Page 111 of Taken By Touch and Torment

With Scarlett’s blood coursing inside of me, and my desire fueling her frightening, dangerous succubus magick, we were bound together more inseparably than ever. We were making each other even more powerful, unstoppable.

Not even the gods could rip us apart. I would like to see them fucking try.

In any realm, in any world, I would track my Scarlett down by her scent and drag her back to me. Kicking and screaming if necessary, as that would only make my cock throb even more painfully than usual.

I was ravenous, no matter how much blood I stole from her flawless, milky skin. Seeing my fang imprints all over her was driving me even more wild. I couldn’t get enough. Not of her essence, not of her cunt, not of her beautiful soul and her every last cry of pleasure and pain.

I was back between her legs, devouring her as she came a third time, her juices as sweet as her blood. As soon as her waves of pleasure began to ease, I sunk my teeth into her inner thigh, extending her orgasm as I satisfied my thirst.

If I’d been anyone else, I would’ve already killed her. That was how out of control she made me feel, how she made everyone feel. It was almost implausible that she’d survived being fed from by Durian and Brennan, though she’d told me she used her succubus magick on multiple occasions to make them both stop. Also, Durian seemed demented enough to not respond to desire as most men did, given his nauseating predilections.

A primal rage took over me, to know that other men knew how my Little Flame tasted and they still roamed the earth. It didn’t matter that Brennan had only had her once. His head was going to roll. I didn’t break promises when it came to my Scarlett.

I closed this fresh bite and moved eye-to-eye with my precious, devious, breathtakingly beautiful girl. I used that primal rage when I slipped inside her forcefully, feeling that pretty pussy clench around me. I groaned, overloaded with pleasure. I couldn’t compare it to anything else in all my centuries. Scarlett still hardly felt real.

“Look at me while I mark you with my cum, baby,” I said, my voice sweet even as I brutally used her.

Those heart-stopping blue eyes locked on mine. Her lips parted, and her features relaxed with rapture.

I’d stopped well before she’d lost a dangerous amount of blood, but I’d be sure to feed her half a replenishing potion to be safe.

“What do we say, Little Flame?”

It was ridiculous how adorable she looked right now, brows drawn tight as she scrambled to string a coherent thought together.

“Manners,” I said softly, glowing with amusement and endless love.

She smiled dreamily. “Thank you, Rune.”

I grabbed the headboard, impaling her as my balls tightened and she moaned. I finished as I stared into my own soul through her eyes.

“Good girl,” I praised, softly stroking her hair as I quickly assessed her body for any open wounds or other points of concern.

I’d been notably gentle with her despite the intensity, careful not to get into much pain play after she’d revealed more details about her traumatic experiences in the palace.

After receiving the most endearing affirmative noises in response to my check-in questions, I gave up on trying to get a full word out of her and pulled her against my chest. She wrapped around me like a vine, contentedly sighing and listening to the steady thrum of my heart—the heart that beat only for her.

I laughed softly as she clung to me and made another incomprehensible noise of pleasure.

“I’m going to assume that today’s groveling was more than satisfactory,” I murmured.

“Mm.”

I didn’t want to intimidate Scarlett, so I arranged for our first deliberation meeting to occur only with Sadie, Uriah, Mason, and me in attendance. I’d be able to delegate and inquire further with others in my inner circle after we discussed the basics.

We sat at one end of the deliberation table, and I enjoyed forcing Scarlett to sit at the head. Sadie and I flanked her. Uriah sat next to Sadie, and Mason sat with me.

I’d heard a lot over the past few weeks from her about her succubus web of influence. But I’d been steering her into treating her healing as her first priority. A full picture of Scarlett’s master plan was taking shape just as she was starting to feel better in her own skin.

It was terrifying.

I was on the precipice of losing her all over again, and I couldn’t do a thing about it without being like every man who’d ever hurt her.

I wanted Scarlett to soar. I wanted her to have it all. But I simultaneously wanted to tie her little wrists behind her back and keep her by my side or in my lap at all times. Where she couldn’t be harmed.

As Scarlett spoke, I took comfort in my fang marks on her neck, briefly deluding myself into believing that they would protect her from what was to come.

“As I’ve already mentioned to each of you before, I believe that a civil war can be stopped before it begins,” Scarlett said. “It’s what’s in the best interest of the born, the mortals, and us, and it’s certainly in King Earle’s too.”

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