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Flame coloured curls, glistening.

Slick, swollen and glorious from the bond’s desire.

She was born to be ours. I placed my hand over her belly, spreading my fingers over where I was certain my pup lay.

“Our legacy,” I murmured.“Our beginning.”

I bent and pressed a kiss there, soft and reverent, my lips lingering against her skin. Then I moved lower.

My braids trailed over her hips, and the edge of my beard brushed her inner thigh. Her breath hitched.

I nudged her legs farther apart and nestled between them like I belonged there because I did.

Her slick shimmered in the low light, and the scent of her heat was still in her, mellowed but calling to me all the same. My tongue traced a slow path through her curls, teasing the tender skin at the top of her folds before circling her pearl.

She gasped, her back arching, but didn’t close her legs. She tilted her hips up, offering me more.

I groaned and dragged my tongue down, tasting her. Down past her pearl, through her folds, until I found her gaping bloom—still wet, still aching for more.

I licked her there, slow and deliberate, gathering everything she gave me.

“That’s it, Liùsaidh,” I murmured against her cunt.“Give it to me. Let me taste the part of you that only I’ve touched. Only I’ve filled.”

Her breathing turned ragged. Fingers tangled in my hair, she held me there, desperate, demanding. I groaned into her heat and plunged my tongue deep into her gaping bloom, gripping her hips to keep her from bucking me off.

Her cry split the air.

Sköll purred, satisfied, but I wasn’t done.

I licked, sucked, and stabbed my tongue into her again and again, chasing every drop of slick from her desperate cunt. Her sweetness coated my mouth and beard while she trembled beneath me.

Our bond thrived, tendrils reaching out, slow and steady.

Liùsaidh’s bond no longer dull and heavy. It reached out to mine.

Sköll felt it.

The flame stirred in my chest.

I buried my face in her mound, licking, sucking, and biting before teasing her flushed pearl with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs trembled, and she purred my name.

“Var-grrr.”

The whispered purr made my cock throb. Sköll rumbled, drunk on the way she purred for us. Ours. Always ours.

I glanced above her fiery mound, locking onto her half-lidded eyes. Her thighs tightened around my head, a silent, desperate command.

“I know what you need. What will take your ache away,” I growled, slipping my fingers through her slick.“You need this cunt stretched open and stuffed full.”

“Yes,” she moaned, breathy and weak, as I pushed two fingers inside her.

Her insides pulsed around me—tight, wet, needy and gripping like a heartbeat. Like a promise from the Gods.

Stubborn girl. She could have had this hours ago.

I pulled my fingers free, ignoring her whimper, and flipped her onto her belly. I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it beneath her hips, lifting her ass just right.

Let her feel it, every part of me. Let her stretch for me.