Page 84 of Invoking the Blood
Her lids slid closed as she whispered, “Harder.”
Her imaginings changed. She now held the crop. Spurring him to her commands.
“Deeper.” The words escaped her as a breathy sigh. She rolled her hips, moving at a frantic pace.
Faye imagined brushing the crop down Rune’s shoulder, his side. Using it to push his hair from the side of his face so she could watch him worshiping her.
His name escaped her lips.
Rune stared at the loose pages, the only articles that predated Saith. He kept his gaze lowered, refusing to look at Faye. She read him too easily. Held too much sway over him.
She’d left his study and he listened as she ran a bath.
It did nothing for his self-control. Her scent lingered on him, the trace of her arousal stole his clarity and reason.
We would have her, in this very moment, if it weren’t for your foolish pride.The Ra’Voshnik thrashed from its confines. Rune buried it deeper until its screams were a far-off echo.
A heavy scent of roses wafted into his study. His brow lowered. Was she emptying vials into her bath? He ran the heel of his palm down his erection. He shouldn’t have taken her to witness court training. He shouldn’t care if she didn’t fit into his world. She wasn’t his.
He searched her mind several times, unable to find the spell tying him to her. The result of his effort left one explanation. No, he couldn’t be fated to a mortal peasant. She was as affected by their tie as he was. Rune sighed, knowing he lied to himself. He was far more affected by her, and she knew it.
He stood with a growl, abandoning his research. He needed to cleanse her scent from him and clear his mind. He phased to his room and undid his cuff links.
He stilled as Faye moaned. He glanced in the direction of her room as the Ra’Voshnik broke free. It raged to the surface, answering her. Rune’s fangs lengthened to sharp points.
She needs us.
Rune growled. He needed to clear his head. The minx tied him in knots and the Ra’Voshnik willingly embraced it. Rune exhaled reaching for patience. He’d offered to tend to her. Wanted to touch her so desperately he would see to her pleasure and forgo his own.
He gritted his teeth as he stripped off his shirt and jacket, tossing them aside in his frustration.
He reached for his pants and stilled as another breathy moan carried to his sensitive ears. He imagined the minx in her bath. Eyes closed. Her head tilted back as her moans slipped from her parted lips. Rune cursed under his breath as she moaned words, driving him to the brink of his control.
“Rune.” She moaned his name, and he couldn’t be certain if she did so out of passion or scheme. Worse he didn’t care.
The Ra’Voshnik circled his mind, urging him to her. For the first time in his long life, Rune and the Ra’Voshnik were in agreement. He opened their adjoining door and stalked to her bathroom. He knocked and the minx gasp, splashing water.
“Go away,” she yelled.
Ask to tend to her. Tell her she is our queen and we are hers to command.
“May I speak with you,” Rune asked through the door.
“No!”
Rune pressed his hand to the door. “Please.”
He heard her step out of her bath followed by the rustle of cloth. The door clicked and she stood before him wrapped in a towel. She glared up at him. “What?”
His dark queen stood before him. Radiant and powerful. A purr rumbled from his throat, and he stepped into her, crossing a line he no longer cared about.
Faye’s gold-flecked black eyes widened, and she took a retreating step, igniting every vampiric impulse within him.
Our queen longs to be chased.Rune agreed with the sentiment, taking each step she gave until the counter met her back.
Her breaths became shorter as her pulse raced. Rune leaned closer, resting his palms on the counter on either side of her. He brought his lips a moment from hers and waited.Touch me, he silently pleaded, awaiting her invitation.
Faye’s hands found his waist, her fingers sliding to hook under his belt. She leaned up brushing her lips over his and Rune closed his eyes. He groaned, unable to deny how right and true if felt to have her in his arms.