Visions of Skyfire

Chapter 47

Teresa was still shaking an hour later when Rune escorted her into a small but clean motel room in a quiet town not far from Tierra Blanca, Veracruz.

“Are you sure?” she asked, still dwarfed by Rune’s far-too-big black leather coat. “Is it safe to stay here?”

“Safe?” he muttered thickly, tossing their duffel bag onto one of the two chairs in the room. He rubbed the back of his neck with one hand and said, “I thought the jungle would be safer for you and look what happened.”

She spun around to look at him. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“I shouldn’t have left you alone.”

“And I shouldn’t have done that spell without you close. So we both screwed up.”

“But you were the one to pay the price.”

“They didn’t hurt me,” she reminded him, feeling the swell and rush of the mystical moonlight energy swarming inside her still. “You stopped them.”

He stalked across the room, grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a fierce embrace. “I only wish I could kill them again. That they touched you tears at me, Teresa. That I left you alone rips my soul to shreds.”

Teresa reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Don’t. Don’t take what they did and make it a part of us. It’s not. They were evil and now they’re dead and that’s the end of it.”

He lifted his head to look down at her. She watched him search her features, looking for further assurance that she was all right. Unharmed. She understood his need and shared it. She wanted the chance to feel alive and safe. She had survived—she’d fought back and won. Her mate had been there when she needed him. And now, she wanted him.

“Kiss me, Rune.”

He did. Tenderly. And that one brief touch of his mouth roused the insistent clamoring need inside her. She pushed her hips against him and felt his erection pressing back. She groaned and swiveled her hips, feeding the fires inside her. “I need you.”

“After—” He looked down at her and shook his head. “Teresa, wait. Take a shower. Rest. Then if you still—”

“I opened myself to the magic, Rune, and if I were stronger, I’d have been better able to fight those men off. Being with you increases my strength—and I need your touch.”

She grabbed one of his hands and moved it down, down across her bare skin to the very heart of her. Then she pressed his palm to her heated core and sighed at the first contact. She was hot and wet and so ready every nerve ending in her body was screaming for release.

“Ah, God …” he groaned, sliding his hand over her sensitive skin, caressing that bud of desire until she let her head fall back on a sigh of bliss. He delved first one finger, then two, into her depths and she rocked on his hand, pumping her hips as she sought release.

He gave it to her.

Teresa lifted her face to his and through passion-glazed eyes, she watched as he lowered his mouth to hers. That first brush of his lips lit up her insides and when his tongue dove into her mouth, she met each caress eagerly. Tongues tangling in a wild dance of desire, their breath mingled as their bodies went up in flames.

The moonlight magic simmered inside her, pushing her on, harder, faster. This was what she had needed from the moment she began her spell. She moved her hips on his hand, felt his fingers stroking her inner muscles, his thumb caressing her core, and it still wasn’t enough. She wanted to be filled by him. She wanted him so deeply embedded inside her that he would never be entirely apart from her again. She wanted his brand on her skin, his cock in her body, his seed filling her womb.

“Rune, I need you. I need to feel you. Now. Oh, God, now.”

“Take this first,” he told her, and she lost herself in the swirling gray of his eyes.

She groaned his name and continued to move against his hand as tiny, shuddering explosions discharged inside her. When that orgasm ended, though, the fire was still there. Still burning, raging out of control. Calling down the moon had opened her body, her mind, her soul to the magic that only Rune could complete. “More.”

Teresa shrugged out of his coat, then pushed at him, tearing at his clothes until he snapped his fingers and got rid of his own clothing and what was left of hers as well.

“You’re trembling, Teresa,” he said, still stroking her core with steady, driving thrusts of his fingers.

“It’s the moon,” she whispered, reaching down to curl her fingers around his hard, thick erection. “It filled me, lit me up and left me so hungry for you, I don’t think I’ll ever get my fill.”

He hissed in a breath and held completely still as she used both of her hands to hold him, stroke him, cup him. Tiny sparks flew from her fingertips and danced across his skin, increasing the heat of her touch, intensifying each caress. He groaned and Teresa smiled with anticipation as his hunger grew to match her own.

“I want you in me,” she whispered, suddenly squeezing both hands around his erection, dropping to her knees to take the tip of it into her mouth.

“Damn it, Teresa!” His voice was a snarl of barely leashed passion.

She looked up at him and smiled, loving what she could do to this man. This amazingly strong, fierce warrior. Keeping her gaze fixed on his, she took him deeper into her mouth, letting her tongue and teeth scrape across his sensitive skin until his massive body trembled with the force of his own self-control.

But she didn’t want him controlled.

And in the next instant, she got exactly what she wanted.

He reached down, yanked her up against him, then tossed her onto the bed. He was on her in a heartbeat, his huge body covering hers, weighing her down on the bed. She felt the cool glide of the bedspread beneath her heated skin. She felt the hard, muscular planes of his sculpted body atop her and shivered in response. His erection was so close to her center. So near to entering her.

She lifted both legs, gripping the backs of her knees with her hands as she parted her thighs to his gaze. His eyes locked on her and she felt even hotter with him looking at her, naked and vulnerable to him. “Rune, I’ve been waiting. I can’t wait anymore.”

“Neither can I.” He lifted her hips off the bed, positioned himself and then drove deep inside her.

On that first, hard thrust, Teresa gasped in satisfaction. He filled her as completely as the moon magic had. She was overflowing with what he meant to her. What he could do to her. What he made her feel. He had saved her. He had always saved her. She felt it. And the connection between them burned even more brightly.

“Again. God, again.” She groaned the words and let go of her knees as he positioned her legs across his shoulders.

She was high off the bed now and she didn’t care. This way he could go even deeper inside. In this position, she could take him more completely within her than she ever had before and that was what she wanted. Needed. With a hunger that wouldn’t be satiated.

His powerful hips moved against her, claiming her over and over again. He went deep and then deeper still. He rocked into and out of her body like a man possessed and she shared that passion. She reached up, running her fingers across the branding tattoo that was burning into his flesh right before her eyes. She felt the sting on her own skin and knew that she too was being marked more indelibly.

Teresa grabbed hold of his upper arms, digging her fingernails into his skin to hold on tightly. He drove into her relentlessly, furiously. Tension peaked inside her, tightening, coiling into a spring that shivered on the edge of explosion, and still he pushed her.

She was hungry for it, wanted it all, needed it all. When he pulled her legs off his shoulders and then yanked her up to sit on his lap, Teresa went gladly. Now it was she who set the rhythm and she deliberately slowed it down, to torture both of them with the caress of skin against skin.

He kissed her, taking her mouth with his until she was left gasping for air that wouldn’t come. And while his tongue entwined with hers, he set his hands at her hips and moved her faster, quickening their pace.

She was panting now, staring into his eyes, feeling the sweep of release encroach ever faster and still it wasn’t enough. Suddenly he pulled free of her body, as if he’d heard her frantic thoughts. Tossing her onto the mattress, he flipped her over as he had once before and Teresa sighed, “Yes …”

Lifting her hips for his entrance, he pushed inside and Teresa held on to the headboard, bracing herself for each of his heavy strokes. She took him in and released him, feeding the need, feeding the fever clawing at her. Mystical energy pooled inside her, streamed from her body to his and as he reached beneath her to tweak and pull at her nipples, her body shattered.

She screamed his name, and shaking with the tremendous force of her release, she was barely aware of his own shout moments later as he emptied all that he was into her keeping.