No more ache. No more misery.
Just him. Only him.
Always him.
Vargr.
Chapter 15
Vargr
The Gods fated me with the perfect mate. So pliant in her heat, giving yet demanding. By the second day, she was like a naughty pup. I woke up to her mouth attached to my cock and her demanding that I feed her my seed. With her eyes half-lidded, lashes wet, tongue greedy. She wasn’t sucking—she was feasting.
Who was I to deny her sustenance?
It was a battle to get her to eat food. She ate when I gave her small morsels at a time, but only if my knot remained inside her.
She’d whine when I pulled out, even to reposition her. Her heat-addled cunt clenched air, slick drooling onto the furs. She pressed herself to me, pawing at my chest, whispering,“Again, Vargr. Please again.”
Sköll adored her in her heat. I felt him beneath my skin, watching her, mooning over her.
The bond was a beautiful tool during her heat. She loved to be fucked by a beast, and she’d nearly crush my knot when I whispered sweet filth in her ear.
The thralls thought she was sick. Feverish and weak, but they didn’t know how unwell her mind was.
Not from illness, from need.
She wasn’t dying. She was starving, and only my cock could feed her.
My rut went hand in hand with her heat, but I waited patiently for her bite. The deeper her heat progressed, the wilder she became.
It was only a matter of time.
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I tried coaxing her, but she sat in her nest, stubbornly refusing to budge. I couldn't be angry with her when she looked like Huldra the wood nymph, luring men to their doom. Liùsaidh sat with her knees folded beneath her, thighs parted, pretty pink breasts on show, and her wild curls full of us caked in her hair.
“Come and bathe, my sweet,” I cajoled.“It will help your aches. You will feel better.”
She drew her chin down to her chest and widened her eyes, before fluttering her eyelashes at me. The haze of the heat still clouded them. Her head shook, her curls danced around her shoulders. My cock began to rise when her fingers slipped to her inner thighs.
“I will get in the bath with you if your knot is inside me,” the brat bargained with me, licking her lips when she saw my cock stiffen.
“Don't you dare touch your cunt,” I growled when her fingers drew closer to her sweetfolds.
My patience gone, I marched away from the steaming bath. She could suffer a cold bath if she was hungry for more.
“Get on your hands and knees, give me your cunt,” I snapped at her.
She bit her lip and moved into position, but not before I caught her smile.
I smiled as a thought struck me. To teach my mate a lesson.
“Always so hungry,” I murmured, spreading her bare cheeks apart.
Her body was littered with marks—claws, teeth and handprints. Her muscles would be aching, which is why I wanted her to bathe in hot water.
So be it.