Page 47 of Heart of the Wolf
“Ride my face. Come on my mouth. I want to drink from you.”
A squeak stuttered in her chest. He arched a brow, daring her to defy him.
Brielle lowered herself until his broad tongue licked through her slit. She gasped, and Leif’s palms swatted her thighs, pulling her down until she was flush with his mouth, grinding.
Nothing about him was gentle; he was starved. His tongue lapped at her, switching between circling her clit and thrusting into her. The lewd sounds only encouraged him. Leif suckled on her, humming a pleased noise when her legs started to tremble.
It only spurred him on. Brielle circled her hips, chasing that blissful burn so close to igniting her like a dying phoenix.
Leif dipped two fingers into her, curling them as his mouth grew more insistent against her clit. Everything caught fire all at once as Brielle shattered with a cry, her hands buried in his hair as her hips canted against his mouth.
Flashes of white flickered in her eyes as Leif pumped his fingers in steady strokes, coaxing her through each crest of her orgasm. He moaned between her legs, drinking from her until her body stilled with the final quakes of her climax.
A hand slid up her back, under her dress, nails gliding along the sheen of sweat there. Leif scooted her back until she straddled his waist. His face glistened with the evidence of her pleasure, and she smiled shyly, sucking in her bottom lip.
Those lust-gone eyes just stared at her as he brought his fingers up to her mouth, the ones coated in her.
“Taste yourself,” he commanded.
Unable to deny him, she parted her lips, moaning as his fingers filled her mouth. She flicked her tongue around the digits, sighing at the sweet tartness of her on his fingers. She sucked them clean, and Leif removed them with a pop.
“Off,” he said gruffly, pawing at her dress like it offended him. “You only sleep with me naked. I want to feel you.”
Brielle shed the garment, now as bare as he was. Fingers burrowed into her hair, and he pulled her languid form into him, brushing the sweaty curls from her face.
Slowly, her fingers ghosted over the bandaged wounds, worried their activities made them worse.
“Only scratches,” he murmured, his voice a low, distracting rumble as he held her tighter. “They will heal. Now let me love you.”
Chapter twelve
Brielle
Despite Astrid’s insistence that no one could plan a bonding ceremony in a few weeks, Leif refused to wait until spring to marry. For a week, Brielle kept Leif on bed rest, allowing his injuries to heal properly.
During that time, Leif directed Astrid to plan for their wedding since Brielle refused to let him do anything else.
While Astrid explained that planning took time and the snow had already started to stick, she eventually relented when Leif lavished her with compliments. Brielle was grateful. She didn’t want to wait either.
After another week had passed, Brielle declared him fit enough to resume normal activities. Wasting no time, Leiftook her, murmuring sweet praises and words about being unable to wait to make her his kona.
In the days that followed, she dreamed of it. Their life together. His wolf curled protectively around her, cloaking her in his shadow like a guardian of Heimdall. Sometimes, in her dreams, he carried her into a field of wildflowers, fucking her under the moon.
The will of the gods steered them, keeping them close until they solidified their bond. It ached in her chest, gnarling around her like the withered roots of an aged oak tree.
Fate had predestined them, and the unease wouldn’t settle until they joined their lives in words as much as in their souls.
Their bonding was set to take place in a week’s time. Only after Astrid bribed nearly half the women in the village with new dresses to help her. The well-worn streets were a flurry of activity. Hrafna joined the festivities, learning how impossible it was to say no to the Konungr’s sister.
The week before the wedding passed in a haze. Her mornings and evenings were spent in bed, with Leif buried between her thighs. Most days, he woke her with her already on the brink of exploding around his fingers.
Fresh blankets of snow covered the fields in a few short days. Game was scarce, yet Leif still came home with a string full of rabbits and, sometimes, deer.
He promised to teach her how to hunt once spring broke. While she appreciated that he always provided for her, she didn’t want to rely solely on him.
That wasn’t who she was.
And if that meant snaring rabbits while he was away, she would. Whatever he needed from her, she would give. Whether it was counsel, healing, or distractions, she would be by his side in all things.
