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ALICE
I have Fenrother buried in me.
He hasn’t left my side, and I think it’s been a whole day and a night where he’s plundered me over and over.
During all this time, he’s made sure I’ve eaten, drunk water, and he has ensured my heated body has everything it needs.
What it needs is his cock, his seed, and most of all, him.
Presently, his even breathing tells me he’s sleeping, even though he insisted he did not need to sleep while I required his attentions.
His slumber hasn’t affected his cock, which remains as hard as ever.
It pulses inside me, and I clamp down on it in response.
“,” his sleepy voice murmurs in my ear as he performs a lazy thrust.
I moan.
I’m sore, despite all the fluids.
I’m also sticky with my own sweat.
“I need a bath,” I say, not entirely sure I could make it on legs which feel like they’re made out of jelly.
“Bath.” Fenrother’s deep voice is a raw burr.
He unfolds himself from the bed with me in his arms, his cock slipping free and causing yet more floods.
With a sinuous ease, he carries me through to the bathroom, where the huge bath steams gently, as if it’s been waiting for us.
Maybe it has. This place is magic, after all.
Fenrother lowers us both into the water.
I hiss as my sensitive parts come into contact with the hot water, and he buries his head in my hair, crooning softly.
“Good mate,” he says.
“You took my pizzle so well during your heat.”
“Is it over?” I ask as he sluices the water over me and my painful parts begin to ease.
“It should be.”
“What about your rut?”
“That doesn’t end until the moon month is up. Your heat makes it easier for me to fill you, but my body will not rest until it is sure,” he says with some considerable enthusiasm.
Exhaustion, rather tension, flows through my limbs.
The dull ache in my stomach has been replaced by the soreness between my thighs and deep within me where I have been repeatedly stung around my cervix.
My shoulder burns in a slow pulse where Fenrother bit me.
All in all, it’s been a wild ride.
I lean my head against Fenrother’s chest. It moves up and down with his even breathing.
My big bad monster is asleep once again.
Despite everything, it seems mating for a full twenty-four hours can take it out of any male, including Fenrother.
His ruggedly handsome features are softer when he sleeps, taking on an innocence which I know I’ve taken from him with my mere presence.
Fenrother was untouched, and within a short time, he has discovered what a female is and has done things he probably hadn’t ever thought about.
I gently stroke a finger over his strong jaw.
The fine scales there glitter under my touch.
I didn’t expect my heart to open for him, but it has.
What we have done has nothing to do with instinct or the countdown the queen believes she has imposed.
It has far more to do with two souls finding each other.
Fenrother is funny, both intentionally and unintentionally, playful, growly, and sweet in varying measures.
Above all, he’s as lonely as I was, trapped in a life he didn’t understand and which he didn’t ask for.
Beneath me, my great Wyrm flinches, his hand flapping at his nose and spraying himself with water as his eyes open in alarm.
For a brief second, I see terror there until they fall on me and instead a smile spreads over his face.
“.” He rasps my name.
“You were somewhere else.”
“I was, but I’m here with you now.” He sighs deeply, one hand playing under the water, sweeping from side to side in a rocking motion.
“I always want to be with you, .”
I wish I knew how much of this is Fenrother and how much of it is his instinct, the part of him he cannot control.
For the time being, I don’t want to think about it at all, simply enjoying the moment when he is calm and I am calm and the bath is hot.
Whatever happens next, it’s in the lap of fate, and if there’s one thing I’ve discovered in my time in the Yeavering, it’s that fate will do what fate will do.
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