Page 61 of Wulver's Flame
Her teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard. My knot thickened, swelling in preparation. I let her foot fall and bent to worship her breasts where our pup would soon feed.
Sköll’s delight filtered through the bond just as my mouth sealed over her nipple. I suckled hard, swirling my tongue, lashing the swollen tip until she moaned aloud, threading her fingers through my hair.
The fresh scent of slick coated the air like perfume, thick and heady.
She is gushing for us, Sköll purred.
I ran my hand over the curve of her thigh, slow and reverent.
Her hips twitched under my touch, but I wasn’t rushing. I’d waited. I would savour.
I leaned in and kissed the beauty mark just beneath her left breast. The same one I’d licked during our heat. A sacred spot. A memory seared into my tongue.
“You were made for me,” I murmured against her skin.“Every freckle, every line…even your mark fits my neck.”
She gasped softly when my palm slid up her belly to cup the weight of it before my thumbs brushed the swells of her breasts.
Her breath hitched as I dragged my hand between her legs and whispered,“But it’s your bloom that tells the real story. Let me read it again.”
Her thighs parted instinctively as my fingers found the swell of her bloom, glistening and soft. I dragged two over her outer lips, slow and featherlight.
She twitched.
I smirked.
“You’re so wet,” I rasped, keeping the pressure maddeningly light.“Spilling over just from a few kisses like my good little whore.”
She whimpered and tried to rock her hips, but I stilled her with one firm hand to her belly.
“Ah, ah. Not yet.”
I traced lazy circles around her swollen pearl, never quite touching it. My fingers glided through her slick folds, up and down, spreading it until everything between her legs was wet and wanting.
“Please,” she whispered.
I tilted my head.“Please, what, flameheart?”
“You know what,” she hissed, grinding against my palm. Her cheeks were flushed, her chest rising fast.
“I want to hear you say it.” I slid one finger just inside—shallow, teasing—then withdrew it immediately. Her cunt clenched around nothing.
She gasped, near frantic.“Touch me properly, you beast!”
I chuckled low in my throat, eyes locked to her fluttering entrance.“Say you need my fingers first, then your cock.”
“ I-I need your fingers,” she stammered, breath catching.“Then your cock. Please.”
“There’s my good girl,” I murmured, and finally slid two slippery fingers into her cunt. Tight, hot, pulsing.
Chapter 28
Liùsaidh
Sweet Morrígan’s teat.
I hated it when he teased me like this. A growl erupted from my chest, low at first, then growing louder. My wolf was slowly showing herself, but she remained hidden deep inside me for the most part.
Vargr responded by pushing a third finger inside me.
