Page 16 of Secret Origins
Then I started to glow.
If Fenrir was as surprised as me, he didn’t show it. There was an intense look of concentration on his face and he kept pounding into my body like his life depended on it. I was also way past rational thought, the need to reach the high only he could give me pulling me deeper into the abyss like a siren song. All I knew was the feel of his hands running all over me and the feel of his cock stretching me to a point of pleasure-pain. My skin, on the other hand, had a different plan.
Runes started popping up over my skin, each swirling and curling as if an invisible artist was going to town over me with a brush. The more pleasure I felt, the faster the symbols were spreading, a deep red glow peeking through the split skin. Fenrir sped up his tempo, the soft grunts and growls coming from his chest preventing me from losing my shit over what was happening to me. Like I wasn’t spread out under him like a sacrifice lit up resembling a Christmas tree.
“Hold on to me.” His words were garbled, so I expected to see fangs growing in his mouth.
There were none.
What I could see was his features sharpening, his high cheekbones that were already sharp getting pointier angles. Same type of runes, although with thinner lines, started appearing over the skin on his face, the red glow matching mine. They rushed from his cheeks down his neck, spreading like veins over his broad shoulders. He kept thrusting with all he was worth, and I kept encouraging him, unable to stop myself. I knew if he moved away I might go crazy and attack him. The coil tightened further inside me. That was when the white iris in Fenrir’s eyes started to glow.
The coil snapped, hurling me into such an intense orgasm I felt I was drifting in endless darkness with no physical body in sight. Somewhere from a great distance I could hear myself scream, and a second later I was yanked back in my body by Fenrir’s primal roar that rattled the cupboards in the kitchen. Colors were bursting behind my closed eyelids, my body twitching and quirking in his arms. He didn’t let go of me, and he didn’t stop moving. I felt like my heart was going to explode. And that was when it happened.
A scorching hot blast of power washed over us both.
My back bowed off the counter, another stronger orgasm melting my insides. Fenrir arched his back and roared at the ceiling, his body jerking between my thighs out of his control. It lasted an eternity where no mortal or immortal should feel that much pleasure. And then it was gone.
Fenrir slumped over me, his sweat-slicked skin sliding over mine. I expected us to both be burning up, but he was too cold to touch. And so was I if his hiss before he jumped back was any indication. His cock, however, stayed firmly inside me. Coming out of the daze, he blinked at me before a line formed between his perfectly shaped eyebrows.
“Are you okay?” His voice was much deeper than I’d ever heard it.
“Mmm hmm …” My lips were tingling, and I was unable to form words for a long time. “What was that?” I finally gasped, filling my lungs with much-needed air.
“I don’t know, but we are about to find out if we can experience it again.”
I had no time to argue because he started moving again.
I had every intention of kicking his ass after he was done fucking me.
I was smart sometimes.
10
The afternoon sun was warming my skin where I was stretched out on top of Fenrir. He picked me up like a boneless sack and carried me to my bed where he arranged my body over his like a blanket. I had every intention of getting up and moving as soon as my limbs started cooperating enough to obey my commands. A content sigh left Fenrir while his hand glided up and down my back. Thankfully, all the runes on my skin that had made me a glowing freak show were gone. Though a strong urge to ask him if he saw them too gnawed on my stomach, but I didn’t want to know that I had imagined it all either. Choosing ignorance as the best option, I closed my eyes and focused on simply breathing.
“Are you ready to share what you’ve been up to?” Fenrir murmured, his deep voice vibrating through his chest under my cheek.
“You are a good fuck, Fenrir, so let’s not spoil it with chatter, huh?” I patted his chest halfheartedly, and he chuckled.
“I’ll go along with whatever stops you from running. If you want to use me as a stud, by all means do so.” His large hand pushed the hair sticking to my sweat-covered forehead away from my face, and when he tucked his chin down, he peered into my eyes. “Why is a goddess-touched Fae trying to kill you?”
It could’ve been that I was still basking in the afterglow of all the orgasms he gave me. Or maybe whatever it was that had happened between us had melted my brain, because my mouth opened and words poured out that I never would’ve told him if I was using the rational part of my brain. Fenrir had broken my trust, yet here I was spilling my guts like some novice. I deserved to die for that alone.
“And the last couple of days, the feeling of urgency and that something was hunting me intensified, making it impossible to sleep without feeling like I’m drowning,” I finished spilling my secrets. “The nightmares are bad enough that it takes me a good five, ten minutes just to catch my breath when I wake up. Always the same thing. I stand in darkness and can’t see anyone around me, but I can hear their screams.” His arms tightened around me when I shivered involuntarily.
“Shouts and weapons being drawn are singing through the air while my heart is hammering so fast and so hard that I’m pressing both hands to the center of my chest to stop it from breaking my ribcage. There is a voice whispering from behind me, saying,‘You have to run where no one knows who you are. You must forget until it’s time.’It’s always followed by a splitting headache that causes the eyes to roll to the back of my head. Just before I wake up, all sounds stop. The screams, the shouts, the clinking of metal. The silence is choking me, shriveling my lungs while my mouth opens in a silent scream. The voice whispers again, only this time from inside my head,‘You must forget until it’s time.’Then I wake up coughing and gasping for air, the stench of burning coals searing my nostrils.”
I was squirming uncomfortably on top of Fenrir, but for some stupid reason the feel of his skin on mine made it easier to talk. Not looking at him helped, too. This last part was a bit tricky, but I just went with the flow. No one liked a half-assed story anyway. I could always pretend he was making it up if he asked about it again.
“You can’t remember any other sound or scent from your dreams?” He kept the even tempo of the strokes on my back. “An energy signature, a power leak? Anything at all?”
“No.” With a sigh, I rolled off him and stretched my arms over my head. I was deliciously sore in all the right places. “But that was when I started feeling like someone was watching me. Yesterday was the first time it attacked. And the funny thing is, there is this knowing inside me that the minotaur is not theITI should worry about.”
“So what’s the plan?” Lifting on his elbow, he leaned over me and searched my face. “I know you well enough to know you are trying to be one step ahead of this. I’m here and I’m not going anywhere, so make peace with that. Might as well use me to help.”
“I’m not some damsel, Fenrir. I’m a killer.”
“A very pretty one at that. Don’t deflect, though.” He cupped my face, his thumb rubbing over my cheekbone. “You are hiding something.” When I narrowed my eyes at him, he snorted and shook his head, his midnight hair sliding over his shoulder and spilling over my bare chest. “After today, I get glimpses of your emotions. It’s something that we will have to talk about in the future, but not now. You are nervous, so I know you are hiding something.”
