Page 35 of Wulver's Flame
Victory!
I released him and fell onto my back, watching him remove the tankard and platter as I spread myself open for him.
He pulled his woollen trousers off, tossing them to the side, but my eyes were on his cock and the beautiful, bulging dark knot. I hugged my knees to my chest, tilting my hips toward him. My slick trickled down, coating the crack between my cheeks.
“Look at you, weeping for your Alpha, my sweet littleskækja,” he said, climbing onto the bed.
He looked like a golden Norse God stepping to his altar. His body hovered over mine. My breaths came in short, sharp bursts as his long hair trailed over my skin.
“Vargr, feed me your seed. End my misery,” I whispered to him before licking my dry lips. “Fill me up again.”
He placed his hands near my head, resting his cock on my belly until I felt the heat radiating from his swollen knot.
“I’m all yours, Liùsaidh, just as you are mine,” he growled. “Do you feel my cock?”
I nodded.
Who could miss it? It was the size of my forearm.
“You will remain open and let your Alpha ride you. Let me fuck my pups into you. Breed your womb,” he said, rubbing his cock and knot over my wet, aching folds.
I nodded slowly, entranced by his words.
He rewarded me by placing his cock between my folds. I wanted to pull myself open for him, but I held my legs. He pushed forward, and I hummed a low moan like a prayer. He spread me open, pushed it inside, stretching me out bit by bit.
“Not just once. I will fill you again and again until you swell. Until your body can’t forget me,” he promised.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Vargr,” I cried as his knot brushed against my wet folds.
“That is it, sweetskækja, feel my knot’s kiss,” he snarled, making me contract around him.
He pulled back and slammed back into me, and I howled like a beast. My grips slipped, but he grabbed my legs and pinned them to the bed.
“Let me help you,” he smiled. It was cold and cruel.
He was gone.
Eyes blazing gold.
There was no hesitation. He began to ride me as he promised, bouncing his hips with a wet slap of his knot, spearing my insides with his cock. The pleasure was so intense that I held onto his neck. My hands tangled in his hair. Each time he speared me, I grunted from his hips slamming down on me.
This is what I needed.
Harder, deeper, faster.
He gave it to me all.
Then his slippery knot pushed against me. I welcomed it all. Three more thrusts and he pushed it inside. My heart raced, my insides defeated. The glorious pain of the stretch made me scream as the pleasure exploded from my core to my soul.
“Seed,” I begged, unable to say anymore.
I clenched around him—hard, short, rapid contractions forcing his seed to surge.
Yes.
His cock flooded me with his seed, pouring into me as his face twisted with agonised pleasure.
Euphoria was all I felt.
