Page 103 of The Devil In Blue
Rune’s eyes skimmed slowly down my body. There weren’t many scars there. A scratch or two made from my own nails when I had been driven so mad in my solitude that I needed the pain to remind me I was still alive.
Reaching out, Rune placed his hand on my shoulder and gently spun me around so he could see my back. I trembled at the thought as he cleared my hair to the side and draped it over one shoulder. My eyes swelled with tears as his hand lightly brushed up my side. His thumb crossed over the brand on my hip and I could almost feel the passion from the moment it was created. The real one. Even if I couldn’t remember, I knew.
Then his fingers traced the long, jagged markings on each shoulder blade. They still felt sensitive. They had since the day they were made. I took a deep breath, realizing that I felt more than naked now. I felt like I didn’t even have skin anymore. I was just a heart and a soul, vulnerable and exposed.
“They still hurt,” I whispered. “Like they’ve never healed.”
“Because they never have,” Rune answered, bending forward to press his hot lips to my shoulder. I closed my eyes to savor that feeling.
And then I felt something else. Something painful and jolting. I sucked in a breath and whimpered, but the pain wasn’t like other kinds of pain. It was like a big stretch that relieved tension but hurt at the same time. I squeezed my eyes shut tighter, my pulse racing as the nerves of my spine seized. Gasping, I nearly fell over, but Rune gripped my shoulders, keeping me upright. One arm snaked around to my front and he took my chin gently in his hands. He turned my face to look at him and pressed his mouth to mine again in a deep but gentle kiss.
“They cannot take what isn’t theirs,” he whispered.
There was a new weight on my back, one that I felt proud to bear. I opened my eyes and found wings spread out behind me. Not black like Rune’s, but a combination of green, blue, and black like a peacock stone. I stared for a long moment in disbelief until the reality of it settled and I realized those wings were mine. They did not feel too heavy or too strange. They felt familiar and freeing. They were… perfect.
“I gave a part of myself to you,” Rune whispered into my ear, his teeth grazing my lobe. “And that will always remain.”
I folded my wings in and turned to face him, wide-eyed and shaking with the most wonderful shock. Controlling them was natural like they were limbs I’d always had.
I sunk into his blue eyes and couldn’t breathe. He’d filled me with his presence until the only thing that would relieve me of that emptiness was him.
Reaching up, I took his face in my hands and kissed him without abandon. I hooked one leg around him and then the other, climbing onto his hips as my tongue plunged into his mouth. Rune let out a soft chuckle against my mouth and then kissed me back with as much need, his fangs pricking my bottom lip. I moaned, grinding myself against his hard length.
“I feel you,” I panted. “Everywhere.”
“I know,” he said, turning and pressing me up against the wall.
My wings spread, knocking stacks of books to the floor. “Sorry.”
He chuckled again, rocking his hips so his cock slid between my folds.
“There is a reason I keep mine tucked away,” he said, moving his mouth to my neck and assaulting my skin with his tongue.
“Should we—”
He bit down on my flesh, sending a jolt of excited goosebumps all across my body.
“Keep them out,” he said, his hand sliding between us. His teeth nipped me again and I whimpered just as his fingers slid over the swollen bud between my thighs. “No more masks, remember? I want you as you are. And I want you to have all of me.”
I writhed against him, my body thirsting for him to be inside me. When I kissed him again, two of his fingers plunged into my wet heat. He pumped them. Once. Twice. Then he added a third, stretching me wide. I gasped, throwing my head back at the delicious sensation when his thumb grazed my clit. He began to move his fingers in slow, long strokes and then withdrew, bringing them to his mouth. I watched him suck my arousal off his fingers and every nerve in my body lit fire from the sight.
“You taste so good,” he groaned.
His hand slid across my cheek and back into my hair, gripping a hefty handful before he pushed his tongue into my mouth and devoured me. I locked my hands around the back of his neck and melted like a wax candle on a hot summer day. I needed more. I needed—
My thoughts paused when I felt the thick head of his cock at my entrance. He pushed inside in one thrust, stretching me wide and filling me so completely that I could hardly breathe. One of my hands slid over his chest, my nails biting into his skin as he rocked against me. He growled at the sting of my touch against his flesh and I loved it. I hungered for it. I dug deeper, dragging three lines over his sternum. Pulling away from our kiss, he snarled, tugging harder against my hair as he began to pump into me, one possessive thrust after another.
Hooking one arm under my knee, he raised my leg, driving deeper than ever. Even if I tried to think of something else, I couldn’t. Our union blinded me to the world and all the horrors of my past and I relished it. Gods, I didn’t care how or when I came to be. I didn’t care if I was once human or if I was created solely for Rune. None of it mattered because I had him and I was so blissfully content thinking that from that point on, the only direction was forward.
“Rune,” I moaned. “I’m going to—”
His hand moved from my hair to grip my chin, his thumb pressing between my lips and pinning my tongue to the bottom of my mouth.
“No,” he breathed. “Not yet. You haven’t even begun to know true pleasure.”
He plunged deeper, his lips once more against my neck. I was a mess of heavy breaths, whimpers, and moans, my mind in a euphoric fog as he ravaged me. He changed rhythm, his fingers finding their way to my clit. I bowed against the wall, my legs shaking as my climax raced up on me.
“Say it,” Rune grunted, stealing his hand away from my clit and leaving me to suffer. “I want to hear you say it.”
