My breasts ached to be released from the restraints of my top. I had enough of being restricted by the corset, my fingers working at it to undo the straps. Rune stopped moving, helping me. We had it loosened, and my pussy spasmed around Rune’s dick as invisible fingers circled on my clit, and he moved inside me again with shallow thrusts.
“Rune,” I gasped, scratching my nails on his forearms as I was about to teeter over the edge into my orgasm.
Something crashed in the front of the cottage.
ChapterFifteen
Rune stilled inside of me, my heart pounding against my chest and ribs, my breaths ragged. We both stayed silent as my orgasm ebbed away, listening for another sound.
My mind spiraled as I thought of all the worst possibilities of what the crash was and why. I grabbed onto Rune’s forearms in a death grip with trembling hands, watching his face as he turned his attention to the door with narrowed eyes.
Only a few seconds passed since we heard the crash, and Rune must’ve heard something else because he shot off the bed, dragging me with him and working quickly to dress me. He tucked himself away, staying as silent as Death the whole time—oddly enough. I followed suit, trying hard not to freak out or make a sound.
One second his chest was bare, and the next, he had his armor and cape on like he never took it off. My thighs trembled, and our cum dripped out of me, wetting the inside of my thighs. Maybe because it was a serious situation now, but I wanted to clean our mess from me so it wouldn’t be a distraction.
I held my breath while trying to calm my heart, which was loud, and I was worried Rune could hear it. There was another bang from the front of the home where the others were. Muffled grunts followed.
Grabbing my hand, Rune gripped the handle of his sword with his right hand. He removed it from the scabbard. The metal sang with the same bone-chilling promise that death was coming.
I wanted to ask him what was going on. But that was silly of me to want to ask that after everything. Even if it was a whisper, I didn't want to give away our position.
With his eyes trained on the door, he never let go of my hand as we stood in the room. I was too frozen in my spot to glance around for an exit. If there were, he wouldn't stand next to me in a protective posture.
Harper yelled after crashes came from the front of the home, along with shuffling.
The hair at the back of my neck raised. My stomach churned as my heart stuttered over a beat.
She’s safe, I chanted in my head.
I had to believe it. Had to believe Rune wouldn’t lie to me about keeping Harper safe. Hluti was with her, and I hoped Slátra and Hlíf had returned while I slept so they were with her too.
Rune shifted, grabbing my attention as I tore my gaze from the door and watched him. He kept his narrowed eyes straight ahead as he guided my hand to his iridescent cape for me to grab. With his hand free, he silently opened the door, checked one way to make sure no one was waiting to come up behind us, and strode down the hall with quiet steps. I followed him with my fingers white-knuckling the silk of his cape.
Sounds of a struggle with grunts and pots clattering became louder as we grew closer to the others of our group. My hands shook so hard and hurt as my fingernails dug into my palms through the cape’s material.
Everything happened fast as Rune abruptly stopped, his sword out to his side as he readied to strike.
Hluti banged someone who wasn’t part of our group against the wooden table in the small kitchen. Pots and pans hung low from hooks above the newcomer’s bloody head, and a few knocked into him as he struggled against the massive Viking. Somehow he worked himself out of the tight grip, baring his teeth at Hluti as he punched him, jerking him back from the force.
The meaty sound of his fist connecting to Hluti’s nose made my heart drop to my feet. Dull pain branched in my face like sympathy pains as I watched Hluti fight the bad guy who was keeping up with him.
I was stunned that he wasn’t dead yet because of how massive Hluti was. But it confused me why Hluti wasn’t flashing like he did when he saved me from the demon. Instead, he struggled against him, the man keeping his hands on him the whole time, not letting the Viking gain the upper hand with his talents.
On the opposite side, near the front door, Slátra fought against two.
Harper was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Hlíf.
A large part of me knew he had to be with her and was keeping her safe.
But my heart still raced, and my chest tightened until it was hard to breathe.
How the hell did they find us? Why didn’t I feel them near? Or did they not use a portal like they’d been doing up until now?
Rune grabbed something from his chest and rocked his body as he threw it at the man Hluti fought. He didn’t wait to see it strike as he grabbed my hand and dragged me with him through the small area.
I watched with wide eyes and my mouth open as the dagger struck the attacker’s neck, embedding itself deep into his throat. Hluti grabbed the handle, twisting it with bared teeth, and jerked the blade to the other side, nearly decapitating him.
My stomach rolled from the sight of his head hanging by only a small tendon. His body dropped to Hluti’s feet as he turned toward me with narrowed amber eyes.
