Runes by Em Petrova

psyche?” Her words broke over him, causing him to wince. “Or how about my drug dealer? Who liked to fuck me in trade for goods? We’ll go after him too, shall we? What do you think you’ll see in this locked portion of my soul, Will? Not good things.”
    He stumbled back to her, catching her hard against him. His head bent over hers, and his searing breath tickled her tattoo. She strained onto tiptoe, begging for more.
    “All right,” he murmured, lowering his mouth to the star at the corner of her eye. “You win, Evangeline. I cannot deny you. Get dressed and pack. We’re leaving in five minutes.”
    Her head lifted incredulously, and then she whirled and tore back up the stairs, her heart thundering with the relief of her victory.
    * * * *
    The flight to Chicago that afternoon was tense. Will stared straight ahead, and she spent hours studying the workings of his mind. While she found she couldn’t tear down the wall of determination he’d built, she found another way through his defenses.
    Hurrying to dress, she hadn’t bothered to slip on a pair of panties but had simply thrown on her skirt. The short, frayed denim barely concealed her ass, and when she sat, the dark shadow of pubic hair was evident. Shoved into the center seat, between Will and a striking young blond man who was flying home from basic training to meet his family for Easter, her juices were flowing. The shift of each muscular thigh, and the strain of their jeans against their apparently hard cocks made her nipples bunch against the fabric of her T-shirt.
    By the time her distracted immortal mate detected her restless movements, wetness creamed her thighs. She wriggled, making her skirt ride farther up her hips. The male beside her stared at the dripping curls of her snatch and licked his lips.
    Will’s gaze flicked from the soldier to her cunt, and Evangeline felt his strong swelling of desire. Being bound to him so intimately drove her wild. It was as though she felt every pang of horniness twofold.
    He likes looking at you, Will said into her mind. He shifted deliberately, chafing her bare thigh with his rough blue jeans.
    I enjoy both of you looking at me.
    On her opposite side, the soldier repeated Will’s actions. Evangeline’s heart slammed inside her chest, afraid Will’s possessiveness would rear its head. Instead, he sported a sexy smile.
    The men exchanged a look of unspoken permission, and Will twisted in his seat, angling his broad shoulders parallel to the aisle and effectively blocking the other passengers’ view of them. Their back row seat meant passengers and flight crew bustled by regularly, but Evangeline felt safe from their eyes.
    She felt a hand curl about her right thigh and was startled to see the soldier’s strong, tanned fingers against her pale flesh. His touch seared her inner thigh, sending a bolt of need straight to her cunt. Her leg was draped over his knee, and Will took the other, so that her pussy was splayed wide. Her clit pulsed, and both of her holes gasped with need.
    “God, I can smell you,” Will whispered, and with that, he felt between her legs. He stroked her briefly, and his finger disappeared. He raised his finger to his lips.The man on her right mirrored his actions. His heavy, unfamiliar touch on her clit drove her nuts. She squeezed her eyes shut and rocked her pussy into his hand.
    “Taste it,” Will demanded, and his finger vanished again. She watched Will study their new playmate’s face, the fire building in him as this stranger finger-fucked her. And fuck her he did. His long index finger drove into her cunt, dipping and stretching it. The scent of her juices filled the air. Will’s mouth swallowed her gasps, but the juicy noise of the passenger’s finger in her pussy sounded in her ears. She longed for one—or both—of their thick cocks.
    Wriggle down in your seat, Will ordered her, and she did, tilting her hips into the air. At once Will’s finger ran along her swollen