Page 88 of Calling of the Crown

“Only time will tell, but I think so. I think there will be a lot of Fae who feel comfortable and free enough to try, if that’s what they want. Fae will see and believe that love between our kinds is possible and shouldn’t be feared if they want someone different than their own kind.”

“They won’t have to be afraid anymore,” I continued. “Of love. Of friendships. Of existing.” I swallowed hard and added, “Of being killed.”

Rune pulled back to look down at me, and as if sensing the shift in my thoughts, he withdrew his fingers and placed them on my hips. Understanding filled his eyes. “I’m sorry you had to see Marcus like that.”

My lip quivered, and I shook my head as I dropped my forehead onto Rune’s chest. “He didn’t deserve that. And I’m sure his won’t be the last death I’ll see. Not with war coming. Not with Nightbloom being available to Land Fae.”

“Don’t do that to yourself. Don’t put the weight of that on your shoulders. Some may die. We know that. But think about how many lives will be saved once this is over. How many people will be able to start families and build homes here. If Elias had his way, all of Morardia and our supporters would be wiped out.”

He still could have it his way. We both knew this, but for now, I let it go. I was too tired and drained to discuss it anymore, especially since I was about to go over it with the army heads and the Council of Doctrina. I needed a distraction, a temporary relief from the bitter turmoil clouding my brain. Too many things were happening that were out of my control. For a moment, I needed that power. I needed to feel like I had some semblance of control.

I pulled back from Rune and took a few steps away from him. He stared at me and stayed where he was under the spray of the faucet. The water ran in rivulets down his tanned body, and his hair was slicked back around his fox ears and clinging to his skin.

Quirking a brow at me, he asked, “What?”

Without a word, I raised my hands on either side of me, and at the same time, the water around us moved, twirling in the air around Rune. I clenched my fists, and the water snapped toward Rune. It wrapped around his arms like ropes made of water. With a flick of my hands, the water tightened, yanked his arms behind him, and pulled him back against the shower wall. More water crept across his chest and arms, stitching together and hardening until a thick layer of ice held him pinned in place.

Smirking, I zeroed in on his twitching and quickly hardening cock. I always loved seeing his reactions toward me. Seeing how I affected him, seeing how he wanted me, was the sweetest drug, and I wanted to push that desire to its limits.

And I knew just how to do it.

Meeting his lustful gaze, I tipped my chin higher. The water that continued to rain down began to take shape behind me, following the blueprint in my mind, until a throne made of ice stood at my back. I sank down on the seat, paying attention to how his eyes followed me. They traced my round breasts and down the curves of my stomach to my legs, which I spread open and draped over each arm of the chair.

“I’m going to touch myself, and you’re going to stand there and watch.”

“Bria,” Rune growled in warning, his eyes dipping to my wet, spread lips. He inhaled sharply, and his dick thickened.

“You’re not allowed to touch me or yourself. Only watch.”

I slid my hand over my breast and down my stomach, following the same trail his gaze had made. When my fingers first grazed the sensitive, throbbing bundle between my legs, his nostrils flared, and he jerked against the ice, which began to crack.

Rune chuckled and met my gaze again with a certain predatory heat. “You know I could just melt this ice and break free, right?”

“I know,” I said, leaning my head back against the throne. My eyes fluttered as sweet, sweet tingles erupted below my fingertips. Forcing myself to hold his gaze while my hand continued slow, teasing touches, I finished, “But you won’t. Because I need this right now. I need the control over what happens in here.”

His jaw tightened as he bit back his disagreement, but he reluctantly straightened in silent agreement and watched as I swept my fingers over my soaked pussy. His cock twitched, and a pearlescent bead formed on the tip of his head as I let out a small sigh.

It felt good as my fingers circled and rubbed right over my clit, but the feeling couldn’t hold a candle to all the delicious sensations Rune created when he tasted, touched, and fucked me. That was okay, though. This was about putting on a show, drawing out the animal inside of him, getting him so hot that he nearly burst.

I continued my teasing of both myself and Rune, curling my finger over my heat and opening my legs wider for his view.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his hips trying to push off the wall behind him.

The ice cracked more, and the sound seemed to remind him that he wasn’t allowed to take control right now. He leaned his head against the tile, and his breath came out hard and fast as he watched me rub myself to the point where my toes curled and my nipples hardened.

“Bria,” Rune panted, his voice husky and full of so much want. “Holy fuck, I love watching your pretty little pussy weep around your fingers. Tell me how good it feels.”

I moaned, and my finger moved over myself quicker, seeking that electrifying release. “It feels … amazing.”

He pulled against his restraints again as I palmed my breast with my free hand. My hips bucked with both my nipple and clit being played with, and Rune’s canines gritted as steam started to rise around the ice barricade. Orange flared out beneath the white ice, and the Fox didn’t even seem to notice that he was slowly burning away his prison. He was too focused on my dripping core, watching as I threw my head back and cried into the steam-filled shower as my orgasm spilled down my crease, scenting the room with my arousal.

Breathless and ready for my predator, I grinned. I didn’t even have to speak. All it took was my hooded eyes meeting his with a silent green light, and the next seconds became a blur. Ice shattered, and a furl of heat rippled across the small space. One second, I was seated on the ice throne, and the next, I was being shoved back and slammed into the shower wall, the shattered throne melting down the drain.

The toe-curling stretching that came with Rune’s dick shoving into me swept through my limbs, and I dug my nails into his shoulders as he filled me up. His palms held the underside of my thighs as he pumped in and out of me with such hunger that I felt him reaching spots that made me see stars and cry out his name. His lips crushed mine, and his tongue swept inside. I kissed him back and pulled him into me, urging his thrusts by digging my heels into his backside.

“Your pussy squeezes me so tight,” Rune whispered as his tongue collided with mine again.

“Right there, Rune,” I gasped, feeling my skin come alive as he ground himself deeper inside me and pressed into places that made me dizzy with ecstasy. “Oh God, yes, please!”

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