Page 46 of Bound

He pulled out to the tip of his cockhead and then pushed inside again. One long, deliciously thick slide that stopped when he was only halfway in, and Ruby cut off in a desperate moan.

It was a half-truth. Shedidwish she had been able to take him that first day. But she was also deeply glad she couldn’t. If she had, she would never have gotten this: slow, careful rocking as he forced himself deeper. She would have never learned what it felt like to be filled and fucked and filled again, would have never known what it felt like to have a shadow dress vanish under his touch. Never known what his nest felt like, delicious furs rubbing against her open mouth. Never known what he looked like when he wanted to shove deeper but was forcing himself not to.

She would have never kissed him.

Slate grunted, holding her still while he fucked her. “I am close.”

“Do it,” she begged.

He crushed her to his chest and came. She felt him pulse inside her, slicking her stuffed channel. Wave after wave until it dripped out over his cock, then down his balls and onto the nest.The long, hot spurt of it was nearly enough to make her follow him over.

But all too soon, it was done. He panted hard, his tongue lolling out to lick an absentminded stripe up her cheek. He often did that when she was dripping sweat, but now it made her remember how hungry he was. She shivered around his softening cock, imagining him chasing her through the dark forest and pinning her down, those big fangs closing over her neck.

At times, it is difficult not to devour you whole,he had said.

Some part of her wanted him to.

“I’ve made a mess of you,” Slate rumbled against her hair. “Let me clean that up.”

Ruby groaned as he slipped out of her. A torrent of come gushed out with it, soaking the furs below.

He pushed her onto her back. Ruby went gladly, reveling in the softness. The furswerethicker than their first time here, she was sure of it now. It made her stomach squirm pleasantly, thinking he could have done it for her comfort. Then again, maybe it was just time to add more furs.

He held her legs apart and slid his long tongue up her thighs, collecting the pearly trails that had dripped over her legs.

“Hungry beast,” she breathed.

He growled against her thigh. His fangs pressed into her skin, and for a heart-stopping moment, Ruby wasn’t sure what he was going to do.

Then his fangs retreated, and his tongue returned. It slid straight into her dripping hole, and any heated worries about getting eaten were replaced with the pure rapture of gettingeaten, his long, thick tongue licking his spend out of her.

Ruby squirmed. Not for the first time, she wished he would let her sleep here. No matter where they “practiced,” she would wake up alone in her castle bed. Just once, she wanted to wakeup to his soft rumbling, the feeling of fur on her face and cool arms wrapped around her.

This will have to be enough,she told herself. Then his tongue curled inside her, and Ruby thought of nothing but pleasure.

Several hours later—or thereabouts, it was hard to tell when the evening light remained unchanged—Ruby sat at the castle entrance, watching the tree line.

The dog spirit rested its head in her lap, breathing deeply. She didn’t think spirits could sleep, but this one made a damn good impression of it.

Every once in a while, it would lift its head and look at her curiously.

“Not yet,” she told it.

The dog dropped its head back into her lap.

Ruby stroked the dog, her eyes returning to the trees.

Slate said he would be back soon. At least, she thought he said that. She had been falling asleep when he said it, rocked in his giant arms as he carried her back to the palace.

She adjusted her old dress over her knees. It had been draped over a chair when she woke up, thanks to a particularly embarrassing morning where she woke up after a night of preparing only to realize he wasn’t around to magic her shadow dress back on. She had wandered naked around the castle for hours until she finally found the anointing room where he stroked blue liquid onto her naked body. Her dress and cloak had been just where she left them.

It had been a good opportunity to map out the castle. She just wished she didn’t have to be naked and shivering for it.

He had been apologetic when he finally showed up. It hadn’t occurred to him that she couldn’t magic her own clothes on. Ruby had tried to be mad at him, but this was a creature whobarely needed to eat or drink and could transport her miles away with a touch. Of course, he would forget simple things like wearing clothes.

A large shape loped out of the trees.

Ruby stood. She usually spent her alone time exploring the void, cooking in the giant kitchen, or playing with the dog spirit, but she wanted to see what happened after he came back from a hunt. She told herself it was so she would be reminded he was a Skullstalker, not something she could ever have a future with. But if she was honest, she wanted to see the feral, inhuman creature inside him for other reasons. Reasons that made her tender hole throb with need.

---