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Faye turned her face up to him and he took her lips, hard and claiming. She pulled back after long moments and Rune jerked as her fingertips teased the wet tip of his cock. He pulsed under her touch, stirring for her once more.
Chapter sixty
Fayewatchedinfascinationas he hardened again. Sparrow told her men went limp after they came. She glanced up at Rune. Black poured through his gaze, spilling like ink through water and dissipated before it covered the entirety of his eye. He didn’t have the sleepy, satisfied look her sister told her about.
His focused intent and desire settling squarely on her.
Faye traced her fingers along his length, and he groaned, lightly thrusting into her hand. “You seem insatiable. Is this a vampire trait?” Faye asked.
Rune leaned back on the post, allowing her exploration. “I would not know. I felt nothing until I caught your scent at the Hunter’s Moon ball.”
Her vampire purred and raised his chin until the back of his head rested against the post. Faye’s gaze followed the sharp line of his jaw to his throat, moving lower to the spot his neck met his shoulder.
The sudden urge to bite him while she snared his muscles under her nails rose in her. Faye’s lips parted as she noted the slight flush over his cheeks. She stroked him harder, watching his mouth. The glimpse of fang. The way his brow drew together with each breath and groan. A possessiveness swept through her. He came undone for her alone. This powerful male belonged to her, and his surrender curled her toes.
She smoothed her fingers down the underside of his jaw, caressing lower to his throat. His purr vibrated beneath her touch. Faye seized him by the neck and pulled him toward her. She stilled a moment, astounded Rune obeyed her without hesitation. “You’re so sure I’m your queen,” Faye said before teasingly licking the seam of his lips.
His eyes slid closed as he leaned closer. Against her smile he rasped, “All my desire belongs to the fiery minx I am fated to. I patiently wait for her to accept me.”
Faye moaned, pressing her body flush to his. “If you promise not to edge me for hours, you can have me.”
She gasped, grabbing his shoulders for balance as he lifted her against him, guiding her legs over his ribs. The heat of his mouth caressed her throat before his fangs grazed her at an agonizing pace.
“It is customary to wait for a lunar cycle to pass before engaging a woman after her Ceremony of Blood,” he said at her throat.
Faye squeezed him with her thighs and rolled her hips. “It’s been over a week. I feel fine.”
Rune gazed up at her, running the bridge of his nose under her chin affectionately. “It does not mean you will be without pleasure.”
His fingertips smoothed down the small of her back and two fingers slipped into the waist of her pants and panties. He tugged on the fabric gently. Faye straightened her back, hugging him tighter as he pulled her clothes through her.
Faye stared as Rune tossed her pants over the back of the closest chair and removed her top in the same manner. She gazed down at him and blinked. “That’s a trick.”
“I have many,” he crooned as he eased her onto the perfectly made bed. Faye curled on her side, admiring her perfectly chiseled vampire while he stripped.
Rune joined her, lifting her against him as she wound her legs over his waist. He held her tight, rocking his hips. Faye’s eyes squeezed closed as a moan escaped her lips. His cock glided through her folds, pressure meeting over her clit. Faye dug her nails into his shoulder for leverage, moving with him. Chasing the pleasure Rune offered her.
“Tell me how you like to be touched,” he said, caressing the underside of her breast. Faye whimpered pressing against him harder. His lips touched hers and he asked, “Do you prefer a gentler touch?”
He lightly outlined her nipple, watching as it hardened to a stiff peak. Rune’s gaze lifted to hers, and he asked, “Something harder?” He pinched her, rolling the sensitive tip between his thumb and index finger.
Faye panted, arching her back at his treatment. She raked her nails over his shoulders, down his chest. Rune lowered his head to her other breast. “Or would you prefer my mouth on you?” His tongue swept across her nipple, wetting it. He blew on it, and she gasped. “Teeth?” He asked, carefully capturing the hardened peak before teasing the very tip with his tongue.
Faye trembled, tangling her hands in his hair, pulling him closer. “Rougher.”
Rune growled against her, teasing her with his lips and teeth. Pinching her and tugging her nipple, plucking it through his fingers. His teasing pleasure edged in pain coursed through her, taking her to the very edge where Rune held her. Withholding the last stroke or caress that would snap the tension stringing her body tight.
“Please,” Faye whispered, grinding over him faster as he mercilessly worked her body.
“Please?” Rune asked, palming her breast, molding her soft flesh to his hand. He pinched the tip until Faye winced. “Were you wanting to come, my queen?” He raised a brow at her, his expression the picture of gentlemanly consideration while he worked her until all she knew was a fevered frenzy beneath his touch.
“Yes,” she begged, needing more of him. “Please.”
Rune kissed the corner of her mouth, affectionally brushing the side of his face against hers. At her ear he said, “Command me. Demand your desires.”
“I need more,” Faye whimpered.
“More what? Be specific.”
