Page 76 of Calling of the Crown

Rune and I could only shake our heads as we left, and we made bets on how long we thought it would take for the Orca and the Fox to admit they liked each other.

I was still laughing over Khalani’s denial when Rune and I made it to our floor. As soon as the door to our level shut, Rune grabbed me by the hips and shoved my back against the wall as his mouth closed over mine. I gasped as his tongue slipped between my lips and his fingers dug into where he held me. His body pushed against mine, and it lit me up inside with the heat of a volcano.

“God, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” Rune growled, nipping my lips playfully with his sharp canines.

My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. “Don’t stop now then.”

I wrapped my hands around the back of his neck and brought his mouth back to mine. He tasted sweet like the champagne from the party, and I relished in his intoxicating kiss, wanting to get drunk on the taste. He suddenly pulled away, but before I could protest, he scooped me into his arms Princess style and headed for our bedroom. I tilted my head back as he leaned his head into my neck, licking and sucking at the skin there with a teasing, delicious tug.

The lights in our room were off, and only a sliver of moonlight filtered into the bedroom through the curtains. Rune placed me on my feet in the center of the room, and I turned to him as fire ignited in both of his hands, creating a glow that highlighted the handsome lines and shadows of his face. The flames suddenly shot from his hands in different directions, and they lit the candles lining the room and the fireplace.

With the room lit, Rune’s amber eyes locked onto me with a smoldering predatory precision. His gaze followed the line of my throat and down the low-cut neckline, which left little to the imagination. Something dark and hungry flashed across his features as his eyes traced what skin he could see.

“You truly look beautiful in that dress, Bria. So gorgeous. It’s almost sad that you have to take it off now.”

My toes curled in my heels, and I tilted my chin up to expose more of my breasts. I ran my fingers along the neckline, starting at the point of the V and working my way up and over the swells of my breasts. “I’m actually pretty excited to get out of it.”

Rune bared his canines while he reached up to pull off his tunic, mindful of his crown, and slowly unbuttoned the long-sleeved shirt beneath it. “Why’s that?”

“Because I know what comes after.”

A flash of need crossed his eyes and made him clench his jaw. I swallowed hard, watching the muscles in his abdomen ripple as he peeled out of his shirt and dropped it on the floor. He now stood in his dark slacks and boots, which he quickly toed out of. “Do you like that dress?”

Quirking a brow at him, I answered, “Yes.”

He slowly stalked toward me, and the beast growing in his eyes had me rooted to the spot. He stopped right in front of me and ran the pad of his fingers softly across the curves of my breasts and along my cleavage. My breath quickened, and my core pulsed with need. “Then you’d better take it off yourself. There won’t be anything left if I do it.”

The air hitched in my lungs with his warning, and I knew he was completely serious—I’d never be able to wear this dress again if I left him to take it off. I pulled the fabric on my shoulders down my arms. The silk gown slid down my curves, and I shimmied out of it the rest of the way. I kicked off my heels and stepped out of the puddled fabric so that I stood before Rune in nothing but my crown.

“Do you remember what I told you I wanted back at my mother’s house?” Rune asked, his voice low and rough. He leaned down, and his breath tickled my ear as he whispered, “I want to see you in your crown, just your crown, and I want to fuck you while you wear it.”

My entire body trembled as I recalled him saying that. It had been the night we’d first had sex. Now here we were, both wearing our own crowns. I glanced up at his large silver one. Up close, I saw the diamonds lining the bottom rim and the large sapphires that took up the center of each point. Intricate swirls and patterns that almost looked like waves decorated the surface, weaving around the jewels. The sign of his status fit perfectly on his head, and I rather enjoyed the sight of his black-and-white fox ears peeking up from the center of the open crown.

Meeting his amber eyes, I pictured him in just the crown. It made my pussy slick with desire and my nipples tighten with want. I tilted my head back to look at him. My eyes held his while my hands roamed his warm skin, trailing down his chest, over the planes of his stomach, and down to the waistband of his pants.

I stood on my tiptoes to place a soft, nearly nonexistent kiss on his lips and whispered, “Only if I get to fuck you in nothing but yours.”

He growled before claiming my mouth with unrestrained fervor. The hard length still tucked in his trousers pressed into me as he walked me backward to the closest solid surface. My lower back hit the back of the couch that sat in front of the fireplace, and I leaned against it as Rune cupped my breasts. His tongue swept across mine at the same moment that he squeezed the beads of my nipples between his fingers. I gasped against his lips and squirmed in his hold, desperate to feel more.

“Rune,” I groaned.

He smirked against my lips then dropped to his knees in front of me. He hooked my right leg over his shoulder, opening my legs to expose my dripping center. His hooded gaze drank in the sight of my spread legs before roaming up and over my heaving chest, finally settling on my eyes.

“Damn. I really like the view from down here,” Rune said, leaning in to flick his tongue teasingly along the crease of my folds.

I bit my lip to fight back my moan, and I gripped the back of the couch in an effort to keep my legs from buckling. Rune’s tongue stroked my clit again, and this time, he didn’t stop. Pleasure swam up my body, strangling me in its delicious hold. My head fell back as Rune licked then sucked on my arousal. His hand palmed my ass as his other roamed over my thigh before finding my entrance. He plunged two fingers into my opening and curled them as his mouth continued to worship my clit.

My hips bucked as I ached for that building release, and when it came, it exploded. A guttural groan tore through my gaping lips, and my legs shook from the sheer ecstasy of the orgasm.

With the intense wave of pleasure came the loss of my strength. My knees gave out, and I leaned too far back. I gasped when I started to tumble over the couch, and Rune quickly leapt up to catch me, but it was too late. I pulled him right over the cushion with me, and we flopped to the ground in front of the fireplace in a mess of tangled, naked limbs and laughter.

Rune’s head tilted back in a hearty laugh beneath me, and I rested my cheek on his chest as I fought to rein in my own mirth.

“That’s one way to get me underneath you,” he chuckled, straightening his crown that he’d held onto during the fall.

I playfully slapped his arm as I sat up enough to look down at him and readjusted my own crown. “As if I’d need to do a backflip over the couch to get on top of you.”

“No, you definitely don’t.” He gazed up at me with lustful eyes. The glitter of amusement morphed into a tender twinkle, and he reached up to run his thumb softly across my bottom lip. “My Queen,” he murmured softly, the sound nearly lost in the crackling fire. “My wife.”

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