Realm Walker's Awakening: Realm Walker #2, page 14
I raised my eyes to his face. His blue eyes narrowed, and his jaw set as he seethed at whatever was in the darkness.
Whoever it was, they were trying to send me a message that I couldn’t make out, and Rune wasn’t happy about it.
He scooped me up in his arms, turned around, and carried me to the other side.
“Beauty,” he rumbled to me, his voice laced with irritation.
I knew from the tone of that one word that he was going to take it out on me. It’d been building since I came back to life. The way he threatened to spank me, made me ride his leg, showed me his fantasy of fucking my throat in a brutal punishment as he worked out his pain and anger while pleasuring me and making sure I enjoyed it too.
And it didn’t take much thought for me to know I’d let him do it all to me.
Chapter
Eleven
Dry leaves crunched under Rune’s boots as he strode with me still in his arms princess style. The sword at his hip clacked against something, a metal ting ringing with each footstep. I didn’t know what it was hitting against, but the sound alone promised death to anyone who wasn’t an ally.
“I can walk,” I said, breaking the tense silence between us.
Nature sang its soothing night song, helping me relax further into Rune’s arms. Crickets chirping reminded me of humid summer nights as I grew up in the countryside. Toads called to each other, and somewhere nearby an owl hooted.
Branches of the large trees on both sides of us swayed in a gentle breeze, adding to the music of nature. A piece of my damp hair fluttered over my nose from the wind. As I gazed around us, I brushed it away with my finger.
With Rune’s touch, my heart swelled. I was overwhelmed with love as I took in the scenery’s beauty. Something about this filled me with pride. I felt one with it. Which wasn’t unusual since it’d been something I grew up with. Connecting with nature had always been one of my favorite pastimes.
The sounds of the night were by far one of my favorites of nature that always made me relax.
I’d spent many nights outside when the weather was nice, just so I could sit in silence, listening to the lullaby of everything around me. My parents had a home in the country where the nearest town was half an hour away. The nearest neighbor was a mile down the road.
So I never heard anything but nature. And it always felt like I was in the right place as I star-gazed. But I was missing something as I searched the dark sky dotted with stars. There was always the gaping part of me that was raw and missing the one piece that would make me whole.
I always had an inkling it was a person who was missing.
I’d always been a daydreamer and a hopeless romantic. Often, I imagined the man who was made for me gazing at the moon at the same time. I wondered what he was like, what he looked like, what made him smile, what his favorite food was, if he ever thought about me and what I was like.
As I stared at the moon, I prayed to him.
I grew up in a Christian home and was taught about god. But I never really felt that connection. It interested me, yes. But it wasn’t something I devoted my life to. There was so much more out there, and I never felt like god deserved my devotion.
But when I thought about the man of my dreams, I prayed to him. I devoted myself to him like I already had a connection with him. And I believed he was out there, and maybe . . . just maybe, he heard my little prayers.
Did Rune ever hear them? Did he ever look at the moon at the same time I did and pray to me? Did he feel that same missing chunk that ached until we met at Starbucks?
“Yes . . .” Rune said, his voice deep and gravelly. I turned toward him, my lips parting as my heart fluttered against my chest. Did he . . .? His eyes met mine; anger and fear mixed until they became one in the ocean blue. “I know you can walk, but if I let you out of my arms for even a second, something will take you away from me again. And I fucking refuse for you to be ripped away from me again.”
A shaky breath escaped me, meaning to ease the tightness in my chest when it didn’t. Instead, it was like someone handed me a star a million light years away from Earth that would grant any wish, then snatched it away before I could touch it.
I thought he answered my thoughts, my longing to know if he heard my prayers and if he prayed to me too, but that was silly to think. He couldn’t hear my thoughts. The link wasn’t connected.
When I cringed at my mistake of assuming he heard my thoughts, Rune cocked his head and bunched his eyebrows. I turned my head to keep him from seeing my embarrassment and the letdown.
I really thought his answer meant he heard my prayers to him . . . how stupid of me. I didn’t have our link opened, so how could I get upset with him about it? It’d be just as stupid to get mad at him if I were to have a dream where he cheated on me. It wasn’t his fault.
But why did my heart hurt? Why did I feel like I was about to throw up from being so upset?
Logic was gone. Maybe a small thread was there, but not anything for me to grab onto and see reason.
“Isa.”
It was wishful thinking on my part that he heard me years ago. It was a stupid thing I did as a kid growing up. Sitting outside under the blanket of the stars, head tilted back with my eyes on the bright moon. I even got so emotional a few times I shed a tear or two, asking where he was. And I didn’t even know who he was. But that need was so strong for him.
Something inside me tugged each time I thought about him growing up. Even as an adult, there was a tug at that missing piece. Like I was pulling the missing piece to me, to find me.
I wasn’t aware until now that I hoped with us being soulmates that we could hear each other before we met, and that was somehow how he found me. I knew I never heard him, but I held onto the sliver of hope that with Rune being a god, he heard me. That he’d felt me and knew I was out there waiting for him.
I was yanked out of my thoughts as Rune moved me in his arms. My back met the rough bark of a tree when Rune shoved himself between my legs, so his hips nestled against mine. When I moved my hands to rest on his shoulders, he grabbed my wrists with one of his hands, pinning them above my head.
He gave no time for me to process what he was doing before his mouth slanted over mine in an unyielding kiss. My flesh pebbled, and my nipples hardened as he rocked his already hard cock against my core. I whimpered into his mouth, and he took advantage of the opportunity, sweeping his tongue into my mouth, exploring and tasting me.
He tasted like strawberries again.
Why did he always taste like strawberries?
Everything about him was demanding, and I couldn’t do anything but respond eagerly. It was a distraction from my hellish thoughts and worry. Him kissing me made me feel exactly how I felt when we were back in the store with his hand around my throat.
I was safe, and he was going to take care of me.
A moan slipped from me, followed by his groaning as he ground his throbbing erection against my wet core. Already I was aching with the need to come. I rolled my hips against his, trying to relieve the throbbing in my clit.
“Rune,” I whined into the kiss. I rocked my hips against him, showing what I wanted. What I needed. “Please.”
He groaned, nipping my bottom lip and sucking on it. I whimpered, my pussy getting wetter. He released my lip with a pop and drew his head back. His hand on my wrists tightened as he gazed down at me with hooded eyes. His kiss-swollen lips parted with soft pants. He rocked against me with one powerful thrust of his hips, watching me like a wolf watching a bunny that was his next meal.
My mouth parted on a moan, my eyes fluttering closed for a moment as my pussy clenched on nothing. I needed him inside of me so badly. I wanted that connection and didn’t care if he was rough with me. But I needed him to stretch me, fill me with not only his flesh, but also his essence.
I wanted his cum dripping from me, reminding me he was inside me and that he made me scream for him. And I wanted to be reminded of all the filthy things he said to me while he fucked me like an animal.
My cheeks flushed, my thighs clenching on his hips.
“Please what?” he rasped, his voice low and gravelly. His dark-blue eyes flicked down to my chest, watching the quick rise and fall before he met my gaze again. “What do you want?”
We both knew what I wanted. And we both knew he just wanted to hear me say it. I was sure Rune had a thing for making me beg. For me to show how badly I wanted him to be the one to make me come.
My face flushed, and I whined, leaning my head back against the rough bark of the tree. I fisted my hands, bucking against him to create the delicious friction I fucking wanted. It was becoming too hard to think about anything other than stopping the ache between my legs.
He was giving me the equivalent of blue balls, dammit.
“You,” I whimpered, rolling my hips against his.
He pressed his erection harder against me, his eyes darkening and his nostrils flaring as the corner of his lip curled into a smirk with no humor. His hand holding my wrists tightened as he leaned in slowly until his breath fanned against my parted lips.
My pulse was racing and my breaths were coming in short pants with the small move. It sent zaps of pleasurable electricity through my bloodstream, more specifically from my clit to the rest of my body.
What was it about him taking control over everything that really did a number on me?
“You already have me. Now use your big girl words and tell me what you really want.”
Warmth bloomed up my neck to my face with tingles. My tongue was thick and numb, which made it impossible to talk as I stared at him with longing, showing him through my eyes what I needed.
Rune’s smirk curled higher, and he clicked his tongue as he ran his hand up my hip to skim under my corset. He could barely make it under the armor, but he still managed some skin contact, raising goosebumps along my arms.
“Be a good girl and connect the link, elskan mín,” he tsked and rocked against me once to give me a reason to do as he said.
He teased me as he fingered the buttons on my pants, popping them open. My breath caught in my throat while he one-handedly worked my pants down to expose my ass and pussy. He left my pants bunched around my thighs, keeping me from opening my legs further while I still cradled him between them. It gave him more control over where he wanted me and how I’d be taking it.
What was it he said earlier?
“Good girls get rewarded, and you’re a naughty girl. So you’re going to take whatever I give you.”
I whimpered, and my arousal gushed out of me at the memory of what he said.
Slowly, his smirk curved into a pleased smile as he adjusted me so my back was flat against the tree and brought my legs up against his torso with my ankles resting on his shoulders. I gasped and squirmed but stopped when his hand came between us. His thumb rubbed along my pubic hair just above my throbbing clit.
He had me spread perfectly for him, my ass hanging out and so close to his lap where he could easily pull out his dick and fuck me like this.
Oh god, now I imagined him taking me in this position and couldn’t think of anything else. And I was sure if I connected the link with him right now—like he wanted me to—he would give me what I wanted. He’d reenact all my fantasies and the things I wanted to do with him.
By some miracle, I managed to force out clipped words that were husky.
“Come,” I panted and bucked my hips against him, chasing his hand to make him touch my bundle of nerves. “Make me come.”
With his eyes still on mine, he dragged his fingers down and rubbed along my wet folds. A rumble built in his chest as he discovered how wet I was and how badly I needed this. He took a step closer to pin me further against the tree so there weren’t any slips causing me to fall on my ass. With the small adjustment, my legs stretched further than I could handle, but my core spasmed, more arousal dripping out of me and onto his hand as I imagined him inside me like this.
“How badly do you want to come?” he murmured, his voice thick, and his words curling together as his accent grew heavier.
I moaned as his calloused finger pushed past the lips of my pussy and stroked outside my opening to spread the wetness to my clit and rubbed with light pressure. My eyes fluttered shut as I arched my back, pushing closer to his hand while I jerked my arms to release his hold on my wrists above my head. He kept his tight hold on me and worked a little faster on my clit, making me whimper.
Just as fast as he increased his pace, he stopped and smirked at me when my eyes shot open. My lips parted, and I tried, really tried, to scowl at him. But instead, I pouted at him like he had just eaten the last piece of cake meant for me.
His smile widened, and his eyes danced with mischief.
“Answer me.”
I drew my eyebrows together and blinked a couple of times as I tried to remember his question.
“What?”
I yelped, which turned into a whimper when he slapped my pussy.
Rune groaned and moved my legs so I didn’t fold in as he leaned toward me, brushing his nose and lips along my ear, jaw, and cheek. His mouth whispered over mine, not really kissing but teasing me as I chased after him for a kiss.
Pleased, he smiled against my parted lips and feathered a kiss to the corner of them.
“How easily you get distracted when you’re needy,” he murmured, his warm breath fanning against my mouth. “I love that about you. Love that you lose yourself in me and trust that I will always take care of my needy little mate. But I also love it when you tell me how badly you want to come. Love it when you beg for me to take you over the edge. Whether it’s from my fingers . . .” I whimpered when he circled my clit once. “Mouth.” He kissed me softly. “Or cock.” He thrust his hips to mine, pushing his hand harder against me, and creating delicious friction.
All thoughts were gone, and words were no longer on the table. I couldn’t even remember my name or what the hell we were supposed to be doing before I found myself pinned to this tree.
I panted, bleary-eyed, gazing at him as he leaned back to watch me with a lopsided smile. Even though it was dark, I watched his pupils dilate as he slipped two fingers into me while his thumb rolled my bundle of nerves.
Throwing my head back, I muffled a whimper with my front teeth biting into my bottom lip from the fullness of the invasion.
“Rune,” I gasped, inclining my head to watch him.
“Mmm.” I closed my eyes as his lips brushed my ear while he pumped his fingers a couple more times, then stopped. “Beg me,” he ordered with a deep rumble, his teeth catching my earlobe.
I couldn’t force my eyes open and went along with Rune as he eased my head back so he had easier access to my throat as he trailed wet kisses.
The tension building in me grew until I was trembling, my breaths heavy. My nipples were hard and chafed against the soft cotton of my shirt and the leather corset that made my breasts ache. The bottoms of my feet tingled until my toes curled inside my boots as Rune worked his fingers in and out of me making wet noises while his magnificent thumb rolled my clit.
“Please,” I whispered breathlessly. Licking my dry lips and bucking my hips to make him go deeper, I forced myself to crack open my eyes. “Please, Rune.”
He raised an eyebrow with the same grin as he pulled his head away from my neck.
“You can do better than that. Try again.”
He curled his fingers into me, stroking against a spot inside me I didn’t know existed until him. With his thumb still giving my bundle of nerves attention, I about jumped out of my skin from the zap of pleasure. My eyes rolled back, and a scream caught in my throat, coming out strangled as he kept the same rhythm with his magic fingers. With each of his strokes, my pussy made wet noises that only turned him on as he dragged his tongue along my neck and nipped under my ear, his hips rocking into my hanging ass.
My toes curled, and my thighs clenched on his hand as I was right there, needing a little more to go over the crest of my orgasm. The walls of my pussy quivered around his fingers, little gasps escaping from me that turned louder.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned as I humped his hand.
“Ah ah ah,” Rune tsked and chuckled when I whined as he stopped moving his fingers.
I jerked my body, trying to free my hands from his unyielding hold so I could wrap my arms around him to pull him in for a kiss, hoping it would make him stop teasing me. If I showed him how badly I wanted him to push me over the edge, he wouldn’t deny me. Right?
What would make his control snap and drive himself into me?
“Rune, please, for the love of god, make me come or I’ll never have sex with you ever again!” I shrieked as I jerked side to side in his hold. The move created delicious friction against his hand between my legs.
He chuckled, low and husky. My mind blanked, and my breaths shook as I imagined a fantasy of him railing me like this. Like a man on a mission from god, he pumped his fingers into me while curling them to hit the same spot inside me as his thumb circled harder on my throbbing clit.
A scream welled in me as I trembled from the rushing sensations of my orgasm. My toes curled, and my back arched into him as I could only gasp with whimpers. Tingles started from my pussy that spread to the rest of my body.
“Fuck, Isa. You always look so goddamn beautiful as you come. Like a fucking goddess,” he groaned as the walls of my cunt clamped down on his thick fingers when I came.
Finally, he released my hands to place his now free one on my lower back, then down to my bare ass, and squeezed. My hands automatically grabbed onto him. He shuddered with a pleased rumble when one of my hands grabbed onto his hair, giving it a yank. His fingers worked faster, the sounds I made spurring him on.
My head spun, my blood roared in my ears, and my quick gasps were deafening. Stars burst behind my closed eyelids as he played with my ass and parted my ass cheeks, his fingers creeping to my asshole.
