He made a sound of approval, smashing his lips to mine. I squeezed my eyes shut, breathlessly kissing him back, fast and rough. Our teeth knocked against each other, our breaths quickening. I buried my hands in his hair, fisting large patches as he kept rocking me on him, encouraging me to move with him. My cheeks flamed, and my pulse thundered in my ears as I dry humped his thigh, my pussy soaking through my shorts to his leg.
I was a smidge frustrated he’d spank me for feeling guilty about others getting hurt because of me. But the feeling was gone and forgotten for now as he brought his hand up, cupping my breast roughly as he kept rocking me against him.
“Your needy little pussy wants my dick. I can feel you clenching with the memory of me stretching you. But good girls get rewarded, and you’re a naughty girl. So you’re going to take whatever I give you,”Rune murmured huskily through our bond, stroking my mind with his words and his soul brushing mine, which was like a zap straight to my clit.
A small whimpering moan slipped from me and into his mouth that he swallowed, muffling the tiny sound. My core clenched again. Another gasp escaped me as he pinched my nipple. He worked me higher until I was right there on the edge of my orgasm. I only needed the last push.
When he kissed over my jaw to my ear, he whispered, “Come for me, beauty. Make a mess on my thigh.”
I bit my lip to muffle the ungodly sounds as I came. I bucked against him with his help, my body trembling and my heart thundering. Sweat beaded and tingled on my upper lip as the pleasure mixed with adrenaline rushed through me.
“Gods, that’s it, naughty girl. I can feel your cum on me,”Rune groaned into my head through our link. He stayed there, going through the high of my orgasm while he worked me through it. When my teeth on my lips slipped and a cry escaped me, he caught my mouth with his at the start of the sound, swallowing it.
My fingers curled into his scalp, and my fingernails dug in, making him groan from the bite of pain. His dick swelled more—if that was possible—and throbbed. He didn’t come and wasn’t there yet. But he didn’t force me to continue moving against him to return the favor as I stopped rocking on him, my breaths shuddering in his mouth as our kisses slowed.
I slid one of my arms down, hooking it around his shoulder to rest my palm halfway on his back—not even close in the middle since he was so large. He was a mountain with his build, making me look like I was tiny while in his arms. And I wasn’t short or petite. But I loved how he complemented me. Just like I did him.
At some point, we stopped kissing, our lips parted with our heavy breathing still brushing against each other. I opened my eyes, finding him already watching me, his pupils blown. My face was sweaty and tingly. I was sure I looked like even more of a hot mess from it.
What just happened hit me, and my pulse hammered loud in my ears. My stomach flipped, and I bit my lip.
Why did I get turned on by him threatening to spank me? How did that end up with me humping his leg and coming on him?
Why?Why the hell was I getting turned on by this?
Rune brought his hand to my throat under my jaw and held me in a firm grip as he leaned back, smirking. His dark eyes were hooded as he watched me like a wolf watching his prey from the shadows.
“Like I said... because you’re a naughty girl,” Rune answered.
He moved his hand so his calloused thumb stroked my bottom lip. His eyes followed the movement before they raised back to mine.
Through our link, he shared a fantasy of laying me on my back on a bed with my head bent over the edge as he stood over me, fucking my throat. Through the bond of his fantasy, he shared the feel of my mouth and throat around his dick. The bite of my nails into the back of his thigh as I urged him on. My legs spread wide with my free hand between my thighs, fucking myself and giving him a show. He shared the warmth and wetness of my throat that made his balls tighten and his toes curl. I didn’t know whether to hate him or love him for sharing the sound of me gagging and gasping for air as he forced me to take all of him into my throat.
“Such a good girl,”he whispered to me in his fantasy, his voice low and hoarse.
I squirmed, my pussy throbbing, and I ached for another orgasm. A moan slipped from me. Rune’s pupils dilated, and his nostrils flared. I felt his need to come, how much his balls ached with the need to spill himself inside me.Or on me.
My eyes fluttered from that thought.
“We need to stop,” Rune said in a low, gravelly voice. His words curled together with his accent. “We’re getting off track here.”
I blinked, trying to clear my head. Though, it helped as irritation swept through me again and stayed.
Shoving at his shoulders, I weakly snarled, “You’re the one who started this.”
He shot me a shit-eating grin as he trailed his hand from my jaw to cup the back of my neck. He pulled me in closer with a husky chuckle.
“You’re the one who’s panting with need and pussy clenching to be filled.”
“For fuck’s sake,” someone—more than likely Slátra—groaned from the other room. “Stop talking to each other like two young lovers just now discovering your pussy and dick and what you can do with it. Fucking tell her about her friend orIwill.”
Quickly, I sobered and leaned back as my eyes strayed from Rune to glance over my shoulder, only for Rune to grab my jaw, bringing my attention back to him. All the playfulness was wiped away from him as he watched me with the same hesitancy he had when he mentioned something about my friend.
“Where’s Hlíf?” I asked again.
Rune drew his eyebrows together. His confusion filled me, becoming my own.
“He’s in the other room. Why do you keep asking about him?”
