Page 33 of Wulver's Flame
He moved us to our sides. My eyes rolled. My insides gripped his knot, not ready for him to leave me.
He didn't.
He held me closer, kissing my back, shoulder, hair, neck and cheek.
A hand wrapped around me, resting on my breast. His fingers lazily circled my nipple. The fog thickened. My insides pulsed around his knot. Painful, but nothing like the debilitating cramps.
I rocked my hips, demanding more from him.
Wasn't this what he was created for?
“Does your gaping bloom need more,skækja mín?” he murmured, pinching my nipple.
He called me his whore, but his voice held adoration.
Before I could react, a cramp rippled through me.
He hissed in my ear as I clenched around him.
“This is what you get with your mate. Blackhearted with a filthy mouth,” he said, sliding his hand down the curve of my waist.
I nodded.
His hand moved down my hip until he reached where we joined.
“You have a little pearl hidden away here,” he whispered as his fingers pressed down on me.
I reached back and gripped his hip, anchoring myself to him as the familiar explosion approached. He rocked his knot in me, teasing my opening before pushing back into me.
His staff massaged my insides, rubbing the tip deep inside while his knot stretched me open. His fingertips moved faster with his hips slapping against my rear. I gasped at the multiple attacks, only to realise that the cramp had vanished.
“Oh, yes, Vargr. That f-feels so good,” I whispered, digging my nails into his flesh.
“I know it does. I can feel you,” he said, moving faster, pressing his fingers down.
My insides contracted, and I pushed myself back onto his knot until I wailed.
He growled and gripped my hipbone, plunging his knot back and forth until his staff jerked. Hot seed filled my belly as my eyes closed. My insides continued to squeeze around him. His breath was heavy in my ear.
He felt so good inside of me.
My eyes fluttered closed as he continued to rock his knot and seed me.
???
Distress forced my eyes open. I was empty, and the shooting pain was accompanied by a spasm. I held my belly as I felt his thick seed rush out of me. The stream of fluid dripped down my leg onto my nest.
I glanced around, but he wasn't there.
Vargr.
Knot.
I whimpered as the ache began between my legs. It throbbed until I clenched my legs together. The crescendo grew. My heart beat like a drum. My head thumped on my temple.
Scent.
I snatched at the scent—sweet, thick, undeniable.
