Page 46 of Wulver's Flame
She flinched and looked down at me, eyes wide, full of disbelief and guilt. She knew what she did.
My nostrils flared, and I tried not to roar at her.
“You ran,” I said. My voice wasn’t angry. It was quiet. Lethal.“You left my bed and tried to steal my pup away.”
She shook her head.
“The curse inside me—”
I stepped forward, planting my palm against the tree's rough bark.
“The bond is not a curse,” I spat out.“I warned you. The bond can never be broken. No matter where you go, I will follow. The bond is inescapable. I thought to be patient, Liùsaidh. It is time you understood what the bond is.”
I curled into the bond and twisted it, pouring my need into it—the need to mate. The ache I felt in bed, inhaling my mate's scent, but never acting on my desire. There wasn't a day that passed when I didn't think of her heat.
I reached for my hardening cock and pushed every last bit of my desperate need for her into her chest.
“You will be a good girl and bring your gaping bloom down here for me to use. Or stay on that branch all night-watching and suffer.”
Her lips parted, and her eyes flicked to my hand.
She shook her head before tilting her chin up.
“No.”
Sköll growled.
I smiled.
Chapter 20
Liùsaidh
My limbs hung off the branch like lifeless body parts. It took everything in me not to lift my dress and rub myself on the cold, rough bark. The no-kin swine stood beneath me, ensuring that I could smell every drop of the honey-scented drooling from his cock. When a strand clung from the blunt head and dripped down, I cursed the moonlight.
I closed my eyes, but the sound of his hand moving up and down made my ache worse. My mind reminded me of how I drank from him when we mated. The icy wind was of little comfort when my insides were on fire. I needed him, his cock and the bulging, thick knot.
I clenched my muscles, but it did nothing to ease the craving.
“Go back to your goat humping fjords,” I screamed at him.
He tilted his head, slow and wolfish, eyes glittering with molten gold. A single drop of his honey clung to the crown of his cock before it slid down the thick length.
“Come down and see me off, then, seed sucker,” he rumbled, voice low and dark like distant thunder.“Wrap those filthy lips around my cock and bless me with a true farewell.”
His palm dragged down the length of his shaft, wet and glistening in the moonlight.
“Do you remember the taste,skækja mín?” he taunted.
No. No. No. No.
But it was too late.
Sweeter than honey, kissed with a hint of smoke.
My mouth watered. My chest burned. And worse, my body bloomed for him like it belonged to him.
I clenched my jaw, furious at the heat pulsing through my core, the way my breasts felt heavy and tight just from his voice. The ache inside me spilled out, soaking through my dress like I’d been touched. But he hadn’t touched me. Not yet.
