Page 24 of Fractured
Rune moaned as he moved himself up a little, and his hardness slid up my wet panties with such ease. But before I could beg him to hurry up, he did so all by himself, pushedthe fabric to the side and brought the tip of him right between my wet folds.
I cried out and my eyes opened again, and I stayed in place, didn’t dare move, let him guide me. Whispering under his breath, Rune held himself up with one hand, and with the other he guided my hips farther and farther back slowly, until he was inside me all the way.
I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until I sat on him all the way, my back to his chest, the sky and the sea so much more vivid to my eyes now.
“Fuck,” Rune choked as if he’d read my mind. “Sit still, wildling. Give me a moment…”
He sounded like he was in fucking pain.
I felt his urge in the way he gripped my hips to hold me down. I tightened my hold around his wrists and resisted the urge to move back and forth, just a little, just to feel him inside me all the way.
It was perfect, that moment, more so than any other so far. Rune was inside me and the view was magical and even though we were on a ledge at the side of a Mercove mountain, I wouldn’t have changed a single thing.
Then Rune moved me.
He pulled me up just a little and slammed me down again hard on his cock until I felt him everywhere inside me. My voice echoed in the night when I cried out, my muscles locked down, the pleasure sky-high already.
“Eyes up, Wildcat,” Rune said in that deliciously dark voice from behind, and the next time he moved me, he didn’t stop for a long time.
I kept my eyes on the sky and I sometimes screamed and sometimes whispered his name as I held onto his wrists. My back arched more with each thrust, and Rune pushed and pulled me any way he liked. Up and down,forward and back—I forgot my own name a minute in, and all I knew was the pleasure that threatened to break me wide open when it hit me with all its strength.
The mountain we were on disappeared, and in my mind, I saw his face every time he praised me and said my name, every time he growled and moaned.
When I was seconds away from jumping over the edge, he sat upright and wrapped an arm around my waist tightly to hold me down on his cock. The fingers of his other hand slipped underneath my panties and pressed against my clit while he somehow thrust himself deeper from underneath me with all his strength. He played with me so masterfully that I didn’t last longer than ten seconds, if that.
The orgasm really felt like it tore me wide open, and every muscle in my body locked down tightly. The stars most definitely heard me screaming out his name. The entire fucking realm probably heard.
Rune wrapped both arms around my waist and bit the side of my neck as he held me down and thrust his hips up a few more times, until he came, too. His moan was imprinted on my skin together with his teeth, and he kept moving us for a long time after, making the feeling last as long as it could.
I had no more energy left in me so when he leaned back against the rocks, I fell back on his chest, breathing heavily, tired but my soul and my heart were full.
Rune didn’t let go of me for a long time as we sat there to catch our breaths, and he kissed the tender spot where he’d almost bitten off my skin, whispering to me about how good I felt when I came with him inside me.
My eyes were half closed and a smile played on my lips when I said, “I love you.”
He kissed my shoulder again, deeply, and whispered, “It somehow sounds better each time.”
“Do you see it?”I wondered, though we were both looking at my hand between his. My forearm that I could have sworn had become silvery. It wasn’tglowing,not really, but it was more like I’d put on some silver shimmery lotion or something.
My skin had done the same that night I made it to Raja.
“I do,” Rune said, running his fingertips down my forearm.
It didn’t stop shimmering silver—and not just my arm, but my entire body. I had put my dress back on, but I could see my legs, and my chest. It was everywhere.
“Do you feel any different?” Rune asked.
“No. Just…tired. Calm.” My eyes fought to close—I was lying on his shoulder after all. The most comfortable place in all the worlds. “What does this mean exactly?”
“Moon magic,” Rune said. “You’re moonmarked. That’s what they call the magic of the werewolves.”
“I’m no werewolf, though.” That I didn’t randomly shift into a wolf was a dead giveaway.
“No, you’re not.” Rune turned and planted a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll know soon why it’s in you.”
“In me.”The way that sounded. “Does that mean it can be taken out as well?” I was just curious because I didn’t plan to try to do that. At least not yet.
“It hasn’t been heard of before, but it’s magic,” was Rune’s answer.
