Page 102 of Calling of the Crown

Chuckling, he asked, “I’m what?”

I fiddled with the neckline of his tight shirt. “You once asked why I reacted the way I did at the Italian restaurant when Dallas asked if I wanted to get a cinnamon roll.” Shortly after our friendship started, he’d let me stay over and served me breakfast. He’d asked why I’d gotten all blushy and embarrassed during that first meeting, and I’d brushed off his question. Now, I explained to him my and Dallas’s boy ranking system and finished, “So that’s why. It’s because you’re my Cinnamon Roll. I … I wanted to make sure I got to tell you.”

The amused glimmer in his eyes dimmed, and melancholy replaced it.

There was so much we both probably wanted to say, things we wanted to do and experience together, but how could we cram it all into these last hours we had? How could we convey how much we loved one another in the time we might have left?

Rune leaned down, and his lips swept over mine. I leaned in, opening my lips for his tongue to collide with my own. The kiss quickly grew rough and hungry, and before I knew it, I was wet and hot deep at my core with Rune’s hard shaft pressing into my abdomen. I kissed him harder, gasping against his mouth as his hands swept up my hips, underneath the fabric of my shirt, and up onto my breasts where he palmed the swells and pinched my beaded nipples.

He quickly yanked the fabric up and over my head so that I stood before him topless, and he let out a low growl as he watched the heavy rising and falling of my chest. He placed his fingertips on my shoulders and shoved me back. I fell and landed on my butt in the center of the tent’s blow-up mattress. He stood overtop of me, and his fiery eyes locked on me where I leaned back on my elbows.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your naked body laid out in front of me,” Rune said, yanking his shirt off.

“Good thing I like it, too.”

He untied his pants and let them fall. His erect dick dripped with desire, and my mouth watered with the need to taste it. Rune smirked, no doubt thinking the same thing, because he grabbed the shaft and ordered, “Suck it.”

Not needing to be told twice, I crawled to the edge of the mattress and sat back on my heels. I leaned forward and let the tip of my tongue drag over the pearlescent bead gathered on the head. Rune’s cock twitched in his grasp, and a hiss brushed past his lips. The sound sent electricity zipping down my spine and straight to the bundle of nerves in between my legs. It also spurred me to open my mouth wide and suck him deep.

His head fell back, and he wrapped his hands into the blue hair on either side of my head. I bobbed my head back and forth, sucking and rubbing my tongue over the head. I took over holding his cock, and as I swallowed him, I pumped my hand over and over again. Rune groaned and moved his hips on impulse to match each pump of my hand and drag of my mouth, and with just the right pressure and motion, he spilled himself into my mouth.

His dick made a pop sound as it fell free from the suction of my mouth. I barely had time to swallow and lick my lips before Rune got to his knees, pushed me back, and tugged my pants off. I stared down the length of my now naked body at Rune, who held my gaze with a sensual haze. He placed his hands on my knees and slowly opened my legs, trailing his palms up and along my inner thighs until they rested on either side of my pulsing, wet middle.

“I love the way you drip for me,” Rune purred. He traced a finger up my seam, starting at the bottom and working his way up through the moisture gathered there, stopping at my sensitive clit.

I let out a breathy gasp as his digit twirled right around the bundle of nerves. “Only for you.”

My territorial Fox smirked. “Damn right.”

He leaned down, and I watched with hooded eyes as his tongue got to work. Sickly sweet and delicious heat curled around my middle before spreading through my body as his tongue flicked against my clit. He squeezed my inner thighs to hold me in place, and he didn’t let up in his worshiping of my pussy.

“Rune,” I moaned before biting my lip to keep quiet.

Tents surrounded ours, and while I was pretty sure their occupants were also—ahem—occupied, I didn’t want to announce to our army that the two of us were in the middle of foreplay.

He glanced up from between my parted legs, and even with his mouth hidden from my view, the smirk he now wore was unmistakable. “Trying to keep quiet?”

A zip of hot pleasure coursed through me, bringing another soft groan from my lips. “Trying,” I finally answered.

He sucked my clit into his mouth as his tongue rubbed against it, and the pure wave of pleasure knocked me onto my back. I pressed into the mattress, arching into his face as his wicked mouth picked up tempo, making the fire build inside of me.

“That’s right” Rune encouraged. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Groaning, I fisted the sheet beneath me and curled my toes as the fire exploded inside me, and my release poured onto Rune’s tongue. I dropped the sheet and tried to catch my breath. Rune had other plans. He rolled me over onto my stomach and grabbed my hips to force my backside into the air. With little warning, Rune shoved his cock deep into my pussy, making me bite on the sheet beneath my face to keep from screaming his name.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Rune growled as he pulled out until only the tip remained before slamming into me again.

A jolt of ecstasy traveled along my spine with each rough thrust of Rune behind me. My teeth ached from how hard I clenched them around the sheet, and my muffled moans filled the tent. Each slap of flesh against flesh was followed by a shot of pleasure rippling inside of me. It made me move my hips, pushing back to meet his thrusts. His large length filled me, and the position we were in had him reaching places that made me dizzy.

Another strangled moan got caught in the wad of sheets, and I felt that familiar building heat deep within me as Rune’s cock continued to drive. His movements somehow became even faster and harder, which was all I needed to explode in bliss. Seconds later, Rune hissed as he finished, and he took care to pull out gently.

I collapsed where I knelt in a breathless, sweaty, hot mess, and Rune flopped down on his side next to me. He draped an arm over my naked back and placed a kiss on my bare shoulder.

“I love sex,” I said in between pants.

He threw his head back in a deep laugh, and when he composed himself, his smile still stretched from ear to ear. “Is that so?”

I nodded, my cheek still pressed into the mattress.

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