Page 28 of Wulver's Flame
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My eyes locked onto the glowing ones. I slipped off the bed, tugged my dress over my head, and dropped to my knees.
Crawled to him.
Something tugged at the back of my mind, but I pushed it away.
His eyes glowed brighter.
Swirls. Runes.
Dark markings curled over his arms and stomach.
My jaw clenched as his shaft twitched and dripped for me, hot fluid splashing onto the floorboards.
I rubbed my slippery thighs together.
His scent was thick and concentrated. The thought of that precious liquid going to waste made my mouth water.
I licked my lips and placed my hands on his thighs, leaning forward, mouth open to taste—
He pulled it away.
Left me eye-level with the swollen, dark base.
His knot.
“Invite me into your nest,” he said, voice like thunder.“And then you can have a taste.”
I pouted, but his face was stone. Unyielding.
I stroked his thighs, pressing my breasts together as I leaned in.
“Please come into my nest,husbondi,” I purred.
Yes, he was the man of the house. He was all man where it counted.
He bent down and lifted me like I weighed nothing.
“Úlfa mín,” he snarled into the crook of my neck.
My she-wolf.
I clung to his chest, arching, my nipples brushing his bare skin, offering myself to the one thing that could end the ache.
He laid me beside the nest. I tried to cling to him, but he pushed me down.
“Get in, my sweet,” he growled.
His chest rumbled, and the growl continued.
Sköll.
“I want you both,” I whimpered, edging back into my nest.
“First, you will taste what will ruin you for any other mortal or wolf,” he snarled, gripping his staff.
My mouth watered as he tilted it towards my face.
