Page 129 of Stalked By Seduction and Shadows

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All of me reached for all of Rune, and I’d never bathed in anything so powerful, like our words themselves carried a magickal charge.

“This is only the beginning.”

He pulled on my leash and bent down, our lips locking with fervor. I ceded control instantly, and he growled. He invaded my mouth with the tease of his tongue, and I gasped when his fangs pierced harder than usual.

Rune darted back, my leash growing taut. “I’m going to feed from you now,” he said, nearly a hiss through his teeth as his jaw tremored. “And I need you to trust that while I may seem out of control once I finally taste you, I will never put you in danger. You will always be safe with me.”

I nodded. “I know, Rune.”

“But it will be intense,” he said. “All of it. The feeding. The fucking. Your every last orgasm, your every sting of pain.”

My fear had never behaved as it should’ve. I was not a moth to a flame. The light had never held much interest to me. It was the darkness I’d always flown toward. The twisted pleasure, the dangerous games, the wicked seductions. No number of warnings from villagers had scared this deep, cavernous drive out of my bones. No amount of shaming from Isabella.

Rune loved the parts of me I’d hated for so long. If he was only vulnerably human with me, then I was only unapologetically wicked for him.

“Once you feed,” I said, and Rune’s eyes flitted to my jugular, a craze building as it had in Odessa. “You’ll no longer drink from other mortals?”

Rune paused for a moment before chuckling. “No, precious girl. I will do everything in my power never to feed from another. I’ll lose the stomach for it. I already have.”

This filled me with the sickest pleasure of all.

“Do I have enough blood for that?” Rune was powerful. He needed more blood than the average vampire to sustain himself, especially, I presumed, during times of conflict.

“Under normal circumstances, yes. Sometimes you may require blood replenishing potions. I’ve acquired a blood witch in possession of such an elusive spell. After your blood transfusion failed, I needed peace of mind.” His jaw ticked. “I’ve kept it quiet, of course, because such potions require an arduous process and extremely rare ingredients. I will always take care of you. Feeding from someone else will only ever be an unfortunate last resort.”

Satisfied, I nodded, sitting back on my bent legs and placing my hands on my knees like I’d seen subs do in the dungeon. I looked up at him, reveling in the way his desire peaked.

He rose to his feet, the leash pulling on my neck and forcing me to follow. He scooped me into his arms, and I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me from the living room to his bedroom. I wasn’t frightened when he threw me onto the bed.

But when he crawled over top of me, his cock erect and intimidating as ever, his shadows leaking from his skin, I couldn’t help but swallow and go still. He left my collar on but unhooked the leash, throwing it off the side of the bed. The feel of the soft leather around my neck was weirdly comforting.

Rune watched me thumb the metal circle in the center. “You love being collared.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have to.

He made a small sigh of satisfaction. “I knew you would, pet. You love to be reminded that you will never be able to escape me, that I’m always watching you. That your every breath belongs to me, your every ounce of pleasure mine to allow.”

When the tip of his cock rubbed over my slit, I took in a sharp breath. I pulsed with need. Never in my life had I been so desperately, painfully aroused. His shadows darted out, thorns tucked in as they bound my wrists above my head.

Rune bent down to stare hard into my eyes. “You. Are. Fucking. Mine.”

“Yes, Rune.”

His cock teased my entrance. He groaned, a condescending smile on his lips. “Oh, Little Flame. Why are you the wettest you’ve ever been? When I’ve barely touched you all night? Was it being drugged and treated as a captured prisoner that did it? Or was it being leashed and humbled like my good little human pet?”

When his cock slowly impaled me, I took in more air, already feeling the impossible stretch.

Rune stroked my cheek before gripping my neck roughly. “Nod for both?”

I nodded against his tight hold, and he laughed softly.

“Mmhmm.” He pushed deeper, and I squirmed, letting out a cross between a moan and a cry. “You can take it, baby,” he reassured. “Relax.”

I slackened, the fullness sending my eyes into the back of my head. My throbbing need only multiplied, and when he circled my clit, I eased deeper.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, delivering a brief kiss to my lips as I moaned into his mouth. “A perfect, obedient girl.”

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