Page 37 of Wulver's Flame
I slapped her bruised cheek. It blushed beautifully, and she hissed before shuffling towards me for more.
Loki, help me.
I slapped her other cheek, pausing to rotate my hits.
SLAP. SLAP. SLAP!
We sniffed the air, and as sure as the sun that rises every day, her gaping bloom leaked slick that dripped down the insides of her thighs.
She likes to play. Sköll said, delighted.
Yes, I was ready to play. My knot was as swollen as my cock.
I dug my hand between her folds, coating her slick on me before parting her cheeks. Her pretty pinkrasshøllooked like a star. I coated it with slick. Liùsaidh, looked over her shoulder.
“Bad girls get fingers stuffed in their arseholes,” I said, teasing the tight muscle with my thumb.
She groaned, but didn't move. I pressed harder until I forced her hole open.
So tight.
I eased my thumb in.
“Every hole in your body is mine to claim,” I said before dragging my thumb back and forth.
The longer I did, the looser the muscles became. What I didn't expect was for Liùsaidh to push her arse on my digit. My cock leaked on the bed.
Bad, bad girl.How was I to punish her if she enjoyed her punishments?
Good mate. Sköll growled back.
I ignored him and guided my cock between her folds, gripping her arse with my hand, thumb firmly embedded in her hole.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she muttered in her heat-doused fog. “More—knot.”
I pressed into her silky depths, bath forgotten.
“Every time I knot you, your body begs for more. Look at you. Heat-drunk, both holes filled and aching to be bred,” I said, giving her what she needed.
I used my grip on her arse to hold her in place while I began to move faster, thrusting harder until her insides clenched around me. My cock shone from her slick, and I started to move my thumb in and out of her arsehole.
“Oh, Vargr, yes,” she moaned, drunk with desire.
But I knew what she wanted.
“Tell me what you need, my sweetskækja. Tell me and I will give it to you,” I said, gripping her hip, ready to stuff her full with my knot.
“Stretch me with your knot. Fill me up with your hot seed-surge,” she moaned.
Yes.
I thrust my thumb deep inside her arse before yanking it out to take hold of both her hips. I snapped my hips forward until my knot parted her silkfolds.
“You’re going to be heavy with me. Full of my come, full of my pups. Everyone will see what you are. A cock hungryskækja, always begging for more,” I snarled, but through the bond, I felt her need intensify.
This was the heat—her need to receive and mine to give.
“Open up. Let me in,” I commanded.“I know you need it.”
