Page 16 of Wulver's Flame
She opened her mouth, but no words came.
My gaze dropped to her lips. Soft. Pink. Parted. Just like her cunt had been last night.
She needed my seed in both holes—needed her heat to come before I lost every thread of restraint.
Sköll didn’t help. He prowled just under my skin, snarling for release.
I tossed a dress at her.
“Put this on,” I said, voice like gravel,“if you want a reprieve from the bedchamber.”
I sat on the chest, unwavering. To watch her wrestle with the pelt and put the dress on without losing her modesty.
My sweet, innocent mate didn’t know that herbs and potions worked both ways. She would have a very deep slumber tonight.
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While she foraged, her tongue lashed me in her native tongue.
“Destroying ma medicine. Oafish brute. A wolf?” she scoffed. “More like a mangy mutt.”
Sköll didn’t care about her words. She was fed, watered and seeing her outside made him happy.
She walked to another spot, bending over to run her hand through the long grass. Her arse was in the air.
Mounting position.
I pushed myself off the tree and stalked behind her. When I reached her, I gripped her hips.
She shrieked, and I held her tighter.
Her basket fell. She jerked upright.
“Are you teasing me?” I murmured, grinding myself against her perfect mounds of hot flesh.
Her neck was free of the collar. I rubbed my face and beard against her neck.
“Ya hairy bull’s arse. Get aff me,” she snarled, trying to stomp on my foot.
“I love it when you curse at me in your tongue. It makes me harder,” I whispered.
She froze.
Didn’t say a word.
My fingers slid up her waist, toward the swell of her breasts.
“By Odin’s blood. You’re the most beautiful mate we could have asked for. One day, you will beg me to fill you up. Stuff my knot into that tight little honeypot. You will beg me to breed you.”
Her body trembled, and her breath came in short, sharp bursts.
Sköll was in Valhalla as we inhaled her reluctant sweetness arising.
“We can smell your need,villikona mín,” I said softly, calling her my wild woman because everything about her drove us wild.
I brushed my fingers over her nipples, groaning when I felt the peaks stiffen through the thin linen dress.
“Your body knows what it wants, your thinking is slow,” I growled, gripping her nipples, rolling and tugging those tight little peaks.
