Something about looking into his eyes and having access to his mind did bad things to me.
“Seeing you holding your sword again does something wicked to me. Always has and always will.” He raised his large hand and ghosted his fingers over the hair that fell around my face. What he was doing right now was drawing it out for the both of us as he withheld his touch. I swear to god he was the master of teasing and building sexual tension while I wanted nothing more than for him to bend me over and fuck me until I came screaming. “I want to see you slay your enemies with it, then fuck you raw on the battlefield covered in their blood.”
A small moan escaped me at the visual he painted with his words. His promise. I shuddered in excitement as I thought of the future of being in battle and killing someone with my sword. I’d never thought I would kill someone. I had already killed a couple of people, and it made me throw up afterward. It was wrong to murder people, but with the threat against me, Iwantedto kill them. Iwantedto kill the asshole who had stabbed me to death. But he was dead so I couldn’t do that.
This wasn’t like me. This wasn’t me at all, needing to kill people who were after me. I wasn’t raised like that. It felt like a thrill that was shoved in the darkest recesses of my mind never seeing the light of day until now. Until Rune pulled it out of me with a few words about slaying and fucking.
Was this something from my past life? Getting excited about battling and killing?
The dream I had of a memory passed through my mind of me riding into battle with excitement and blood lust. The guilty desire to kill people, and biting my tongue to keep from telling people the gruesome ways I wanted to kill them.
It had to be then.
My nipples hardened into peaks, the piercings making them more sensitive. Just having the tight armor on made my breasts ache. Freakin’ached.I couldn’t believe I felt it because I always thought the romance books I read that talked about heaving chests and aching tits were full of shit. Not once had I felt my breasts swell with need or grow heavy. Not until Rune, and I didn’t know what the hell was happening there. But I wanted Rune to touch me, pull my sensitive nipple into his mouth and drag his teeth on it as he sucked.
My breaths became shallow, and I trembled with my desire, finding it harder to hold back from jumping on him and screaming,fuck me, Daddy!God, I think I had a Daddy kink on top of all the creampies and his cream in general.
Rune let loose a rumble that vibrated deep in his chest and went straight to my throbbing clit. He leaned down and kept his mouth from touching mine. But my lips tingled with his hot breaths and the zaps of him nearly touching me.
Why was he teasing me?
Why wasn’t he kissing me and taking me now? I knew he heard my thoughts. He never could resist telling me Daddy would take care of me.
His eyes darkened another shade and drank me in, not missing a single expression that crossed my face. His nostrils flared, and I was sure he could smell my arousal as if he were between my legs and taking in a large breath like I was the finest wine. I could search for the answer in our link, but my mind was spinning, and I couldn’t focus on anything but needing him.
“I’ll...” The tip of my tongue peeked out to wet my lips. “I’ll be going into the battle with you then? With my sword?”
Why did I ask him that? Why were we still talking about battling and not about the nasty things Rune was going to do to me? I wanted to hear how he was going to make my ass clap or some shit like that.
He smirked as he kept eye contact. His pupils dilated, and I knew he heard my thoughts but still didn’t make any comments. Instead, he smiled, but it held no humor—it was something darker. Wicked. It reminded me of the Cheshire Cat, knowing every little secret that he was going to use for his own gain.
“If I feel you can handle your own. But I promise, I’ll keep training you so you can awaken the part of you that’s been sleeping.” He lowered his gaze to the sword in my hand, then raised his gaze back to my face. He smirked. “But I guarantee you, you’ll battle one day, and I’ll be there fighting beside you. When it’s over and you kill everyone, I’ll keep my word and fuck you there while you’re covered in your enemy’s blood.” His nostrils flared, and some black bled into the whites of his eyes. “We’ve done that many times and I plan for many more in the near future.”
The sword clattered on the ground after I dropped it. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stood on the tips of my toes, and he met me halfway for the kiss I’d been dying for. His full lips pressed against mine, sending heat through my body. A moan slipped from me, and he took advantage, slipping his tongue into my mouth and tangling it with mine.
He tasted like strawberries again and the unknown berry that was his flavor.
He grabbed my ass, squeezing as he picked me up and swung around to sit on the large chair. My arms rubbed against the fur pelts behind him as he leaned back with me straddling him. His hands never left me, his fingers would probably leave behind bruises where he gripped me on my ass. And I didn’t care. I loved having his marks on me.
But I realized he didn’t push me against the wall like I had thought he would do. Though this was even better and hotter.
I whimpered when he moved his hands from my backside to touch me everywhere. My core pulsed around nothing, and I so fucking badly wanted him inside me. I needed to feel his bare skin and soak up his warmth.
My hands weren’t steady as I worked off his armor. It was a bitch to unfasten since I never learned how to remove it. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing and how to get it off, but Rune spared me the frustration as he took over. Immediately, I missed his hands on me and whimpered into his mouth as I rocked against him.
He groaned. “Patience, beauty. You’ll have me in a moment.”
When his armor was removed and he leaned back from the kiss to remove his shirt, I immediately touched his chest with a sigh. He groaned, and his muscles contracted under my fingers as I dragged them along and down to his pants.
He growled and captured my lips again, nipping and sucking on my lower lip as he roughly worked my pants down and lifted me like I weighed nothing. Still kissing me, he continued to yank my pants all the way down until I could straddle him comfortably. I fumbled with his pants, and he helped me again with getting started. But he didn’t the rest of the way and made it known that I had to work to get his dick out.
Pulling away from the kiss, I panted as I watched him with parted lips. I knew what he was doing. He wanted me to take from him and work for his cock.
He put his hand between us and slowly rubbed his thick fingers between my wet folds. He circled my clit with my arousal. A low moan escaped me when he slowly pushed one of his fingers into me, then removed it.
“Go on, dirty girl. Get Daddy’s dick out,” Rune rumbled, and it went straight to my core.
God, he really wasn’t going to let go of that small thought I had. And strangely, I was happy about that. It wasn’t a secret anymore that it affected me when he called himself Daddy.
