when she felt him coil tighter with each stroke. He was close, so close. She wanted to push him over the edge. She wanted to leave him room for nothing but pleasure, nothing but the two of them.
He raised his head to look at her, his dark eyes ablaze with amber fire. His fangs gleamed bright white, sharp as daggers. She’d never seen anything so magnificent. And he was hers.
“You’re mine, Rune,” she murmured against his throbbing flesh. “Tell me you know that. I need to hear you say it now.”
The strangled groan that wrenched out of him was somewhere between pleasure and pain. “Fuck yes,” he rasped. “Only yours.”
She took him deep, brought him to the point of no return. A low growl exploded out of him. He bucked hard against the back of her throat, then the sudden, hot and glorious rush of his seed filled her mouth.
CHAPTER 19
Holy hell, this woman owned him.
Rune couldn’t hold back his raw shout of pleasure as his release tore out of him. Wave after wave, tremor after tremor. An inferno he couldn’t have held back if he’d tried. Nor would she have allowed him to. No, Carys was in complete control of his body in that moment and damn if she didn’t know it, revel in it.
The sheer force of his climax was staggering, but it was the hot suction of Carys’s mouth that undid him even more. He hadn’t lost a bit of his hardness, even as the last aftershocks of his release shuddered out of him. Carys milked him with her lips and tongue, sucking him deep, then slowly drawing back, showing him no mercy at all. He held her head in his palms, his fingers sifting through her silken hair as she licked him clean of every last drop.
“Christ,” he hissed through clenched teeth and throbbing fangs. Heavy-lidded, firelit amber eyes lifted to meet his gaze, and the sly smile she gave him sent an arrow of lust straight to his balls. “Keep that up any longer and I’m going to come again.”
She moaned in approval and took him all the way to the back of her throat. The pleasure was staggering, nearly impossible to resist. But he was hungry too.
On a growl, he seized her shoulders and rolled her onto her back. “My turn now.”
They’d experienced each other virtually every way possible in the weeks they’d been together, but tonight it was different. Still raw and carnal and consuming, but Rune had never felt more intimate with Carys than he did right now. Never more naked. He loved this woman, and it didn’t take an exchange of blood to cement his feelings for her.