Mist Revealed (8 page)

She draped her legs over his shoulders. Heels dug into his back, she lifted her hips and pushed her sex against his mouth. “More. Eat me out.”

No amusement stirred within him in response to the command. Lust did. He lifted her bottom, forcing her to lie back on the couch, and thrust his tongue into her opening. She gasped. He curled the tip, stroked her sensitive walls and made her wild. She writhed, rubbing her slick sex over his chin.

He worked her with his mouth and tongue. His groans and her moans filled the quiet house and added to the excitement building within him. The quivering of her muscles and the restless squirming of her bottom guided his motions. Each time she let out a shuddered gasp, he teased the spot he’d touched. The clues she unknowingly offered helped him pleasure her. He used the triggers and drove her to the edge. Her body tensed. Her core quivered. One more stroke and she’d tip over.

“Please.”

It was all he needed to hear. He drove his flattened tongue into her as far as it would go. Her muscles squeezed once more before rippling waves traveled down her inner walls. He lapped at her cream, worked her sex with thrusts of his tongue to extend her release and treasured every drop of arousal.

Heaven. She tasted of heaven, but her flavor wasn’t what filled him with awe. Her orgasm fed him in a way he hadn’t expected. Power pulsed through his limbs. It poured into him from where their skin touched. Tingles spread from his fingertips and his lips to every inch of his body. He didn’t understand it, had never experienced such an occurrence, yet couldn’t deny it.

Snow formed in the air around them. It settled on his back, the couch, Cat’s hair. The tiny crystalline particles didn’t touch her skin, however. Mist formed inches above her body. He froze with the tip of his tongue against her clit.

The white mist swirled around them before settling over Cat.

He eased back and stared at the sight. The living vapor seeped into her skin. She shivered, the only sign she felt the powerful natural force melding with her body. His heart skipped a beat, and uncertainty gripped him. Why? The question reverberated in his head. No answer came to him. The unexplainable manifestation of his species’ element shocked him. He hadn’t called it forth.

A smile formed on her rosy lips. She propped herself on her elbows. No hint showed in her expression that she’d noticed anything unusual.

“I like how you keep your promises, Rune.” She leaned closer and brushed her finger over his wet chin. “I like it a lot.”

He waited a moment more for some clue as to what had happened. None came. He pushed the odd event aside to dissect later. It hadn’t caused her any discomfort, and the knowledge that the mist accepted her made the needs riding him stronger.

He scooped her into his arms. “Good, then I’ll make another.”

Arms linked around his neck, she tilted her head to meet his eyes. “What’s that?”

“I’m going to fuck you.” He pressed his lips to hers, not a kiss exactly, more of an exchange of air. “And when I am done with you, you’ll never be the same.”

Cat stared wide-eyed at Rune. Her eyesight had adjusted to the dark, but she only caught glimpses of his expression whenever he moved into the moonlight. At the moment, he stood in the strip of soft light. It gave her a perfect view of her lover, but the look he wore wasn’t one she could describe. It sent equal parts wariness and desire coursing through her.

Hunger. Lust. Need.

It was all there, but what overlaid it made her feel a little like prey—stark possessiveness, maybe even ownership. Seeing it quickened her pulse. He looked at her as if she were his greatest treasure, one he’d kill to keep. She had no idea where the thought came from, but she knew it to be truth. Instinct, maybe? Whatever spurred it also brought on the sudden urge to run. The thought took hold. She had to get away while she still could. He’d never let her go.

And if I let him fuck me, I’ll never want to leave him.

The man would make her yearn for his touch. One heavy petting encounter, and she craved more. His tongue on her clit, and she knew she’d never be able to enjoy oral sex with another man. She wanted him to lay her out and repeat the intimate kiss. Tomorrow. The next day. Forever. She couldn’t think of anything else.

She couldn’t think of
work
, for God’s sake.

Only being separated from him had stopped the crazy urges.
Pheromones. That’s it. They’re a powerful trigger in how lovers choose each other, and Rune smells like heaven.
The theory made sense, but it didn’t ease her rapidly beating heart.

“Put me down.” She pushed at his chest.

“You are a demanding female, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea.” Another shove. He didn’t budge. “Dammit, put me down.”

He sighed, but the exasperated sound didn’t match his wicked grin. “If you insist, but not here. It’s cold. The bed is warmer.”

“I’m sure it’ll be just as cold.”

“Then we’ll warm it.” He started walking.

She bet they could. His method of heating the chilled sheets wouldn’t give her the few moments she needed to think, however. She glanced at the unlit fireplace. “We should get a fire going first.”

“Can’t. It’s blocked.” He chuckled. “With ice.”

“Ice?” A gust of wind swept through the room. The bedroom door banged against the wall. She shivered and pressed her naked body close to Rune’s clothed one. “What do you mean? Shouldn’t it have melted some with the warmth of the house?”

He grunted, his only response, and tossed her in one easy move onto the bed. She gasped. Rune’s mouth covered hers a heartbeat later, replacing her air with his. He kissed her hard, dueling his tongue with hers and demanding she meet his strokes. She did. It was impossible not to return his passion.

He ran his big hands over her sides, warming and arousing her. All thoughts of escaping—gone. The man had some kind of hold over her. He turned her into a wanton woman or maybe a sex-starved one. No matter the description, one truth remained: she needed him. Only he could ease the ache centered deep in her womb. The conviction grew. So did her lust.

She wrapped her arms around him and dragged him closer. She wanted him to fill her. Ride her. Make her scream.

Never let her go.

“Rune.” She turned her head slightly, breaking the kiss. “Need you.”

“Yes. Need. Want.”

He sat back, straddling her hips. The open curtains over the window brightened the room. She was glad. She didn’t want to miss her first glimpse of Rune’s body. Her gaze settled on his groin where his cock pointed straight and hard from his parted jeans. Shivers of awareness danced along her core while a twinge of anxiety sparked in her mind. She’d felt his cock, knew he’d be big, but dear God, she didn’t know if she could take him all.

It had been much too long since she’d been with a man.

You can, and you’ll love it.

The voice in her head could’ve been hers. Or not. She didn’t care. Rune captured her entire focus. A drop of precome welled at the slit of his penis. She licked her lips.

He gripped his shirt, drawing her attention from his erection to his wide chest. The fabric tore. He tossed the pieces away. The skin revealed was bare, not even an arrow of dark hair marking a path to his cock. Down each arm, swirling black lines wound from shoulder to wrist. The inked design was simple yet intricate.

She drank in every delicious inch of his exposed body, but the visual didn’t satisfy her completely. Her fingertips itched with the desire to touch him. She pushed onto her elbows. She wanted to explore his tattoo, maybe trace it with her tongue.

“Beautiful.” She repeated the compliment he had given her.

He dropped his hands to the waistband of his jeans. “The design or my body?”

“Both.” She grinned. “But to be fair, I need to see all of you to make an honest assessment.”

His low chuckle resonated deep inside her body. “Demanding woman.”

He slid off the bed and made quick work of undressing. The jeans got tossed across the room. With him turned away from her, she would’ve had a perfect view of his ass. She wanted to look but couldn’t tear her gaze from the tattoo on his back. Between his shoulder blades, an eagle soared. Swooping lines extended from its wings, linking the design on one arm to the other. More intricate than the one on her lower belly, the inked artwork could’ve been a painting.

She scrambled to her knees and reached a hand out. He faced her and caught her wrist. She shook off his hold. “No, let me see. It’s gorgeous.”

He obliged her, turning so the expanse of his back was inches from her. The bird seemed to move with the undulations of his muscles. Each feather held depth and dimensions, yet under her fingertips only the touch of warm skin met her. She splayed her hand over the tattoo that must’ve taken hours to have inked.

Tingles skipped up her arm and spread through her body. Desire flared, stronger than she’d ever experienced. She panted. Her inner muscles squeezed on air. Quivers skipped from her clit to her womb. She hovered on the edge of ecstasy.
Impossible
, her rational mind reasoned.

Yet undeniable.

“Rune?”

“I feel, Cat.” The low growl to his words pushed her closer to heaven. He pivoted, a lithe move that twisted his body. Her fingertips trailed over the width of his back to his settle over his pecs. “I want.”

He yanked her body against his and kissed her. She gave herself over to the unexplainable passion. She wanted too.

Her back met the mattress, and his cock slid along her wet cleft. A shudder ran through her body. He made a raw sound deep in his throat and stroked the length of his erection over her lower lips. She raised her hips and tried to capture the head of his penis. He moved with her, not allowing her to take him in.

The kiss turned raw and carnal. His moans accompanied the licks to her inner cheeks. He explored her mouth in a way that left her breathless. She clutched him, digging her nails into his back, hoping to ground herself. It didn’t help. He took her higher. All she could do was go along for the ride.

He adjusted the angle of his hips and rubbed against her clit with each slip of his erection over her lips. The hard bud sparked to life, and her core quivered. An orgasm hovered just out of reach. She writhed. Desperation grew. She needed to come, but experiencing a release without him felt wrong. She wanted to come apart around his cock. As if he sensed her frustration, he stilled his teasing caress and broke the kiss.

Gaze locked on hers, he tilted his hips and lined up the tip of his penis to her opening. “Ready for me?”

She nodded, the best she could do. She felt ready to combust.

He held her gaze and slipped the head of his erection past her lower lips. The slow, steady push caused a delicious burn along her core.

Huge.

The man was huge. His controlled thrust told her he knew it too and didn’t want to cause her discomfort, but the stretch of her body conforming to his hovered at that point of pleasure and pain. The excitement over having his cock packed inside her faded as her discomfort grew. She panted through the sensation. Once she adjusted to him, she’d be fine. Women were designed to accept all types of men. Her mind’s rationalization didn’t help. Her muscles clenched, resisting his invasion.

“Wait. You’re too big.” She shoved against him.

“I’m not. You can take me.” He laid a hand against her cheek and pushed more of his length into her.

She squeaked. The pressure was too much. “No. Can’t.”

He sat back between her bent legs. His cock slipped free. She sighed in relief even as she fought the urge to impale herself on his erection.

“Yes, Cat. I’m going to possess you. Make you mine.” He gripped the length of his glistening penis and lined the head once more with her opening. “Spread your legs wide and relax. Trust me.”

Trust him. She did on some level she didn’t understand. It was the same feeling that had landed her in his bed. Unexplainable. Undeniable. She did as he’d told her. Propped on her elbows, she opened herself to him.

He worked his length into her on a rolling press of hips that loosened her muscles and proved him right. She could take him all. Seated fully, he bent over her and captured her mouth in a deep kiss. Not as frantic as the one moments ago, this one held reverence. The gentle twining of their tongues matched the slow pace his thrusts took. Each forward drive caressed her inner muscles. Pleasure spread. His cock touched every inch of her sex, igniting nerve endings she never knew she had.

They were a perfect fit.

He grinned against her lips. “See, you can take me.”

“Yes. Feels good.”

“More than good. Heaven.” He paused his slow grind and glanced into her face. “I haven’t had sex in years. Many, many years. You are the first to awaken and tempt me.”

She grinned. She couldn’t help it. His praise filled her with satisfaction. “You make me feel special.”

“You are.” He brushed his lips against hers. “You’re a treasure. My treasure. The greatest of all.”

“A treasure.” She felt like a parrot repeating him, but hadn’t she thought the same thing a few minutes ago?

He rubbed his thumb across her mouth. Her thoughts scattered once more. She parted her lips on a sigh. The slight opening was one he didn’t pass up. He slipped a finger inside. She nibbled on the tip, and his cock jerked inside her.

She wanted to beg him to ride her hard and long. She also knew there was a fat chance of that happening. The hard? Sure. If the way he’d used his mouth on her sex indicated his skill as a lover, he’d take her to heights she’d never known. The long, though? The man admitted he hadn’t had sex in years. She’d be lucky if their loving lasted a minute longer. At the moment, she didn’t care. She only knew she needed him to fill her up and make her come.

“Rune, please fuck me.”

He took her mouth in another searing kiss. The twining of their tongues left her weak. She tightened her grip on his shoulders and waited for him to pound into her. He didn’t. He moved slowly with controlled strokes. It made her wonder if he was trying to make their loving last or didn’t want to hurt her. Both reasons made her heart flip over. Few lovers she’d been with had placed her wants above theirs.

She considered telling him he could take her any way he wanted but dismissed the idea in the next breath. In a few days, she’d head back to Maine, and then Rune would be no more than a memory. Dammit, she wanted good ones to keep her warm at night.

In an effort to memorize every detail, she skimmed her hand over his back to his firm ass. His muscles flexed under her palm with each screwing drive of his erection into her body. She shuddered. Her sex clamped over his length, an automatic response she couldn’t stop. She wanted to keep him locked inside her.

A guttural groan rumbled his chest. The primal sound pushed her desire higher. Ripples danced along her inner walls with the first hint of an orgasm. He changed the angle of his strokes, grinding the head of his cock deep with each forward thrust. Tingles spread from the mouth of her womb to her clit. He kept up the short screwing drives, not allowing her release to take hold, and pushed her higher.

They rocked together. More of her arousal flowed. It soaked her thighs, his. All the while, he kissed her with such reverence, tears filled her eyes. She squeezed them shut and did her best to ignore the emotions his intimate, tender loving brought.

Two, three days at most. That was all they had.

Don’t think about it. You don’t have time for a relationship. Besides, the guy lives in a different country. This is a quick fuck to scratch an itch, remember?

Yes, she remembered. It was her idea too. She wrapped her rationalizing thoughts around her and focused on the act of sex. It wasn’t hard, especially when heaviness settled low in her belly. The orgasm he built with his deep, steady strokes promised to be the kind that would throw her into a place where only pleasure ruled. Heaven on earth. She’d experienced it a few times but had never climaxed with a lover before. She wanted to share a joint release with Rune.

She lifted her bottom and screwed herself on his driving cock. He groaned and kissed her harder but didn’t match the quicker pace she tried to set.