Page 16 of Witch Unbound
“We’re with you, all the way.” Rune took my free hand.
The turmoil and uncertainty churning inside me melted, because with my guys by my side, anything was possible.
* * *
It was almostone in the morning by the time I headed to bed. By some unspoken agreement, Tor and Leif remained in the lounge. Tor had built the fire back up, and Leif settled on the sofa with a sleepy Wren in his lap and a glass of whiskey to hand. Looked like they’d be camping down there. Not Rune, though. Tonight, Rune would share my bed. The guys were giving us time alone. No discussions, just intuitive understanding that made me love them even more.
Rune’s powerful form was at my back as I climbed the stairs, body heat reaching out to wrap around me as if he were touching me. My skin heated and the urge to strip had me curling my hands into fists.
I stepped into my room, keeping my back to him. The door closed with a soft snick and we were finally alone, not in a dreamscape but in reality, something neither of us could have imagined would ever be possible.
I turned to face his shadowy form and watched, dry-mouthed, as he reached over his shoulder and tugged off his shirt. Fuck the shadows. I needed to see him in all his glory.
“I want to go slow, Cora, but I don’t know if I can. I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.” His voice was deeper, husky, and thick with carnal desire.
A patch of moonlight separated us. I wanted to see him drenched in it.
I took a step back until my legs met the mattress. “Come closer.”
He stepped forward, and silver highlighted every plane and dip of his naked torso, skipping over his abs and settling at the shadowy apex of his delectable V.
A moan slipped from my lips and my breath quickened.
“How much do you want me, Cora?”
I answered by peeling off my tee and shimmying out of my leggings.
“Fuuck…” His chest rose and fell faster, and his hand went to his crotch, dragging my attention to the thick, long outline of his erection.
He ran his hand up and down his length, and my breath tangled painfully in my throat, drawing a strangled gasp from me. “Rune, you fucking tease.”
He chuckled low and deep. “Get on the bed and touch yourself for me, Cora. Panties on, no penetration.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I backed onto the bed, spread my legs, and pushed my hand into my panties, fingers slipping and sliding over my nub, sending sharp shocks of pleasure through me. I was swollen and ready, dripping with juices.
He watched me with hungry eyes, hand on his cock, pumping in time to the rhythm of my hand.
Our pants and gasps grew faster and heavier until I was squirming, desperate to push my fingers deep inside me.
“Rune, please. Fuck.”
“Did you think Tor had the monopoly on control?” Rune approached the bed and hovered over me. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth and dragged it free. Eyes gleaming wickedly, he grasped my panties and tore them off with one sharp tug.
My hips bucked, but I kept up the rhythm, chasing the orgasm that was hovering on the fringes of my senses.
Rune grasped my wrist to halt me. “My turn.”
He buried his face between my thighs and latched onto my clit with his mouth.
I cried out, bucking against him as he worked me in a way my mind couldn’t comprehend but my body craved with a visceral need.
It was too much and not enough, and oh, God… I clawed at his shoulders and fisted his hair, wanting to push him away but needing him closer. He was inside, probing deep, thick tongue curling to tap the spot inside that drove me wild.
“Rune! Oh, fuck.” My head lashed from side to side. “I’m going to come.”
I tried to push him away, but he held fast, devouring my orgasm. My sobs clawed at the air, back arched, body stiff as my hips jerked over and over, cresting rise after rise.
He lapped at me as I came spiraling to earth, legs trembling, stomach quivering. “Rune…”
