10. Runar

10

Runar

I can smell her arousal. The scent is enough to make my thoughts swirl. There’s only one thing on my mind, and we both know it from how her eyes glance lower. Every time I breathe in deeper, I feel my restraint dwindling. At this point, it feels like I want to torture myself by entertaining this idea of washing her. Putting my hands on her curves and watching the way she unravels might as well be me accepting a death sentence.

Even though it’s not a smart idea, I pour shampoo onto my hands and lather her hair. Her short hairs glide between my fingers and Jax makes this soft groaning noise as I massage her scalp.

There’s nothing better than smelling my soaps as they cling to her skin. The smell is almost powerful enough to hide the scent drifting between her thighs.

Seeing how much is plaguing her mind, I fully plan on addressing everything troubling her at a better time. Possibly when we are both fully clothed. Right now is the worst time.

She’s wound up tight, sighing through her nose as my fingers reach the back of her neck. Each little sound shouldn’t do as much damage as it does. When my cock grazes her ass, she doesn’t complain. It’s a pleasant shift. Once her hair is scrubbed thoroughly, my touch lowers to her shoulders and trails down her sides. Spreading the suds, I lose focus on the purpose of cleaning her skin and enjoy touching her.

Each sudden suck of air from her lips is nothing but a push to continue.

“You smell of me,” I tell her as I step close enough for her back to brush my chest. Reaching around her body, I spread the suds from her stomach up to her breasts. Squeezing the mounds, hardened nipples poke at my palms. “You are intoxicating.”

Her skin is growing more flushed by the second, and the water’s temperature can’t be blamed. I made sure of the fact.

“I prefer my soap,” she lies before biting down on her lip when I pinch her nipple.

I pluck and twist, doing whatever I can to make her nudge and jerk against the pulsating heat pushing against the curve of her cheeks. She’s teasing me now, wiggling closer while arching against my body with purpose.

I’ve deliberately taken my sweet time washing her while touching all of her most sensitive places. Now she wants to return the favor by making me suffer.

How much effort would it take to bend her over and penetrate her wet heat? I can’t be rough, not even if my body is screaming to claim her. This entire time, the demand has always been there. At this point, I’ve waited a little too long. I can’t wait another day, let alone a mere few hours. My patience is wearing thin.

Her nails dig into my wrist when I drag a hand down her stomach and stuff it between her thighs. So hot and slick that even the flowing stream of water feels cooler to the touch. Nothing hides her arousal, or her sensitivity as I continue my light touches.

“You’re mine.” Voice growing thick, I remind her as I graze her swollen nub. As she jerks and fails at holding back a moan, I apply more pressure until she nods.

“At least let me rinse off before you get soap in my eyes and kill the mood.” Huffing out her plea, her thighs tremble when I don’t pull away immediately. Her nails dig deeper into my flesh and the sting is hardly noticeable. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Meaning—we’re finishing what we’ve started. Finally.

Barely finding the strength to pull away long enough to get her under the stream, I watch as she runs her fingers through her hair. Looking blissful with her eyes shut, I realize this woman doesn’t have to even try to tease me. Every little thing she does, even the most basic movements, is all it takes to make me lose myself one second at a time.

Once the water is running clear, my patience is gone.

Gasping my name and hardly getting out more than a couple of words after, my mouth is on hers. Tongues clashing, I’m picking her up with ease. Some mere water won’t be enough to stop me from having her in my arms.

The kiss isn’t one-sided. She’s grabbing my face, tilting it back so she can meet me halfway. Her teeth are clashing against my fangs on accident. We both need this desperately, clawing for a sense of relief.

I don’t bother turning off the shower. With water dripping off our bodies and a trail left in our wake, I move us straight for my bed. Once I’ve dropped her and she’s all sprawled out and looking like the goddess she is, I break away long enough to appreciate the view.

I want to lick her everywhere. I want to discover what different sounds she makes when she’s put in different positions. There’s so much still to learn and a whole lot of time to discover everything I possibly can.

Right now, for the first time, she’s not trying to put up a front. Instead of pushing my head away when I latch onto her breast, her back arches to encourage me to continue.

For such a hardened woman, she’s sensitive in so many places. I’ll discover all of the spots that make her squirm by the end of the night. Already having a solid idea, I have no problem picking what spots to start at.

Plunging one finger inside of her wet heat is enough to make her lift her hips. She’s moving along with my motion, riding against my hand.

Need three fingers before I can let my cock go near her. Will I have the patience to last that long?

“Runar…” Breathing my name out in another moan, her eyes meet mine. “Please…”

Sucking a pretty pink circle between her breasts, I add a second finger and listen to her groan at the stretch. Her juices make it easy to work her open. Before I even try introducing a third, her legs are spreading further open.

This is a sight only for my eyes. She may be a fierce commander to her people, but to me, she can reveal this needy side.

Working in the third, I lick at her throat and trace her racing pulse. As her skin vibrates from a groan, I nip her ear next.

“I don’t want to hurt you, my queen. When you take my cock, and you will take every inch, I won’t have you feeling an ounce of pain. Only pleasure.”

Her limbs twitch in anticipation with the promise in my voice.

“The piercings, will they—” Her face scrunches as she pauses.

“You don’t seem to be the type to cower away from a challenge.” Humming my amusement, I curl my fingers inside and feel the way her walls try to clamp around the vast size. Finally, I draw them out. Covered in her sweet nectar, I can’t help but lick them each and enjoy the taste of her juices.

She’s watching closely, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Her chest lifts with each quickened breath. As her eyes trail down my front, her pupils dilate.

The tip of my cock is leaking precum, my arousal hitting its peak. Not wanting to draw this out for another second, my piercings dig into my palm as I grip myself tightly to stop any attempt at coming undone early.

When I come, it will be once I’m surrounded by her walls. I’ll plant my seed so deeply that we’ll get our answer about the chance of reproduction much sooner than later.

The thought of impregnating Jax sends me over the edge. I’m pressing my way inside her, sliding one inch at a time. Despite how tight her walls feel as I plunge in with each shallow thrust, her pussy sucks me right back in.

She was worried about the piercings hurting her. However, feeling the ridges and the curves drag along her nerves does nothing but make her clamp down before I can fully sheath myself inside of her.

Halfway in and I can already taste paradise. Knowing what’s to come, I lift her hips and snap mine forward. As she sucks in a breath, I’m groaning deeply in the back of my throat.

Sweat is mixed with the water from the shower. Collecting on her skin, I discover how much I enjoy the taste as I continue kissing and licking at her throat.

In the back of my mind, there’s the pesky voice demanding I mark her. Not with just a small pink mark like the others. I want something more permanent. Something to show that Jax is mine, something to keep any other male away.

When my fangs graze her skin, she tilts her chin up and goes as far as exposing her throat to me. An act of submission.

Mine .

Pulling out, my chest rumbles with a growl as I thrust forward. Needing to feel the push and pull of our bodies, her moans fuel me to keep moving. Pinning her against the bed, my thrusts are rough and frantic. Like I’m afraid someone is going to take this away from me, I lose myself. Grunting and growling, I’m fisting the blanket beneath her so I don’t grip her body hard enough to bruise.

My hands have always been my weapons. For the first time in my life, I wish I could cradle Jax as she deserves. Even with the healing capabilities, I’ll never damage her with my touch.

She, on the other hand, has no issue causing a little pain. As her body is withering beneath mine, she’s clutching onto my back for her life. Clinging, her nails scrape my skin and leave a sting. The pain doesn’t last for long as the tingling warmth heals whatever scratches she makes.

If her pussy isn’t what makes me meet my maker, the lethal sounds that escape past her lips will be what does me in. As pleasure ripples through her body, she cries out as her walls try to clamp around my cock. Just like she failed to secure the pump of my fingers, my cock continues piercing her nerves even as she orgasms.

Need to be deeper.

Barely being able to think coherently, I pull back. Separating our bodies, her juices make my cock shine. As a smile forms on my lips, I graze her hips. Needing to be deeper, I flip her onto her stomach and tug her hips up.

“Fuck.” Groaning out her human curses, she fists the blankets next as I glide back inside.

Deeper .

Pulling her hips to meet my thrusts, I try not to get lost in watching the way she fully takes me each time. If I needed any more evidence that we are made for each other, this is it.

“You take me in so well,” I murmur as I lean against her. Just to prove it to her, my next thrust is slow. Plunging in deep, not even an inch is exposed.

“You’re ridiculous.” Muttering the insult, a whimper follows after as I reach a new undiscovered spot.

Feeling the start of what I can describe as a foreign bliss, I can sense my release approaching. As much as I’d love to extend this pleasure and have it never end, I know I can’t survive such a paradise forever.

“My queen.” Muttering her title, my thrusts grow quicker, more uneven. Chasing the high prickling at my senses, I listen to her cries of pleasure as she continues to hit her limit.

As a roar leaves my lips, my seed floods her core and I’m still trying to pull her closer like I can make a difference. All while her body is tensing and jerking to the hot heat of my release.

Staring down at her, watching the way she barely clings on, I’m back to staring at her throat. My mouth waters and I don’t think, not that I could if I wanted to.

Jax curses when I sink my fangs into her neck. The taste of her blood is like iron and I don’t enjoy it. What I thrive off of is the race of her pulse against my tongue and the warm sensation that flows in to heal the damage.

This mark won’t disappear. It’s to show she’s mine. Proof to show our special bond.

Once I’m done licking her wound and managing to clear the haze from my mind, I’m carefully pulling out.

The hiss of the shower continues in the background. Our breaths remain uneven for what feels like an entirety.

Once Jax rolls onto her back, we kiss once more. A slow, peaceful kiss. One that is healing in its own way.

“I want to stay here with you,” she whispers against my mouth like it’s a secret she’s confessing.

If she’s fighting herself on the topic, there’s no need. No one is telling her to leave.

“I hope you never want to leave.” Confessing my feelings, I don’t bother telling her the full truth.

If the plan to stop this war doesn’t work, I’m not going to survive if Jax wants to leave my side. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, there’s no going back. Rather, I’m not sure if I’ll be able to let her go.

Kissing my way down her body, her stomach shakes as she laughs. The sound is rich and I want to hear it on repeat.

“How in the world do you still have the energy to keep going?” Shocked by my hunger, she bites her lip as I reach the patch of red curls. “You’re going to give me a heart attack at this rate.”

Chuckling in amusement, I kiss her stomach once more before lifting off her. Needing to clean up and turn off that shower, I find the strength not to pounce again. Jax is going to need rest to be prepared for tomorrow.

Picking her up, I carry her toward the bathroom once more to get cleaned up. Convincing myself not to claim her on the bathroom sink, I continue to test my resolve with every step toward the shower.