My body shivers from the heat coursing through me. The flames grow stronger, threatening to consume me and the haziness of my mind makes it hard for me to figure out where Rune is taking me. I know we are away from Onix Moon now by the power I felt when we crossed their pack border.
“Hang on a little longer baby girl.” Rune’s voice pushes through the haze, making me focus for just a moment. I pull my face away from his neck, his scent of mint and vanilla being the water that keeps the flames at bay. His eyes are scanning our surroundings and I finally am aware enough to learn that we are in a forest. He looks down at me, a smile on his scared face and guilt ripples through me. The wounds I gave him the day he rejected me should have healed by now. Instead, four perfect claw marks scar his face.
“You hanging in there?” He asks, his voice distorted by the haze. I nod, hiding my face into his neck again and feel his heart beat quicken. The forest is still. Quiet. It’s like no creature will risk hindering us as the anger and lust radiating off of Rune and me keeps them at bay. The temperature changes around us without warning and I pull away to notice rock walls surrounding us.
“I am going to start a fire.” Rune states, settling me onto a soft surface that smells like him. I curl in on it, my hands clutching that the fabric. It seems I am on a sleeping bag. The room grows hotter and I whimper, the heat edging the flames inside me further.
“Shit.” Rune is by my side as soon as the whimper leaves my throat, his hands pushing back my hair as he watches me.
“Brynlee, what can I do?” He asks, worry and fear in his voice. I know my scent must be driving him crazy. Heat does that. It amplifies the scent of a she-wolf and affects the males around her. The worst one to be affected is their mate. For Rune to be holding himself back when my body is literally begging him to fill me is astonishing.
“I need you.” I whimper out, my voice sounding needy and raspy. Rune stiffens, taking a deep breath. I shiver, feeling his lust for me fill the air. His fingers trail down from my face to my neck. I moan, his touch cooling the flames and causing my body to shudder. He growls, the sound possessive and primal as his fingers continue lower. My legs part as I straighten out and I feel him push the tips of his fingers into me. I gasp, the pleasure from him slowly massaging against my pussy hazing my mind. His lips find mine, the deep kiss swallowing all the moans coming from my mouth while he curls his fingers in a come hither motion inside me. I moan, the sound long and feral and captured in the kiss.
His lips leave mine to trail down my jaw, to my neck. I am preparing myself to be marked suddenly, but his lips don’t stop and move lower before they claim one of my hard nipples, suckling and gently biting down. My hips move in time to his fingers, the feel of his tongue wrapping around my perk nipple mixed with his fingers inside me bringing me over the edge. My walls clench around his fingers as the flames move down to my core, causing me to scream and growl in pleasure. But he doesn’t stop there.
Rune moves to my other nipple, rolling it between his teeth as his fingers continue to push against me while I orgasm, causing my vision to go white. I thought his touch would lesson the flames but as soon as I come down from the orgasmic high, they roar to life inside me. Rune curses, pulling his fingers from me and I whimper in protest. His eyes stare into mine for a moment, his lips moving but the haze has taken over and I can’t hear them. I just whimper, reaching for his clothes. As if my body is being controlled by something else entirely, I rip his shirt from him without a care and Rune looks down on me in shock before he gives me an apologetic look. For what, I do not know.
His lips are back on mine for just a moment before he vanishes from my sight. I growl in frustration, the need to be filled and fucked growing as a primal roar leaves my lips. But the roar is cut short as I feel a tongue flick across my clit, causing the roar to become a moan. The touch belongs to Rune as his tongue moves from my clit to the slit of my pussy, lapping up the cum that has spilled out from him fingering me. He groans against my heated skin, causing me to shiver while he devours me. He laps up every bit of liquid, his tongue rough and gentle before he pushes inside my pussy. Another orgasm rips through me and my hips buck against his face.
A growl of approval sounds from Rune as he slurps up my orgasm and as I come down from the second high, he is between my legs, his hands on either side of my body. I feel the tip of his cock rubbing against me, Rune lubricating himself with my cum. Without me needing to beg, he thrusts himself deep inside me, fucking me slow and gentle. My hands clutch at his arms as I whimper and wither in pleasure, the flames slowly being doused while he kisses and licks at my neck.
His thrusts grow faster, harder, as he fucks me. There is no love making like there was on my birthday, just pure carnal fucking. He nips at my skin, biting and kissing everywhere he can, including my lips. His tongue dives into my mouth and I moan when his cock hits deep inside me. I can feel him grow harder, larger, inside me. He howls and moans my name like a prayer and I find myself doing the same as another orgasm rocks through me. This seems to be his undoing and Rune pulls out until the tip is barely inside me. With one hard thrust, he enters me, his cum shooting inside me in quick hot and thick spurts that intensifies my orgasm. My pussy milks him, edging him for more as I feel something grow at the base of his cock where we are connected.
As the flames die down, I recognize the full feeling, like someone has put a plug inside me. Before I fall asleep from exhaustion, the thought that Rune knotted me is the last thing I think about.