Page 36 of Revenant (Spirit Realm #2)

GUNNER

I stiffen at Rue’s touch, my hands tightening on her hips possessively, struggling against the need to keep from dragging her against me and claiming her for my own. The longer I’m around her, the harder it is to resist her.

Then I process her question, and a scowl puckers my face. “Of course not.”

I glare at her and huff in annoyance, barely aware I’m dragging her tighter against me. “No one is pissed at you, baby, so get that silly thought out of your head.”

Her nose crinkles adorably when she glances up at me with her teal eyes, and I carefully shift my hips to keep my dick from brushing against her. She narrows her eyes dangerously. “Then why are you avoiding me? If you aren’t upset, why can you barely look at me?”

My spine stiffens, my muscles suddenly rigid, and panic drums in my chest. It’s too soon. I can’t give her up just yet, not until I have a chance to ensure her safety.

I don’t realize I’m spiraling until Rue retreats, taking her touch with her.

Before I have time to snatch her close, Rue does a little hop and jumps on the mattress, then she’s flying toward me. Her arms wrap around my shoulder, her legs curl around my waist, and I automatically grab her ass and clutch her close. She’s so tiny in my arms, I’m afraid I will crush her.

When she tips her head back, a proud expression on her face, it’s hard to remember why this is a bad idea. “Rue…you need to be careful. I could have hurt you.”

She snorts so loudly that I’m surprised she doesn’t injure herself.

“You would never hurt me,” she responds instantly, and my chest warms at her belief in me.

But that only lasts for a second, and my insides go cold. “Not on purpose, but I’m different now.”

She raises a single eyebrow, then lowers her gaze to my chest, a hungry expression crossing her face. She drags her hand from around my neck, then boldly strokes me. When a pleased rumble fills the air, she nibbles on her bottom lip and peers up at me from under her lashes. “Yes, you are different. While you were sexy before you changed, you are even more gorgeous now.”

I gulp at her husky confession, opening and closing my mouth a few times as I struggle to form words to make her understand. Without being aware of it, I dragged her closer until my cock is nestled between her delicious thighs. The heat of her pussy sinks through my sleep shorts, and I become aware that the edges of her robe have fallen open, laying her bare to my gaze.

A belt keeps her chest covered, barely, the fluffy edges clinging to her glorious breasts. The robe dips low, revealing a slice of her skin down to her navel. The material slips dangerously off one shoulder, and I lick my lips as my hunger roars to life. I hold completely still, lest I breathe too heavily and the robe shifts again. I very much fear I will fall on her like a ravenous wolf ready to feast if I see even a hint of her pert nipples.

“Gunner!”

“Huh?” I jerk my attention away from her stunning body, blinking to clear my head, but the image of her sexy curves will forever be burned into my brain. A crooked smile quirks her lips when I finally gaze back at her, and I barely bite back a husky groan, desperate to kiss it off her face. I clear my throat, but my voice remains gruff when I speak. “What?”

“I said that I want you naked.” She blinks her pretty eyes up at me, her lashes fluttering, and I’m almost distracted, almost fall under her spell.

As a full body shudder ripples through me, I force myself to peel her off, the sensation akin to peeling off my own flesh. She clings to me, fighting me, but I’m so much stronger that she doesn’t stand a chance.

I gently set her back on the bed, sweat beading my brow at how hard it is to release her, and I drop her before temptation becomes too much. I grimace when she bounces, and I hastily step away, my eyes widening in panic when her robe shifts alarmingly.

Instead of being pissed that I manhandled her, Rue gains her balance and plants her feet on the bed. When she reaches for the belt of her robe, I stumble away, lifting my hands as if to ward her off.

Then all thoughts vanish, not a word leaving my parted lips, when the robe falls to the floor at my feet. I don’t blink, don’t breathe, and quickly thrust my clenched fists behind my back to avoid giving in to the impulse to reach for her.

My cock jolts at the stunning sight of her curves, pre-cum leaking from the tip, and I stifle a tortured groan as I study every fucking inch of her luscious body.

“W-What are you doing?” I stutter, my teeth aching, the small fangs in my mouth throbbing with the need to nibble and worship every glorious inch of her.

She shrugs her shoulder, her mouthwatering breasts jiggling with the movement, and I swear to the fucking gods that my knees weaken.

Satan’s balls!

If she even breathes wrong, my control will snap like a pencil, and I hastily take another step back…then jolt forward when I slam into the door at my back like I’ve been jabbed with a hot poker.

Rue lowers herself onto the bed, and I breathe a sigh of relief that she’s going to be reasonable. But instead of reaching for the robe, the little minx sits primly, opening her legs wide to give me a view of her gorgeous cunt, before crossing her legs, then leaning back on her arms so the full length of her body is exposed.

“You seemed shy.” She shrugs again, her breasts jiggling again like a fucking taunt. “So I thought I would undress first.”

My Adam’s apple bobs, and I think I swallowed my tongue.

“Rue…” Her name is nothing more than a tortured groan and a prayer all at once.

When she shoots a pointed glance at my shorts and I don’t move to comply, a tiny frown takes over her expression. She straightens, and her gaze drops to the ground. “You don’t want me.”

“It’s not that,” I protest, immediately taking a step toward her before I force myself to halt. I wave an annoyed hand down to indicate my cock, a wry grin twisting my lips. “You can see that’s untrue.”

Instead of being reassured, her face falls and tears fill her eyes. She blinks them away, as if trying to hide them, before blindly reaching down for the robe and dragging it onto her lap to cover her nakedness. “You do blame me for what happened.”

Her expression is so heartbreaking that I rush to her side and drop to my knees in front of her. She glances away, refusing to look in my direction, and it feels like she just reached into my chest and ripped out my heart.

I capture her chin and gently force her to look at me. “I don’t mind the changes, I promise.”

I shrug and smile at her incredulous expression. “I’ve always been a large man, I just have to learn my new limits.” When she doesn’t appear convinced, I continue, “I love that I’m stronger. You need protectors, and I can do that now.”

I scrub the back of my neck and confess the truth. “Most girls find me intimidating. Some might see me as a conquest, but most flinch when I near them.”

“Girls are stupid.” Rue crosses her arms and huffs in annoyance. “They aren’t me.”

“No, they are not,” I admit, my insides softening at her anger on my behalf. “No one holds a candle to you.”

My confidence takes a boost when she practically glows under my praise. I shake off the effect she has on me and focus on the point I’m trying to make. “Even guys see me as a conquest—a challenge where they pit themselves against me to see if they can win a fight.”

I hold up my hand before she can protest. “Do you remember the beating I took at the quarry? Those men didn’t like me winning, and they especially didn’t like me taking their cash week after week. When their women began to pay too close attention to me, they had enough. It was time to teach me a lesson.”

“You have to know I’m not like that.” Rue scowls at me, annoyance shining in her teal eyes. “You are not a conquest.”

“Exactly,” I whisper, allowing myself one quick touch and running the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “You treat me like I matter. For the first time in a long time, someone sees the real me.”

“I don’t understand.” Rue tilts her head to the side, a questioning look on her face. “Then why…”

“Because I love you.” The confession is torn from the dark pits of my soul, something that I never thought I would say to another person after my sister died.

“I love you too,” she says so softly that her confession is only a breath of air.

My heart bobs drunkenly in my chest, and I stare down at her dumbly. “But you can’t.”

Rue reaches forward…then flicks me hard right between the eyes. I flinch back, rubbing at the spot when it aches. “What was that for?”

“For being an idiot,” she says primly, glaring daggers at me.

I drag my palms against the stubble along my jaw, my eyes dropping to the robe in her lap. “The last person I told I loved them died on me.”

“Your sister, Maggie.” Her hand comes to rest right over my heart, and a yearning to feel her silky smooth touch everywhere has my skin prickling. “After we’re safe, we’ll contact her, and she can tell you that you’re being an idiot too.”

“Indubitably.” I snort at the very likely truth in her words and hope bubbles through my chest. “Are you sure it’s safe to contact her?”

The last thing I want is to put either of them in danger.

“You might be surprised.” Rue lifts her chin, a single brow raised. “I’ve had nothing but time on my hands the last few months—plenty of time to practice my abilities.”

A bark of laughter escapes me, and pride fills me. “Oh, I have no doubt you can do anything you put your mind to.”

“Anything but you,” she says bluntly, and my eyes drop away from her too perceptive gaze.

“I need more time,” I admit with reluctance. “As much as I crave your touch, I haven’t earned your forgiveness yet. I want everything to be perfect between us.

“I’m used to fucking girls, the sex with them rough and dirty. I’m not sure I can be gentle when I take you. I won’t risk hurting you. I need to learn some control first.” I lean forward, forcing her backward until she’s sprawled across the bed, the robe dropping forgotten to the floor. “But if you need my touch, it would be my honor to pleasure you.”

I don’t even wait for her permission, just nudge her legs farther apart. The scent of her arousal goes straight to my head…and cock. Licking my lips, I lean down and devour her pussy.

Rue whimpers and begs as I feast, and I drown in the delicious taste of her. I use my lips and tongue to torture her clit until her back bows, then I double down as her orgasm sweeps over her. Before she even comes down, I reach up and torment her breasts and start all over again. It’s not until her third orgasm that I finally release her, leaving her a trembling mess on the bed.

I wipe her juices from my chin and lick them from my fingers, unwilling to waste even the smallest bit of her desire for me. I don’t even feel bad that I rubbed my cock against the mattress, humping the damned thing, and came in my shorts like some randy teenager. Who fucking wouldn’t at the taste of her? Not surprisingly, I’m already hard again. I suspect that will always happen whenever she casts a sultry look in my direction.

“You’re forgiven,” Rue says, her voice husky from screaming. She peers up at me, seemingly unconcerned that her legs are splayed open, her pussy on display. “You were forgiven the instant you came for me at the asylum. The orgasms were just the icing on the cake.”

I snort, reaching down to straighten her legs, removing temptation before I give in to her demands and fuck her. When that’s not enough, I drape the robe over her stunning body. I’m too on edge, my lust riding me too hard. I don’t trust myself to take her without hurting her, and I tell her that.

“Then I’ll stay,” Jace calls from the doorway, and I nearly fall on my ass when I twist to glare at him over my shoulder. I scowl, ready to stomp his ass for spying on our private moment, and he holds up his hands to ward me off. “I heard Rue scream and came to check on her. When I saw the beautiful sight of her sprawled across the bed, I couldn’t look away.”

I’m somewhat appeased…and much to my annoyance, still fucking hard as a rock.

“And if you’re still worried” —Jace draws the belt from around his waist, then snaps the leather sharply in the air— “we’ll tie you down. Nothing will happen to Rue. You have my word.”

My indecision crashes into my need to claim Rue, and my resolve wavers and cracks. The guys promised they would make sure I didn’t hurt her, didn’t get too rough with her, but I never imagined they would keep their word in the bedroom as well. Which is stupid, because they’ve never once said anything that they don’t mean.

I glance over at Jace, wondering if he’s strong enough to contain me if I lose control, and the harsh look in his eyes is reassuring. He would take me down in a heartbeat if he thought I was a threat to Rue. I release a harsh breath, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her beautiful pussy.

“Okay,” I agree, barely able to contain the tremble that goes through me.

Better him than his fucking twin.

Forcing myself to my feet, I accept their terms with one stipulation. “Tie me up first.”

It doesn’t take long before I’m spread across the bed, tied to the headboard. Sure, I could break the belts with ease, but the leather is just a reminder to remain still. They will work for tonight. Next time, I will create a set of chains strong enough to keep me contained. My cock throbs painfully at the thought of Rue taking control and doing whatever she wants to me.

My eyes instinctively search the room until I find her watching me at the base of the bed. When they land on her, she reaches up and shrugs the robe from her shoulders. The material snakes down her body slowly, revealing her glorious curves one inch at a time until she’s standing naked in front of me once more.

I’ve never seen a more beautiful sight.

When a pretty blush fills her face, I realize I must have spoken aloud. Without hesitation, she places a knee on the bed and slowly crawls up my body. Her smooth skin brushes along my legs—completely skipping my cock, much to my frustration, even when it bobs like a good boy for her attention—before she glides along my stomach. When her body barely skims my torso, the phantom touch is almost too much. I’m nearly out of my mind when she reaches my face, her luscious lips hovering temptingly out of reach.

Leather creaks in warning, and I instantly relax against the bed.

Jace sits in the corner of the room, the angle allowing him to see everything. I’m more than a little shocked to find that I don’t mind being watched. Not only does it allow me to enjoy myself without fear of hurting anyone, but I like the idea of others seeing me claiming Rue as mine.

My reactions to her are more visceral than ever. After years of keeping my emotions in check, not having to hold anything back is incredibly freeing.

Rue peers down at me with a devilish smirk that promises retribution for my earlier teasing, and damn if my heart doesn’t skip a beat in anticipation, more than ready for her to claim me for her own. I think I’ve been waiting for her my whole life.

Without looking away from me, she closes the distance between us, and my breath halts in my lungs when her lips brush lightly as angel feathers against mine. It’s both too much and not enough, and hunger for another taste of her roars through me. I lurch upward and take her mouth in a kiss so blistering that a groan rumbles in my chest, and I can’t seem to get enough of her.

I will never get enough.

Rue doesn’t even flinch at the taste of herself on my lips, and there is something so carnal, so innately sexual about it that I find myself straining against the leather in a demand for more. Rue nips at my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, then plants a hand on my chest and shoves me back against the bed.

While I might have the strength to overwhelm her, I don’t have the will to resist her. I fall back against the bed at her touch, loving the sight of her sitting low on my stomach, the wet heat of her pussy driving me fucking wild.

Her beautiful breasts are in my face, and my mouth waters with the need to worship them. I open my mouth, ready to beg for the privilege, when she lowers her head, and my breath halts in anticipation of what she will do next. She nips and sucks her way down my neck, working her way across my collarbone, then traveling down my chest. Her plump, full breasts are pillowed against my torso as she torments me, and my hands clench with the need to touch her.

I’m not even aware that I’m trying to hump air until her sweet little pussy slides lower, and a snarl of frustration tears from me that my shorts block her touch.

“Strip me.” The order is both a plea and a demand. “I need to feel you against me. Please.”

Rue pauses, her lips right over my heart, and she lifts her gaze toward mine. There is something sexy about the way she peers up at me, her pupils dilated with lust, her expression ready to devour me whole, that has my dick throbbing for attention.

I’m not above begging, if that’s what it takes.

I have no shame, not when it comes to her.

Never once looking away, Rue slides lower, taking her time…and fucking stops when her breasts are right over my cock. I can’t help myself as I thrust forward, forcing my cock between her tits. From the sight and sensation of her lush curves, my eyes practically roll back up into my head in pleasure.

Rue smirks wickedly, nudges my thighs apart, and settles herself between my legs. I’m seconds away from protesting, ready to beg her to fuck me, when she leans forward, takes her breasts in each hand, and captures my cock between them.

I’m helpless to do anything but thrust, licking my lips at the erotic sight of me fucking her tits. The only thing that would make it better is if I were naked and my cum decorated her skin.

“Fuck,” Jace mutters, and I glance over to see him shifting in his chair, the outline of his dick clear through his pants, the brutal grip on the base of his cock the only thing keeping him from coming.

I don’t even blame the poor schmuck.

I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from jacking off at the sight of her either.

Sharp pain pinches my dick, and I suck in a harsh breath, whipping around to see Rue has leaned forward and taken the tip of my cock between her teeth.

The warning to keep my attention on her and her alone is impossible to ignore.

She releases me slowly, her chin nuzzling my cock, but she never once glances away. It’s such a fucking sexy sight that I know I will be jacking off to it later.

“Eyes on me, or I will be forced to punish you.” Her husky threat nearly has me coming. It’s only my need to be inside her that holds me back.

I nod obediently, unable to look away from the goddess before me. She threaded her way into my life, worked her way into my heart, and found a home in my soul. She is the love of my life, something I never knew I needed…and something I can no longer survive without.

“Good boy,” she purrs, her lips curling into a delicious smile that my mouth waters to taste. “You deserve a reward.”

A pleased rumble fills my chest, and I practically squirm at her praise. I’m so used to fucking a girl and leaving that being with Rue feels like the first time.

Every touch, every kiss is new and exciting.

While I’ve had girls go down on me, none have ever worshiped me like her.

Rue reaches up and grabs the edges of my boxers before carefully dragging them down my hips. My cock springs free, and I blush furiously when it almost slaps her in the face. I’m torn between being embarrassed and wanting to do it again.

She freezes, her eyes widening at the sight of my cock, and her mouth drops open. My chest puffs up in pride, but a thread of anxiety bleeds through me. Like everything else, the size of my cock has increased as well.

I swallow my worry and smile down at her. “Why don’t you come here and sit on my face? Let me pleasure you one last time, then we can join the others for breakfast.”

“But—”

“I didn’t have time to prepare you first. I’m too big.” I grimace, slightly mortified, and my eyes drop away in disappointment, but I refuse to hurt her because I’m a horny bastard. I can take care of myself in the shower later.

Rue snorts, and my attention snaps in her direction in time to see her tightening her grip on my boxers and dragging them the rest of the way off. She’s standing at the foot of the bed, flinging the shorts away like the material personally offended her.

She doesn’t move as her gaze lazily travels up my body, and I’m torn between covering up and showing off. Rue nibbles her lips as she takes in every inch of me, then she nods, her teal eyes full of confidence when she peers down at me. “Do you really think that I’m going to let you go now that I got you right where I want you?”

She huffs at the absurdity, a confident smirk on her lips when she places a knee on the bed and slowly crawls her way back up my body. All the blood in my head rushes toward my cock, and the damn traitor stands to attention, waving at her like it’s trying to fucking gain her notice.

I don’t have time to protest before she settles between my thighs and takes my cock in her dainty hands. She fists the monster, one hand on top of the other, unable to wrap her fingers around the beast, but I don’t fucking care. Just the feel of her touch is pure heaven, and I want more.

She takes her time with my cock, tightening her grip, stroking me, investigating the head as well as the base and my balls, leaving nothing unexplored as she experiments until she finds what I like best. I’m not even embarrassed as pre-cum coats her hands almost like a fountain. She spreads it around my dick until I’m slippery as fuck, the sounds almost obscene, and I love every fucking second of it.

One hand releases me, and she swipes a single finger over the head of my cock to catch the moisture, then sucks that finger into her mouth. My cock jolts so hard that she has to tighten her grip to keep me contained, and every muscle in my body turns rigid. I’m seconds away from shooting my cum right in her face. While I would love the sight, I’m even more desperate to be inside her.

As if sensing I’m at my breaking point, she shuffles closer, not stopping until she mounts me. She rubs her gorgeous pussy along my cock, spreading her heat and juices, and I can’t help but try and fuck into her with each delicious twist of her hips.

A drawer opens, the top of a bottle pops open, then Jace is holding out a container of lube.

“Thank. Fuck.” I reach for it, only to halt when the restraints pull me tight.

I think I whimper.

I swallow the sound when Rue grabs the bottle, shifts to rest her ass on my thighs, and pours a liberal amount of cold liquid onto my fucking cock. The chilled liquid is so at odds with my body temperature that I shudder, groaning at the dual sensations. I nearly go out of my fucking mind when Rue grabs my dick and proceeds to spread the liquid, then points the tip of my cock at her entrance.

I don’t think either of us is breathing.

As she slowly lowers herself, working my cock into her body, I tremble under the strain of holding perfectly still and not thrusting into her like a monster. She’s only a quarter of the way down my cock when she winces at the stretch, and I nearly cry in disappointment.

Her pussy is so hot, so tight, that I can’t imagine never claiming it completely.

Rue draws back, pulling off me, and I twist my arms to wrap my hands around the straps to keep from reaching for her. “It’s okay, I?—”

My protest evaporates when Rue lowers herself again, and a groan of pleasure rumbles in my chest at the sight of her pussy eating my cock. I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life. She does it again and again, working herself lower and lower each time. When she winces once more, Jace catches her hips to stop her movements and snarls in her ear, “Enough!”

Rue stubbornly shakes her head. “But I can take more, I can?—”

“The poor asshole is seconds away from blowing his load,” Jace says, cutting her off, his grip on her hips tightening when she squirms, and I swear I see stars.

“He’s right,” I pant, the struggle to remain still leaving me a trembling mess, seconds away from babbling incoherently for release. My balls hurt so bad that I swear they are about to explode. “You’re more than enough. Each time, you will be able to take me more and more, but I need you now. I don’t think I can take anymore, baby girl.”

Rue studies me closely, then her face relaxes, and I release a ragged breath. “Thank the gods,” I mutter, the need to fuck taking over completely. “Jace—hold her steady.”

Jace nods, a silent promise he won’t let anything happen to Rue, and I give in to the demands of my body and slowly begin to fuck up into her beautiful cunt. I’m torn between watching the pleasure spread across her face and watching my dick disappear inside her body. I’m careful never to give her too much. She’s so fucking tight that it’s a struggle not to rut into her like a beast, and I’m hypnotized by the way her pussy stretches around my length.

Thank fuck it doesn’t take long for her to start moaning, her hips rolling in time with my thrusts, her greedy pussy hungry for more. I reach forward, not even hearing the strap holding me in place snap. Then my fingers are at her core, stroking her clit in a hard, relentless pace. She tries to squirm away when it becomes too much, but I refuse to take it easy on her.

She tightens deliciously, and the flutter of her pussy around my cock becomes too much. Just as I feel her orgasm sweep over her, my cock pulses, and my cum explodes inside of her. It’s too much, my release almost painful, but I don’t let up my pace with my fingers as I bury myself inside her pussy, slipping in farther than ever…and she comes a fucking second time.

Rue collapses against me, sprawled across my chest, and I groan when it feels like she’s wrung my poor cock dry of every last drop. The other strap around my arm snaps as I gather her close. Jace leaves the bed, and I manage a nod of thanks to him before he vanishes out the door. My cock twitches in the aftermath, and her pretty cunt flutters around me in response. I run a soothing hand up and down her back until she relaxes against me, and I sigh in contentment.

The smell of food wafts through the door sometime later. When Rue’s stomach rumbles angrily, I chuckle…then we both groan as another wave of aftershocks ripples through us both. With a groan, I carefully slip out of her, already missing the warmth of her pussy. “Let’s get you cleaned up. After that workout, you need food.”

When she chuckles and flashes me a pleased smile, I lean down and kiss the tip of her nose. I allow her to shower in peace, mostly able to keep my hands to myself as we both focus on washing. Of course, my dick is ready to go for a second round at the sight of her naked body on display, but I gently push her hand away when she reaches for my cock.

“Food first,” I admonish, almost distracted when the last of the suds cascade down her body, hiding and showing off her curves at the same time. “You need time to heal.”

A smirk curls her lips, and her teal eyes dance with mirth. “Thank the gods for my fast healing.”

A tormented groan escapes me as she slips out of the shower, and I clench my fists to keep from reaching for her. We dress quickly, my control barely holding on by a thread when I see every inch of her sexy skin disappearing under her clothes, but I understand her need not to be away from the others for long.

After everything that’s happened, it’s going to be an ongoing battle not to smother her with my affections…and worry. She is my heart, my very soul, and I’ll be damned before I allow anyone to touch her again.

Before slipping out the door, I glance at myself in the mirror, taking in the changes for the first time. I almost expect to see a monster staring back at me. Instead, I see a man totally and completely in love with the woman he adores. Any lingering insecurities vanish, and I thank the universe for bringing her into my life, vowing to cherish and protect her with my last breath.