Page 21 of Wulver's Flame
“Get off me,” she snapped, pushing at my chest.
I made the mistake of looking at her. A pink blush spread up her chest to her neck. Her nipples hardened, calling to my mouth. The cold water did nothing to stop my cock rising.
Mate. Our mate. Sköll said with reverence.
Ignoring her struggles, I moved away from the rocks and, with a grin, dropped her into the water.
Her head popped up, gasping for air, her flame-red hair darkened and spread around her like a fiery halo.
“You’d best sleep with one eye open, demon,” she warned before gliding toward the waterfall.
Her back bobbed gently, pure as snow against the water’s dark surface.
I chuckled.
She was the one who should worry about falling asleep with a wolf in her bed.
The memory of her hungrily licking every drop of my seed from my fingers lingered in my mind.
Sköll’s delight at our secret feeding was apparent.
Play with our mate, he chuffed.
Our mate made the shadows of our past feel like a distant storm.
She gave us joy simply by breathing—our fierce, flame-haired warrior.
I grabbed the lavender soap from the bag and followed her to the waterfall.
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The Valerian root powder did the trick. I lifted her hand up and dropped it on the bed. She didn't stir. I rolled the pale blue dress up, unveiling her body. The scent hit me like an axe to my skull.
It was different.
Deeper.
Richer.
I sniffed again. And again.
By the third time, we were groaning.
It was happening.
I closed my eyes, thanking the Gods.
Our mate. Our future. Our bloodline.
I never imagined we could be blessed in such a manner.
Rewarded for the terrible acts we committed.
Sköll remained silent. Stubborn.
My cock drooled against her inner thigh, reminding me of our purpose. I crawled on top of her, resting my swelling knot on her nest of curls while I worked the length of my cock. My hand moved from tip to the base, slow at first, then faster as her scent surrounded us. I grazed my knot against her honeypot, gently rocking back and forth.
Her hair was scattered against the pillows, and her delicate features were soft in slumber. Her nipples peeked out from beneath her dress. I ground my engorged knot against her mound, pumping my hand faster when I felt her slick begin to coat me.
