Page 35 of Heart of the Wolf

Chapter seventeen

Brielle

Lips brushed along her temple, while a callused hand rubbed slowly over her belly. Brielle keened, stretching out her limbs and sweeping aside the halo of wild curls until they fanned behind her. Sleepily, she reached out, closing her tiny hand around a muscled arm.

“Hjartae mitt,” a gruff voice whispered in her ear. “Good morning, my sun and sky.”

“úlfr.”

Her brows knitted together as Brielle blinked, eyes adjusting to the bright morning light streaming in through the smoke holes in the roof. Struggling to place where she was, Brielle shifted her tired limbs, sitting up and staring at the roaring fire in the hearth.

“Our daughter lets you rest best under the moon and stars. I let you sleep in our valley until the sun started to wake, and then I brought you back to our bed.”

That deep, assured tone settled her. She relaxed into the warmth of the solid arms circling her. Leif burrowed his face into her mane, sweeping the hair aside to trail his nose along the hinge of her jaw before kissing the lobe of her ear.

“Are you hungry, kona?”

Brielle grimaced, the thought of food unpleasant as their baby kicked happily near her ribs. Licking her lips, she laced her fingers with Leif’s, running their joined hands along her stomach. A series of solid kicks jutted close to her bladder, making her grumble.

“Your son is quite active this morning, meaning I am not very hungry,” she snickered, only slightly bothered. She wouldn’t mind all the rolling around if it didn’t twist her stomach in knots.

“Our daughter,” he emphasized, “is merely content. She is happy in your belly. But you should eat. Some nuts at least.”

“If this baby would leave, I would eat more. Time to get out, little one,” she chuckled, knowing it wasn’t quite time yet, but still wanting her body to be her own again.

“A healer once told my mother of a remedy to hurry along stubborn babies.”

A dangerous, wolfish grin stretched his lips, making Brielle wary.

“Leif,” she said, wiggling against the stiff length pressing against her hip. “And what would that method be?”

Chuckling, Leif pushed Brielle into the pillows. Icy slits of silver flickered in his gray eyes as he opened her legs, bunching up the hem of his oversized tunic that he must have tossed on her when he brought her back to bed.

Long silver braids framed his pale face, highlighting the large scar that bisected his eye. The silk fabric of his tunic was smooth against her ribs as his hand twisted into it, moving it until her entire stomach was exposed.

Feral eyes glowed back at her as he helped her forward, shedding the garment and leaving her bare. Leif hummed an appreciative noise, palming both her heavy breasts, flicking his thumbs over her pebbled nipples.

Brielle whimpered, rocking her hips while biting down on her lip. They were so sensitive now, Leif barely had to touch them to send a tingle of need straight to her center. His cock stood proudly against his chiseled stomach, the scars woven in seamlessly with the lines of muscle on his abdomen.

“Let us see how hard you will come for me. The harder, the better; it will tell our baby it is time to leave,” he said, his eyes lighting up playfully.

“I am also a healer, Leif, and I have never heard of such a way to induce labor,” she said, his fingers still circling her nipples.

“Then perhaps we should try it and see if it works,” he said, bending down, careful not to put pressure on her stomach. “Relax for me.”

Leif coiled a curl around his finger, giving it a slight tug before his lips met hers. A pleased noise purred from her as her hands skated over his ribs, gripping his sides, trying to force him where she wanted him, but to no avail.

“That is not relaxing,” he chuckled into her swollen lips. “That is taking control. Do you not trust me to make you feel good?”

As if to stress his point, Leif rolled a nipple between his fingers, sending a delicious shock of heat down her spine.

“úlfr,” she whimpered, grinding her hips below him. “I trust you.”

Too slowly, Leif lathed warm, wet kisses down the hollow of her throat before continuing through the valley of her breasts. He paused, inhaling deeply and massaging the fuller weight of them in his palms. Nails lightly scraped the underside of them, making her suck in a strangled breath.

“So beautiful, always beautiful. Our baby makes you glow like a goddess. My goddess.”

The tip of his tongue swirled and flicked each peak.

It was beautiful intoxication, his motions making her drunk with pleasure.

He smiled as he kissed her belly before reaching the apex of her thighs.

His fingers kneaded the heated skin, pushing her knees further apart and holding her open.

Another pulse of arousal shot to her core, the anticipation building low at the base of her spine.

“Leif,” she moaned, burrowing her fingers in the loose strands atop his head before closing a hand around one of his braids and pulling, making him growl. “Please?”

Wet heat dripped down her thighs as he languidly ran the flat of his tongue through her slit.

A broken chorus of whimpers trilled in her throat, flames kissing her cheeks and chest. Leif held her legs open, fighting her attempts to snap them shut, lathing a series of worshipful licks over her clit, a low sound rumbling through him with each pass.

“You never have to beg me,” he groaned. “I will always make you feel good.”

It didn’t take long before her thighs started to tremble in his hold, the familiar warmth spreading through her belly.

Her hips canted into him as his mouth closed around her clit, sucking while his tongue circled the bud.

Sharp nails dug into the supple flesh of her thighs.

Bruises bloomed there while beads of sweat trickled off her brow.

He hummed, vibrating the overly sensitive spot, and with that, Brielle shattered, breaking like cracked ice on the river’s edge.

Her back bowed elegantly off the bed, her fingers burrowing into the furs as a string of breathless pleas fell from her lips.

The swirl of his tongue around her slowed as the waves of her release crested.

“Good,” he praised with a kiss over her entrance. “So good.”

Tenderly, he brushed the sweaty curls off her face. Brielle panted, eyeing the remnants of her climax shining in his groomed beard. Two fingers rubbed through her slit, a quiet cooing noise leaving Leif’s mouth.

“So wet. Another one, I think,” he said, slipping those two fingers into her still-clenching core. “So perfect.”

The stretch was delicious. Brielle shifted, taking him deeper and making another pulse of heat run down her thighs and around Leif’s fingers. He peppered a series of soft kisses to her hips, lazily pumping his fingers in and out of her.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Ready?!” she asked, confused by his question, and rocking her hips.

Black pupils eclipsed the flecks of silver in his eyes, Leif’s wolf simmering underneath. He rotated his wrist, and on the next stroke of his fingers, he tapped a spot just behind her clit, making her gasp a breathless sound. Her lips parted in a wide ‘o’, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“I… Oh… Leif,” she whimpered, clutching his arms and leaving crescent marks on his biceps.

“Look at me,” he demanded, deepening his thrusts.

Without overthinking it, Brielle popped her eyes open to see dark, feral ones looking back at her like she was a gazelle to be devoured. He dipped back between her legs and lapped at her swollen bud, flicking it in time with each tap of his fingers.

There was pressure, so much pressure. It was unfamiliar. The climbing heat. The tautness in her belly. The desperate way her body wanted to fall apart.

“úlfr. Leif, I can’t. Something is different. I… I…,” she panted, dragging her nails down his arms, making blood prick at the surface.

“Steady, hjartae mitt. Trust me and chase the feeling like a firebird. Let go and burn with it.”

She held onto him, anchoring herself. It built and built until everything detonated within her like an exploding star.

Black specks flickered in her vision, blurring the silver-haired man nestled between her legs.

Her entire body shook, heat radiating from her fingers and toes as a gush of liquid rushed out, soaking Leif.

Wet noises sounded from between her legs.

Leif’s fingers squelched with each slow pump, dragging out the pleasure from her spent form.

Her heart rattled painfully in her chest, each breath hoarse and needy.

The word stop hovered on the tip of her tongue, her limbs heavy and immobile.

She couldn’t take much more, but it burned in the most blissful way possible.

She imagined it was like being reincarnated.

When her muscles stopped twitching and her thighs stopped trembling, Leif slipped his fingers from her core, evidence of her release trickling out of her. Not looking away, he closed his lips around his fingers, sucking them clean and smirking before removing them with a pop.

“Sweet like honeyed fruit. One more. One more on my cock,” he said, stealing a bruising kiss that tasted of her.

“I can’t,” she sobbed, the lust-gone look in her eyes giving her away.

Her body reacted of its own accord.

She wanted it, she wanted him.

Brielle tugged on his braid, a heel digging into his leg, urging him forward.

“Oh, but you can,” he said in a low breath, collaring her nape with his massive hand. “Strong, kona. Destined for pleasure.”

He ran a hand over his face, giving his cock two languid tugs before notching it at her entrance, settling between her legs. A thin sheen of her release shone on his face, glistening in his beard as he stared down at her.

A Konungr.

Odin’s chosen.

A wolf.

Leif may have been all those things, but with how he looked: with her release on his face, his cock resting on her cunt, his baby in her belly, he was hers. He ruled over clans, waged wars, and shed blood for peace.