Page 64 of The Blood of Gods and Monsters

Ruen keeps the hand against my head still tangled in my hair as he lowers the other one to the outside of one hip. Then I feel the underside of his shaft drag slowly along my soaked cunt.

This time, I can’t stop the whimper of pure unadulterated need. His responding growl resonates against my nipples and I feel the vibrations all the way down to my throbbing clit.

“I should have known,” Ruen grits out as his hand slides along my outer thigh to my inner thigh and then down. “You would be the one to drive this need out of me.”

I glance up at him through my lashes, begging with my eyes though I won’t with my words. Never. To part my lips and beg him with words would mean to cross a line inside me that I refuse to even go near. The hand in my hair loosens marginally.

“Don’t worry,” he says, face moving to poise over mine. “I won’t take your darkness from you, Kiera. I simply want you to accept mine too.”

Darkness is all I’ve ever known. If he wants to share his with me then that’s something I can do.

The hard ridges of his knuckles bump against my clit and I suck in a sharp breath. He shushes me with a strained but amused smile. “Almost there, sweetheart,” he says as I feel him take himself in hand and line the head of his cock to my entrance. “Almost…”

Feral eyes and an even more feral grin split his face and in the next instant, a scream is ripped from me as he slams into me without any further preamble. My interior muscles make way for the hard length of him, slicked by my own juices, but still shuddering under the sharp too-fast intrusion, and my back bows off the bed.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Little shock waves ricochet through my cunt, rippling the muscles up and down the heavy length of him, squeezing down on both his flesh and the metal that pierces him. “So fucking perfect…”

Gasping, heaving, begging for air where there is none, the sparkling stars are back. Lips press into my own.

“Breathe,” Ruen orders. “Breathe for me, sweetheart.”

I do, and with each inhalation, all I can smell is him.

Something dark moves through Ruen’s face. Not an expression or emotion, but something wholly different. “Release.” The word is a whisper, but it’s all that’s needed to liberate me from the chains holding my hands captive.

The second my wrists are free, my nails are in his flesh, sinking into the skin of his shoulders as I ride the wave of ecstasy that crashes into me. I can feel his cock twitch inside me, pressing those ridges of metal against my inner walls and making the fissures of power spread further inside me. Now that he’s fully seated inside, Ruen’s hand falls to my ass as I cling to his powerful frame and he cups the fleshy underside, gripping tight even as his hips pull back. The motion drags his cock from my depths and then he thrusts back inside with the same crude violence as before.

Fire and glory. That is what we are. Two beings of domination fighting for the right to control the other.

“Kiera.” I blink at the razor blade of his tone. He glares down at me. “Focus on me.”

I release one shoulder and stroke one hand up into his hair, curling my fingers into the dark, almost inky black of the strands until they disappear completely. “Who else would I focus on but you?”

A fresh scream shoots up my throat as he chooses that exact moment to cant his hips, withdrawing nearly completely from my body and then thrusting his wide, thick cock back into my pussy. Soft, feminine flesh parts as he forces my insides to concede to him. I lock my hand in his hair and hold on.

“…handle more?” I’m so delirious with pain and pleasure that I don’t hear the first part of his question, but I don’t need to in order to know what he’s asking.

I nod my head rapidly. “Yes,” I say, squeezing my legs tighter around him as if that could stop him from pulling out of me again. “Yes. Give me everything.” I kiss his lips. Sink my tongue inside to twine it with his. He kisses me back, tasting of blood and rawness that I never thought would be so addictive. “Fuck me into the dark, Ruen,” I growl as his hips stutter in their movements. “Drive me to the brink of insanity and then drop me over the edge.”

Ruen’s head lifts, and for a moment, the crimson recedes the smallest bit, allowing the midnight color to resurface once more. Sweat drips down his straining throat, droplets falling from him to land on me.

We are not soft lovers, but two swords clashing. Violence and sparks flying off each other as we war for dominance. He drives me higher and higher into the darkness until the lights start to go out. Each star drowns under shadows as they crawl up over the stones of the room around us.

What little illumination is left on the window winks out of existence and I don’t know anymore if this is his illusion or my own darkness. All I know is that I cannot pull my eyes away from his and he keeps his eyes trained on me with each thrust.

Then, as his jaw clenches and I feel him pulse inside me, seeding me with his cum, Ruen reaches between us and pinches a thumb and forefinger over my clit, sending me into a shattering orgasm that steals the breath from my lungs.

His responding roar as he empties the last of himself inside me echoes in my ears as my heartbeat slows and the darkness completely descends for the last time.

Chapter 28

Ruen

10 years old…

Iknow the moment I wake up that today won’t be like the others. It’s time to leave. That much is clear because when I finally finish rubbing the grit of sleep from my eyes and sit up in the cot style bed pushed against the back corner of our one room shack, I can see my mom’s face as she moves around the slight kitchen area.

It’s not so much a real kitchen—like those houses she cleans in the villages and larger towns we pass through—but more a collection of chairs and tables put together next to the fireplace that acts as both our oven and stove. Only the people who live in real houses have those.

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