Page 140 of Invoking the Blood


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Faye panted as his clever phantom tongue teased her clit. Rune canted his head at her and mouths closed over her breasts. Teeth and tongues teasing her nipples setting her blood aflame.

Faye fell back, arching off the bed. “How are you doing this?” She asked, overwhelmed by the sensations stringing her body tight.

“Phantom touch,” he answered.

Faye screamed as another tongue licked inside her.

“It is actually a combative technique Voshki altered during your ritual. I have a touch more control over my will than he does.” Rune said, stretching out next to her. He slid his fingers along her jaw, turning her to look at him. He captured her mouth in a slow kiss. When she was writhing beneath his will and moaning into his mouth, he pulled back with a satisfied grin. “Are you going to spread your legs for me now?”

Rune glanced at the legs she still held closed.

Faye struggled to remember her game, resisting the urge to let her legs fall wide. He turned back to her and cupped between her legs. She felt the touch of his hand, but it did nothing to stop the phantom mouths he conjured on her.

Faye gasped as he slowly eased a finger into her. He pressed in, pulling out to press a little further. Tension coiled in her, her muscles growing taut with it. She kissed him, brushing the side of her face against his. “Please.”

“Wanting to come so soon?” Rune brought her right to the edge and eased back.

“Please,” Faye repeated in a breathy moan as she rocked her hips, needing his finger inside her. He teased her mercilessly. In her frustration Faye dug her nails into his back.

“Did you learn this during your training?” She asked.

“Among other things.” A possessive glint lit his pale blue eyes as he eased another finger into her.

Faye gasped, clinging to him as he pressed firmly into her. She stilled as her pleasure mounted. Building. He curled his fingers inside her.

“Rune.” She dug her nails into his shoulder as she came. Waves of pleasure washing over her, through her.

Rune watched her come apart beneath his hand and will, continuing the rhythm she needed. When she came down he withdrew his fingers and stood at the end of the bed. He leaned over her, her legs pressed to his chest.

Spread her legs and make her take your cock,the Ra’Voshnik growled, eager to feel her soft flesh give and take him deep.

Rune pressed two fingers into her. Stroking into her harder, readying her. “I could do this all night, unless you wanted to spread your legs for me, minx.”

Faye’s knees fell wide and Rune gazed down at her. She was lovely, panting as she stared up at him with passion glazed eyes.

Rune withdrew from her, ceasing his phantom touches. He positioned himself between her legs and lowered himself over her. He angled his arm under her back. “Hold on to me,” he said.

When she did, Rune lifted her with him as he sat back on his heels. He held her against him as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

He kissed her and rested his forehead against hers. “I have waited my entire life for you. I am yours to command.”

Faye traced her fingers over the side of his face. The tenderness in her gaze made his heart ache. “Did you just say you love me in dark-blood?” She asked.

Rune held her tighter and said, “I will remember to express my devotion in Anarian so my mule-headed minx will understand my meaning.”

Faye rocked her hips over him, the tip of his cock teasing her entrance. Against his lips she asked, “And how would I say I love you in dark-blood so Voshki knows I’m fond of him?”

The creature chuckled, purring its contentment.She prefers me to you.

“Only the Ra’Voshnik?” Rune asked.

Faye leaned forward, the tip of her tongue flicking over his bottom lip. “I make do with you, my arrogant Shadow Prince.”

The corner of Rune’s mouth lifted. He rolled his hips forward, pressing into her. His fangs lengthening as he said, “Devotion among immortals is expressed in two parts.”

Rune withdrew and pressed further into her. The way her lips parted as she took more of him into her body beckoned his vampiric instincts. The need to take her throat and drive his cock into her wet heat lashed at his control.

Rune grated, “One becomes the will of the other.”

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