Page 10 of Wulver’s Flame (Knotty #2)

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She dragged her feet behind me, but I never released her hand. Her small, dainty fingers were limp in my grip. We loved touching her. Any part of her. She mumbled curses under her breath, no doubt cursing my existence. Skoll was happy. We’d see her naked again.

When we climbed the rocky path, her fingers tightened around mine. I led her to the pool and she gasped at the sight.

“No one will come here. They know better,” I said, releasing her hand.

I removed the bag with soap and a drying cloth before stripping out of my clothes.

“What are you doing?” she gasped as I tugged the leather from my feet.

“Bathing,” I said, diving into the cold water.

When I surfaced, I pushed my hair back and caught a glimpse of her indecision.

“If you want to bathe, you have to come in.”

“It—it’s indecent,” she stammered.

“You’ve already seen the beast between my legs,” I taunted. “Are you scared?”

Her glare burned like sparks.

“Your Gods gave you strength but forgot the rest,” she snapped. “Turn your back.”

I chuckled but did as she said.

“Don’t try to stab me in the back.”

“I’d fight you to your face, you hairy beast.”

I turned just in time to see her balancing on the rocks, trying to climb into the water. Her eyes caught mine.

My heart slammed against my chest as her foot slipped.

I reached the pool’s edge and caught her as she tumbled.

Skoll whined, anxious, as I checked her head in case she cracked her skull. Mortals were weak beings.

“Get off me,” she snapped, pushing at my chest.

I made the mistake of looking at her. A pink blush spread up her chest to her neck. Her nipples hardened, calling to my mouth. The cold water did nothing to stop my cock rising.

Mate. Our mate. Skoll said with reverence.

Ignoring her struggles, I moved away from the rocks and, with a grin, dropped her into the water.

Her head popped up, gasping for air, her flame-red hair darkened and spread around her like a fiery halo.

“You’d best sleep with one eye open, demon,” she warned before gliding toward the waterfall.

Her back bobbed gently, pure as snow against the water’s dark surface.

I chuckled.

She was the one who should worry about falling asleep with a wolf in her bed.

The memory of her hungrily licking every drop of my seed from my fingers lingered in my mind.

Skoll’s delight at our secret feeding was apparent.

Play with our mate, he chuffed.

Our mate made the shadows of our past feel like a distant storm.

She gave us joy simply by breathing—our fierce, flame-haired warrior.

I grabbed the lavender soap from the bag and followed her to the waterfall.

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The Valerian root powder did the trick. I lifted her hand up and dropped it on the bed. She didn't stir. I rolled the pale blue dress up, unveiling her body. The scent hit me like an axe to my skull.

It was different.

Deeper.

Richer.

I sniffed again. And again.

By the third time, we were groaning.

It was happening.

I closed my eyes, thanking the Gods.

Our mate. Our future. Our bloodline.

I never imagined we could be blessed in such a manner.

Rewarded for the terrible acts we committed.

Skoll remained silent. Stubborn.

My cock drooled against her inner thigh, reminding me of our purpose.

I crawled on top of her, resting my swelling knot on her nest of curls while I worked the length of my cock.

My hand moved from tip to the base, slow at first, then faster as her scent surrounded us.

I grazed my knot against her honeypot, gently rocking back and forth.

Her hair was scattered against the pillows, and her delicate features were soft in slumber. Her nipples peeked out from beneath her dress. I ground my engorged knot against her mound, pumping my hand faster when I felt her slick begin to coat me.

The silent room filled up with my heavy breathing as my balls tingled. I pictured her belly full, stretched and round from our pup, with a roar, my seed surged out of me, spraying her belly.

I quickly pointed the tip down as I continued to pump out every drop of my seed. Splash after thick splash, it pooled on her belly. She was marked.

But now it was time to feed her.

I released my cock to scoop up my warm seed, holding her chin until I could pour it into her. It trickled down her lip, but I left it there for her to taste when the sun rose. I closed her mouth.

She groaned.

I froze, but she swallowed it all.

I moved down the bed to scoop up the remains, leaving my favourite part until the end, feeding the tight little gaping bloom between her legs.

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The thralls whispered about the chain above the bed. I snapped at them sharply until they scattered. I loaded the platter up, ensuring there was a generous portion of the porridge she loved so much.

When I returned to the bedroom, she was still asleep. I placed the food on the wooden chest to unlock her collar. My dried seed was on her chin. I smoothed her hair back and kissed her temple.

“You will thank me for this, flameheart. Your womb will remember what your lips cannot,” I whispered to her.

Skoll shuddered.

Breed mate. He whined.

Soon. She is almost ready. I replied.

“What are you doing?” she croaked.

I moved back to lock my eyes on hers.

“Unlocking your pretty collar,” I said with a slow smile.

She groaned, closing her eyes.

“May your sword arm wither like heather in a drought,” she mumbled before opening her eyes.

Her tongue was sharper than my sword. I opened the collar, and she lifted her head as I removed it. I wouldn't need to use the iron collar.

Soon, she would be bound to me in an unbreakable bond.

The bond would be her new set of chains.