9. Rune

“Doyou really want to talk about that right now?” I ask him, pushing away his hand and claiming his mouth with mine again. I can smell my scent all over him, and it makes my cock swell. He’s mine.

“What are you?” he asks as my mouth strays lower, grazing across his jaw and down his neck.

“Your demon,” I tell him, finding the bite mark from where I fed from him earlier. I suck the tender skin into my mouth, and he moans, grinding his hips against my own.

“What do you mean?” he asks breathlessly as his hands rake and tug at my hair. The way he touches me sets my black blood on fire and causes my gums to ache with the need for him.

“God, Johnny,” I groan, standing up and taking him with me. He wraps his legs around my waist, and I carry him to the back, where I sleep. “Just shut up,” I tell him as I throw him down onto the bed. I crawl over him, and he flips us to straddle my waist.

“Just fucking tell me,” he growls as he leans down over me before taking my lip between his teeth and biting. He kisses the sting and then moves down my throat.

“I’m a demon,” I tell him, out of breath from the way his hands aremoving across my body. “I need to feed on humans.” I swallow a groan as his hands push my shirt up and his mouth latches onto my nipple. “It disguises my scent to the hellhounds, keeping me from going back to Hell.”

“Where’s your tattoo?” he suddenly asks, his mouth leaving my skin.

“Giving us privacy,” I tell him, pushing his mouth back to my heated flesh. “Continue.”

“Hmm,” he murmurs, leaving a trail of hot openmouthed kisses down my sternum and over my stomach. He takes the soft flesh beneath my belly button in between his teeth before dipping even lower. “So, why me?” he asks, pausing his fingers at the waistband of my skirt. “Why call yourself my demon?”

“Because!” I groan, grabbing ahold of his hair and forcing him to look at me. “You were made for me, making me as much yours as you are mine. Now, if you don’t fucking stop yammering on and put that sweet mouth on my cock, I will use my goddamn mind control and make you do it.”

He smiles and kisses his way across the vee of my hips before tugging at my skirt. I lift my hips, and he pulls it completely off me. He wastes no time and immediately wraps his lips around my head. I hiss through my teeth and tug tighter on his black hair, pushing him further down. His cheeks hollow as he moves back up my shaft before he descends, taking me completely in his throat. It constricts as he gags, and it only makes me push deeper.

“Fuck, baby,” I moan as he comes up for air, drool coating his lips. He wipes his chin and then licks me from base to tip, his tongue circling the underside of my head and making my abs jump. My head falls back, and I pull my own hair. “You’re going to make me come already.”

“Is that what you used in the maze?” he asks, continuing to lick me up and down, his hand rolling my balls in his palm at the same time. Heat spreads through my spine until I can’t fucking think straight.

“Yes,” I tell him, squeezing my eyes shut and trying not to come yet. “You were being annoying, kind of like now.” He laughs, and it vibrates through me.

His hands move under my knees, and he pushes them to my chest, leaving me completely open for him. He sucks one of my balls into his hot mouth before kissing his way down, his tongue pressing and circling around my hole. My hips move of their own will, trying to get him closer and deeper inside of me.

“Yes,” I breathe through gritted teeth. I move to stroke myself as his tongue breaks through, pushing and licking inside of me. He smacks my hand away from my dick before standing up and away from me. I watch him as he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them off his hips. He pulls his shirt off as well, and he’s absolutely covered in ink. Every inch of skin is blackened with ink.

“I didn’t notice that before,” I tell him, eyeing the piercing under the tip of his cock. It’s silver and glints in the low light of the candles. I wag my eyebrows at him, and he just rolls his eyes.

“My turn,” he states before squaring himself between my legs. He spits on himself and then on me, working his finger inside. “I’ll do you the nicety of getting you ready first.”

“You really don’t have to, babe,” I tell him, reaching down and urging him on by pulling his hips with my fingertips. “I like the pain.”

With one hand, he pushes one of my knees back to my chest, opening me up for him. His finger leaves my ass and is replaced by the head of his dick. He pushes it in slowly, making my hips move and roll, trying to get him to push into me further. I want every single inch of him inside of me.

He spits again down onto where we are joined together and works it around my tight hole with his finger. Pushing the rest of the way inside me, I can feel the chill of the metal piercing the entire way. Once he’s inside of me, he leans over me, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Fuck me, Cash,” I tell him, grabbing his jaw and pulling him to me. Our kiss is violent. It’s a war neither one of us wants to lose…or win. He begins to move inside of me as he assaults my mouth with his tongue. The burn is the most exquisite pain.

“God, you’re so fucking tight for me, Rune,” he says as he grabs my cock and pumps it in time with each thrust. “Do you like the way I feel inside of you? Do you like being claimed just as you claimed me?” His whole body lunges forward with each thrust, pushing me down into the mattress.

“Yes,” I tell him, kissing my way across his collarbone until I find the red and bruised spot from earlier. I suck it into my mouth again, licking and teasing the sensitive skin.

“Go ahead,” he tells me, his rhythm becoming more erratic as he chases his orgasm. “Bite me, please,” he begs. Warmth spreads through my body, flushing my skin with a sheen of sweat as he pounds into me. I can feel my own orgasm building.

I bite down, my teeth slicing into his skin with ease. He cries out as his hips stutter, and I moan as his blood flows over my tongue again, ripping my own orgasm from my body. I explode between us, coating his stomach and my chest with cum. I feel him empty his hot seed inside me, marking me as his.

I pull my teeth free of his skin and lick the bite, cleaning the mess I made. He breathes heavily as he stills, catching his breath and coming back down to Earth. He kisses me and pulls out slowly, letting his cum drip down onto the sheets below us.

Before I can move to clean up, he wanders down to my chest and stomach, licking my cum off my skin and cleaning me up. He sits back and uses his fingers to scoop it off his own skin before sucking each finger clean.

“I would take the lord’s name in vain right now if it wouldn’t summon him,” I tell him, watching as he moans around his fingers. It’s enough to get a demon going again, fuck.

He smiles down at me before situating himself between my legs once more. His lips surround my sensitive head and suck it hard into his mouth. I see stars and buck my hips off the bed. I push his face away from me, but he just pushes on, going lower and licking up his own cum that has spilled from me.

“We taste so good together,” he says, kissing me to show me just how good we taste. The salty and musky combination of both of our releases mixes with his blood and makes me dizzy.

“God, I’ve been missing out,” I tell him as he collapses down on my chest. “I’ve never had a Fated,” I confess to him. “You’re my first.”

“Tell me more about that,” he says.

“Let’s at least get cleaned up first,” I tell him, not particularly wanting to lie on soiled sheets as I explain the inner workings of a demon to him. My face paint is also getting incredibly dry and itchy at this point.

“And then you explain this shit to me,” he says again.

“Yes, Johnny,” I tell him, kissing his pouty lips. “Then I explain everything.”