Page 63 of Calling of the Crown

I was so busy focusing on the needle-like pain covering me that I didn’t notice Rune shedding what was left of his pants. One second, I was empty, and the next, he was shoving his firm dick into me with a grunt. I threw my head back with a gasp, and his claws gripped me harder under my thighs.

“Come back,” he growled, his voice no longer sounding smooth and deep but harsh and like gravel. It was like the predator inside him was speaking, and Rune was lost to it.

“I’m here,” I gasped into his skin.

He didn’t seem to hear or understand that.

The sharp pain of the cuts got lost with the sweet pumping of his shaft, and suddenly, I couldn’t differentiate between the pleasure and pain. I just felt it all.

The biting of his claws with the delicious fullness of his cock pushing in and out of me.

The smoke filling my burning throat with the symphony of breathless moans leaving my lips.

It all tied together in an exciting rush of new sensations, and it spurred the bundle of nerves between my legs to tighten with fierce need.

I clung to Rune’s neck and held my head high to cry out into the dying woods. Rune growled, and his lips coasted over the fleshy tops of my breasts where he suddenly bit down on one. I cried out as his fangs sank into its curve, and the ache in my chest immediately mixed with the heat between my legs as Rune pressed his pelvis into my clit and ground into me with a relentlessness I’d never experienced before.

“Ah, Rune!” I gasped as the wet, throbbing heat at my core began to flare like an exposed wire.

Blood and saliva dripped from his chin when he released my breast only to sink his teeth into the other one with a groan that was all pleasure. The sound with yet another rush of pain and euphoria had my hips moving to try to meet Rune’s thrusts. Sweat glistened across our skin, and his grip on me became desperate as the moisture threatened to make him lose his hold.

Growling, he pulled out of me and tossed me to the ground. I landed hard on fallen leaves and twigs, which clung to my wet skin. I sat up on my elbows and watched as Rune dropped to his knees between my legs, gripped his shining cock, and shoved it back inside of me.

I bit my lip and whimpered at the pure rush of desire that ran up my body like a shock wave. My nipples hardened, and my pussy weapt for him. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to his body as he pounded into me hard and fast. His face was buried in the crook of my neck, and I shoved my hands into his hair to clutch him to me. Something in the way he held me now was desperate, unsure, and broken. It was like the monster was trying to fuck a vision before him, claiming it before it would soon disappear.

Only I wasn’t a vision.

He just didn’t see that right now. Not when this part of him was in control.

Not when the animal was keeping the man back.

“I’m here, Rune,” I moaned as he shoved into me again with a growl. “I’m right here, Rune.”

He moaned into my throat as the muscles in his shoulders tightened. He ground his hips into me, and the fleshy contact against my sensitive clit paired with the fullness of his dick pushing into me sent me hurtling over the edge. My body shook with my release, and I gasped into the smoky air. Rune hissed into my skin as he followed, spilling his hot cum into me.

I kept my hold on him as he finished, and as I fought to catch my own breath, I whispered, “I’m here, Rune. I’m okay. I’m here. So come back to me.”

His breath fanned hard against my neck. His chest seemed to even out, and he slowly lifted to look down at me. The eyes that found mine no longer glowed, but rather, they were mine. Those amber eyes that I’d come to love. And it was those eyes that immediately filled with tears when they locked on me.

“Bria?” His voice broke on my name, and he reached shaking fingers forward to gently cup my cheek as though he were afraid touching me would somehow make me disappear again.

I nodded, brushing my hands through his ashy hair. “I’m here. It’s me.”

Tears spilled down his cheeks, dropping onto my chest. “How—How are you … I thought—” His cries cut off his words, and he dropped his head, pressing it into my breasts. His frame shook with sobs as he cried, “I thought you were gone. I thought I’d lost you.”

Emotion clogged my throat, and I had to blink back my own tears. “You didn’t lose me. I’m so sorry, Rune. I got overwhelmed when we were training, and it sent me to the water. I nearly got stuck there, but I’m back now. I’m right here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

We held each other in unrelenting grips as the world burned around us. The smoke still scorched my throat and burned my eyes. Trees still billowed plumes into the air as they charred and broke. But I didn’t give a damn right now. All I cared about was wiping away Rune’s misery. Seeing him so distraught physically pained me.

More than the bleeding gashes on my legs.

More than the throbbing bites along my breasts.

More than the fire in my lungs.

Rune’s pain was like being stripped down and thrown into the belly of a volcano.

He pulled back to look at me again. Streaks of tanned skin peeked through the soot on his cheeks from where his tears had rolled down them. His eyes skimmed my body beneath his, and I took the chance to finish wiping away the grime.

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