Page 58 of Hungry Like a Wolf
“I have no…idea…what just happened to me.” Her pussy was still gripping his cock in honeyed, little spasms and she was breathing in soft pants.
“You had the pleasure I was telling you about. That is the gift of the gods to a man and a women.”
“It’s…incredible and intense.” She touched his cheek. “My body hardly felt like mine, yet at the same time, I felt more alive than ever before. It’s like nothing I’ve ever known.”
“I am glad you liked it.”
“Ravn.” She swallowed and stroked her fingers over his lips. “I more thanlikedit. When can we do it again?”
A laugh burst up from his chest. “Oh, devious Freya, what kind of nymph have you sent me for a wife?”
“I am not a nymph.” She grinned. “Though right now, I do feel kind of fragile beneath you.”
“Oh…right.” He rolled off her, realizing some of his weight had slumped when he’d found his pleasure.
She curled up next to him, her warm, soft body touching his along the length of his side.
He pulled her closer, needing her in his arms. A rush of pride came over him. She might have been small and a long way from home, but she was brave and strong and full of determination. She was the perfect match for him and he’d do whatever it took to keep her safe and ensure she was happy in Drangar, so happy that she would want to stay forever and she’d forget about his promise to take her home in three years.
After a while, his eyes became heavy and his heart rate returned to normal. He gave in to sleep, feeling more content than he had in years.
A delicious warm blackness enveloped him and for once, he wasn’t tormented by dreams of the past.
But then he woke, aware of her absence and of a cool patch at his side.
Instantly, he sat and looked around. All was quiet. The fire was still glowing and the heaviness of the dead of the night pressed down upon him.
Standing, he heard a noise from the bathing area. He took a few steps closer. Water splashed, the rustle of material, then the pull of a comb through hair.
Thanks be to Odin.She was perfectly fine and still here.
He went back to the bed, reached for a drink, then sat on the edge, waiting for her. A melancholy came over him. Regrets for things he’d done. He’d been spared those misdeeds in his dreams, but now they twisted around his mind and tugged at his soul.
After a few minutes, she appeared wrapped in a pale-gray fur. Light from the fire caressed her long, silken hair and the scent of lavender once again wrapped around him.
She stood before him and touched his chin. “You look sad, husband.”
His throat tightened and he looked into her eyes.
“Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
“No. No, of course not.” He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap. “You are utterly perfect.”
“So why the downward tip of your lips?” She traced them with her fingertip.
He sighed. “I am a man with a past, a past I am not particularly proud of. And in turn, in the quiet of the night, like this, it makes me wonder if I even like myself.”
She said nothing, waiting for him to go on.
“I took my first wife because I wanted sons, not because I loved her. She didn’t deserve that. She was a kind, good, and loyal woman.” He looked her straight in the eye, waiting for the disgust.
It didn’t come. “Did you ever mistreat her?”
He shook his head. “No. She was always safe and fed and warm. I certainly never raised my hand to her. I provided and cared for her.”
“And was she happy?”
He thought about it. “I think so.”
