Page 40 of Wulver's Flame
“I feel your tight little cunt,skækja,” he purred.“Hot, wet and needy for more. Fuck me. Fuck yourself on my cock.Now!”
His command was absolute, and my body obeyed.
I moaned, tipping my head back, and rode him faster. Harder. My slick made a mess of us, splashing between our bodies with every wet slap as I bounced, chasing the pressure, the knot.
I hit it—blunt and swollen at the base of his cock—and snarled. It thudded against my opening like a taunt. I wanted it inside. I needed it.
My head snapped back, and I let out a guttural cry, clawing at his belly, nails dragging over hard muscle. I rode him like a beast possessed, but I couldn’t take him deep enough—not all the way.
“Vargr,” I gasped, trembling with need,“please—”
He growled, voice like thunder. His hands seized my hips. And then he took over.
One brutal thrust.
Another.
He slammed me down, impaling me on his cock, and I screamed as his knot forced me open.
The pain was heaven.
I stretched. Split apart. Caught every part of him until I was seated flush, locked, filled.
I shattered.
Pleasure detonated through me—raw, deep, endless. I clutched at him, my cunt spasming wildly around the base of his knot, milking him as he came with a roar, his cock jerking inside me.
I collapsed against him, but then I smelled him.
Wood. Smoke. Honey cake.
The scent of home.
My mouth watered. My gaze drifted to his throat, beneath his beard, close to his ear, where the heat pooled thickest, where the potent scent bloomed from.
Before I could think, I lunged.
I sank my teeth into him, deep and hard, clamping my jaw until I felt the give of flesh and blood beneath. His roar turned to a snarl. His hands gripped me tighter, but I didn’t let go.
His cock swelled again, jerked, and more hot, thick seed licked my insides.
My teeth sank deeper, marking him.
Something in my mind whispered.
Mine.
Chapter 17
Vargr
Her mortal teeth remained in my flesh, and blood dripped into my hair. I gently stroked my mate’s wild curls and back, soothing her trembling body. Our prophecy was complete. We were bound by fate, marked with blood and bonded through eternity. I didn't know how the bond would unfold for a mortal. My body was created for such a bond.
Sköll purred for her—a low, primal lull to soothe our mate. She softened, turning limp against my chest, her warm mounds pressed sweetly to my skin.
My flame-haired warrior didn't release my neck.
I reached down, past her spine to cup her arse cheeks, holding her in place while I dug my knot deeper until she fluttered around me. I sealed my seed into her womb. The heat would ease, and her senses would return.
