Two large fire pits were lit in the open space, keeping it warm. The flickering light caught on something shiny beside the chair on the dais, drawing my eyes to it.
My spine straightened like steel, and pins and needles tingled in my palms. I stepped away from Rune as I slowly made my way to the dais with my eyes on the object that caught my attention.
I swallowed the lump in my throat as my breathing picked up little by little with my nerves. Even my hands trembled as I got closer and closer. I could feel everyone holding their breath as I walked toward it.
The familiarity of this object was... remarkable.
I stopped right in front of the sword with its golden leather sheath to the side of it. Light shined off it in little glints and sparkles as if it were welcoming me, wanting me to pick it up.
“It’s ours,”voices whispered, confirming my suspicion.
It’s ours,I repeated in my head.
It’s mine.
ChapterThirty-One
Everything around me bled away as I focused solely on my sword. I was sure the others were probably watching, and from the heavy feeling coming through the link with Rune, I knew he waited with bated breath.
None of it mattered right now.
What mattered wasthisbeautiful weapon.
I slowly reached out, watching the blade glint in response like it was begging me to grab it. The hilt was simple; it was silver with markings that I couldn’t make out etched into it. But it was absolutely stunning. My breath rushed out of me as I grasped the sword’s grip. It was wrapped in leather, making it easier to hold and less likely to slip from my grasp.
Goosebumps rose along my flesh, raising the little hairs on my arms and on the back of my neck. A shiver of adrenaline swept through me as I raised the featherlight blade and looked it over with intrigue.
Another piece of myself came back together, making it easier to see what the bigger picture was. What andwhoI was. One thing after another found its way back into my life, making me complete, and I couldn’t be any more excited than I was right now.
Rune was the first big one that came into my life, starting the chain reaction. He stuck by my side even when I gave him hell. Not that he had a choice to dip out and leave me. Hluti and the others felt familiar, and since Rune knew them, that meant I knew them in my past life as well. There was more out there that would make its way back to me, and it made me desperate to know everything. Things Rune wouldn’t tell me because he was afraid of my mind fracturing.
“Say something,” Rune said roughly. His voice was thick with an emotion I couldn’t place.
When I glanced over my shoulder, his eyes were darker and flared with desire. He parted his lips as his chest and shoulders rose heavily. In the past, I would have figured he was upset about something, but from the large outline in his pants, he wasn’t.
And now that I was aware of him and the room, the floodgates of his emotions and thoughts swept in. His lust filled me, rekindling my earlier desire and need for orgasms.
Heat rose from my chest to my cheeks at the look he gave me.
I realized the other men had disappeared at some point and probably gave Rune and me this moment alone as I rediscovered my weapon from my past. So my earlier feeling of the others watching me reach for my sword was just the weight of Rune’s eyes. Now I was thankful the others had left because of the look Rune gave me. Because I was going to be pushed up against the wall and fucked until I screamed my throat raw. I didn’t want the others to watch that.
I could already feel the promise of his body pressed against mine with his lips on my neck and him shoving his thick cock into my already soaked pussy. The promise of his hands roaming my body as he moved into me with rough snaps of his hips, taking me over the edge while he whispered dirty shit into my ear.
“Isa,” Rune growled. The warning reverberated through the empty room’s walls.
I snapped out of my dirty thoughts and swallowed as I broke eye contact, looking down at the sword in my hand.
“It’s gorgeous.” And I didn’t care anymore because I wanted Rune with every fiber of my being. My damn pussy had its own heartbeat, and I needed to be filled by him right now, or I was going to die.
When he didn’t say anything, I turned back to him. He kept his dark eyes on my face, not the weapon in my hand, as he took a step toward me, then another as he prowled toward me. I trembled, but this time, not from nerves. My body heated and flushed while my core grew wetter.
The way he watched me as he approached held promises of what he would do to me. His iridescent cape fluttered with his movements, but it was his damn tree-trunk legs that grabbed my attention for a moment. They were long and powerful, and I was sure they weren’t formed overnight after a gym day. And I got wet when I watched his thighs flex with every step.
Those were the thunder thighs I bounced on while I rode him.
My pussy clenched, and my clit throbbed as I could already feel him stretching me. I had to squeeze my sword tighter so I wouldn’t drop it from the phantom sensation.
I could make out the large outline of his erection, and it blew my mind that he would get turned on by me grabbing a sword. Raising my gaze to him, I lowered my hand to my side, still gripping my sword. I stood frozen in my spot as he took the one step up the dais and stopped before me. He towered over me and gazed down with the same dark eyes.
