Page 11 of Fractured (Royal Sins #3)

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My arms were wrapped tightly around his neck and I didn’t plan to let go. I didn’t care where we were or where we’d come from, Rune’s lips were on mine and his tongue was in my mouth and the world could wait for a moment.

A very long, very hot moment.

The bird made of light had found the edge of a rock at our side to sit on and rest, and he was far away, but we didn’t really need much light. We had our bodies, our hands and our mouths, and we already knew each other’s body in detail by memory.

I was already moving on his lap, climbing higher, pressing my chest to his as he devoured my mouth with his tongue like he was starved.

Rune closed his hands around my hips and pulled me all the way until I felt his hard erection rubbing between my legs.

A moan came out of me and he swallowed it in his mouth, growling in return, moving me faster and without stop, until my panties were soaking wet.

Then his hands slid under my dress, fingers digging into my thighs as he kissed down my neck furiously.

My gasp echoed faintly against the rocks, as if I was still surprised at the way he felt when he touched me.

When he grabbed me and kissed me and bit my skin with such passion it was almost violent.

“Rune,” I breathed, his name a prayer on my lips, because now all I could do was sit there on his lap and let him have his way with me, push and pull me, lick and bite to his heart’s desire.

“Fuck,” he growled as he bit that soft spot between my neck and shoulder, surely leaving a bruise.

“Every time I try to keep my control, you wreck right through it.” Another bite on my shoulder that made me cry out, and the pain was so perfect that I held his head down for as long as he let me. “You’re my undoing, wilding.”

I liked that. I loved to be his undoing because he was mine.

Grabbing his face in my hands, I pulled his head up and kissed him again, sucking on his lips as I moved against his hard cock, every inch of me submitting to him already, to the pleasure he made me feel, to the connection we shared when we were like this.

It was different this time, too—the night sky was over us, and the waves of the dark sea crashed against the edge of the mountain below us, and we were sitting on the side of it as if to hide from everyone in the world except the moon and the stars.

My hands shook as I undid the buttons of his shirt, desperate to touch him.

“Get up,” Rune ordered, and a moan ripped right out of me at the sound of his thick voice. He sounded exactly like the shadows he commanded.

“Rune, no,” I said because the thought that he would stop me made me panic .

He grinned mischievously, and his whole face lightened up. Fuck, I wanted to lick and bite every little inch of him so badly it hurt.

“Oh, we’re not going anywhere yet,” he said. “Not until you scream my name for the stars and the sea to hear. Get on your knees, Wildling.”

Fuck, that was exactly what I needed to hear and didn’t even know it . “Yes, daddy,” I said with a grin of my own, just to hear the way he growled. Like a beast coming to devour his prey. His very willing prey.

The sound of him filled my head. He whispered under his breath about all the things he wanted to do to me, how he was sure that an eternity wasn’t going to be enough for him.

With his hands on my waist, he pulled me up to my knees, his warm lips everywhere on my skin.

He gripped my dress like he wanted to rip it off just like he’d done with my nightgown, but he thought better of it at the last second.

He just pulled it up and off me in one motion, and then I was only in my underwear kneeling in front of him, his legs between mine.

Rune kissed me like he was in a hurry, like he only had a little time to taste every inch of me. His lips were on my chest as his hands squeezed my breasts over my bra, and he kissed over my heart a million times.

I felt each one of those kisses to my very bones, and my heart beat stronger because of them.

Just hours ago, I’d been so sure that he’d stabbed me, and I knew he was thinking about the same thing while he kissed me.

Like he was apologizing. Like he was trying to make up for that illusion that had saved my life.

Words escaped me, though. I was too deep into this feeling, this connection, that I wouldn’t know how to speak.

My head fell back as he took my bra off together with that small vial I’d hidden there and placed them both gently to the side.

He didn’t bother taking my panties off as he touched me, gripped my breasts and bit my nipples, rubbed his fingers between my legs right over the soaking wet fabric.

My eyes remained open, and I could see the dark sky clearly, the small moon, almost full, the stars winking at me from where they sat and watched. I felt light as air, yet grounded, whole as Rune touched me, took everything he needed and gave me so much more in return.

He continued to whisper praise under his breath as he kissed up my neck and to my chin, my head still tilted up to the sky as I held onto his hair with my fists.

“Keep your eyes up, Wildcat,” he told me and then moved me, pulled me up and spun me around.

I did as he said, kept my head up and my eyes on the sky, but I felt everything he was doing, too.

I heard it when he took his shirt off, then pulled his pants down, sat on the ground behind me, and grabbed me again.

His fingers around my waist about broke my ribcage. His legs were between my knees, and as he pulled me back, he said, “Bend over for me just a little.”

Electricity shot up and down my skin like lightning. I arched my back and bent over while he guided me with his hands on my hips until I felt the tip of his hard cock press against my center, over the fabric of my panties.

My mouth opened but no sound came out. My eyes closed for a moment and I held onto his wrists, bent over, waiting…

Rune moaned as he moved himself up a little, and his hardness slid up my wet panties with such ease. But before I could beg him to hurry up, he did so all by himself, pushed the fabric to the side and brought the tip of him right between my wet folds.

I cried out and my eyes opened again, and I stayed in place, didn’t dare move, let him guide me. Whispering under his breath, Rune held himself up with one hand, and with the other he guided my hips farther and farther back slowly, until he was inside me all the way.

I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath until I sat on him all the way, my back to his chest, the sky and the sea so much more vivid to my eyes now.

“Fuck,” Rune choked as if he’d read my mind. “Sit still, wildling. Give me a moment…”

He sounded like he was in fucking pain.

I felt his urge in the way he gripped my hips to hold me down. I tightened my hold around his wrists and resisted the urge to move back and forth, just a little, just to feel him inside me all the way.

It was perfect, that moment, more so than any other so far. Rune was inside me and the view was magical and even though we were on a ledge at the side of a Mercove mountain, I wouldn’t have changed a single thing.

Then Rune moved me.

He pulled me up just a little and slammed me down again hard on his cock until I felt him everywhere inside me. My voice echoed in the night when I cried out, my muscles locked down, the pleasure sky-high already.

“Eyes up, Wildcat,” Rune said in that deliciously dark voice from behind, and the next time he moved me, he didn’t stop for a long time.

I kept my eyes on the sky and I sometimes screamed and sometimes whispered his name as I held onto his wrists.

My back arched more with each thrust, and Rune pushed and pulled me any way he liked.

Up and down, forward and back—I forgot my own name a minute in, and all I knew was the pleasure that threatened to break me wide open when it hit me with all its strength.

The mountain we were on disappeared, and in my mind, I saw his face every time he praised me and said my name, every time he growled and moaned.

When I was seconds away from jumping over the edge, he sat upright and wrapped an arm around my waist tightly to hold me down on his cock.

The fingers of his other hand slipped underneath my panties and pressed against my clit while he somehow thrust himself deeper from underneath me with all his strength.

He played with me so masterfully that I didn’t last longer than ten seconds, if that.

The orgasm really felt like it tore me wide open, and every muscle in my body locked down tightly. The stars most definitely heard me screaming out his name. The entire fucking realm probably heard.

Rune wrapped both arms around my waist and bit the side of my neck as he held me down and thrust his hips up a few more times, until he came, too. His moan was imprinted on my skin together with his teeth, and he kept moving us for a long time after, making the feeling last as long as it could.

I had no more energy left in me so when he leaned back against the rocks, I fell back on his chest, breathing heavily, tired but my soul and my heart were full.

Rune didn’t let go of me for a long time as we sat there to catch our breaths, and he kissed the tender spot where he’d almost bitten off my skin, whispering to me about how good I felt when I came with him inside me.

My eyes were half closed and a smile played on my lips when I said, “I love you. ”

He kissed my shoulder again, deeply, and whispered, “It somehow sounds better each time.”

“Do you see it?” I wondered, though we were both looking at my hand between his. My forearm that I could have sworn had become silvery. It wasn’t glowing, not really, but it was more like I’d put on some silver shimmery lotion or something.

My skin had done the same that night I made it to Raja.

“I do,” Rune said, running his fingertips down my forearm.

It didn’t stop shimmering silver—and not just my arm, but my entire body. I had put my dress back on, but I could see my legs, and my chest. It was everywhere.

“Do you feel any different?” Rune asked.

“No. Just…tired. Calm.” My eyes fought to close—I was lying on his shoulder after all. The most comfortable place in all the worlds. “What does this mean exactly?”

“Moon magic,” Rune said. “You’re moonmarked. That’s what they call the magic of the werewolves.”

“I’m no werewolf, though.” That I didn’t randomly shift into a wolf was a dead giveaway.

“No, you’re not.” Rune turned and planted a kiss on my forehead. “We’ll know soon why it’s in you.”

“ In me.” The way that sounded. “Does that mean it can be taken out as well?” I was just curious because I didn’t plan to try to do that. At least not yet.

“It hasn’t been heard of before, but it’s magic,” was Rune’s answer.

“ I haven’t been heard of before, either.” Which was a cosmic fucking joke for real, just like everything else about my life right now.

“Are you sleeping?” Rune asked after a moment, and I hadn’t even realized that I’d closed my eyes at all. But it was so peaceful out there with the sky and the sea reflecting the light, glowing here and there, my bird sleeping while it sat at the edge of a rock above us.

“No,” I said because though my eyes were tired, my mind was still awake. “I keep thinking about what Helid said.” Those words seemed to have been stuck on repeat in my mind any time I was calm enough to be aware of what I was thinking.

“Me, too. The curse he spoke about—Merenith has no idea what it is.”

“So, who does?”

“The seer, maybe.” My stomach turned and regret made its way through my veins all over again.

I should have agreed to see that woman again. I should have pushed her to give me answers yesterday.

“We still have the vial. We’ll figure it out soon,” Rune said. “Tomorrow.”

I raised my head and kissed his jaw. “Tomorrow.”

But tomorrow did not look like either of us thought.