Page 14 of Wulver’s Flame (Knotty #2)

Vargr

The rut stories weren’t exaggerated. My control hung by a thread, frayed and ready to snap.

Then she moved.

Inside her nest, she spread her thighs wide, presenting herself, ready to be mounted.

Skoll went still. Silent. Brimming with need.

Only one word thundered through me—brEED.

I couldn’t tell if it came from him or me. It didn’t matter.

I crouched and lifted Liùsaidh’s chin, peering into her heat-glazed eyes. Her pupils were blown wide. Lips parted. Mind melted.

She drank from my cock as if she’d found the elixir of life. I smeared the spit and slick across her face. She smiled, delirious, and nuzzled into my palm like she belonged there.

“Turn around. Give me that hot aching cunt,” I growled, my voice a promise soaked in hunger.

Ours, Skoll whispered—his words curling through me like fire on snow.

Then louder, brutal, undeniable—MOUNT.

She obeyed, small hands pressed into the furs, hips high, cunt glistening.

Our little mate was ready.

I curled my fingers down the crack of her arse until her soaked flame-red curls were beneath me. The heat radiating off her was fierce.

“P-Please—”

One word, but her pain, need, and desperation wracked through it.

“Tell me what you need and use my name, úlfa mìn,” I crooned, slipping my fingers parting her silkfold.

She clawed the furs and raised her hips, mewling like a feral animal before she spoke.

“Vargr,” she purred.

My name on her lips. For the first time. And the world shifted.

My fingers stilled.

“AGAIN!” I bellowed as something inside my chest snapped.

“VAR-grrrr,” she growled my name. Wolf.

The spirit of my name. My bloodline.

Now, our bloodline.

“Vargr, please give me your staff,” she said with a shiver. “Make it stop.”

I slipped two fingers inside her, and her legs shook as a tortured moan left her lips. She rubbed her face back and forth on my scented clothing, panting while her gaping bloom clutched my fingers.

Skoll was pacing, impatient, yet loved everything I was doing to our mate.

I eased my fingers back before plunging them deeper until I felt the thin membrane.

“Your first time will hurt, saeta mín,” I murmured, gently probing her again and again until her slick drenched my fingers. My sweet.

“I will take it, Vargr,” she cried into the furs. “I will take everything you give me.”

Skoll rumbled in my chest with satisfaction.

I removed my fingers, ignoring Liùsaidh’s protest.

“Fenrir, son of Loki, first of our kind. Bless this night. Never before have our bodies joined another, our first, our only. By the law of blood and fate, bear witness to our bond. The wolf and the flame—feral and fire become one,” I vowed, my heart thudding like a war drum beneath my ribs.

No sooner had my invocation finished. I felt Skoll’s peace, like the calm after a turbulent storm.

I leaned over Liùsaidh’s back, until she trembled beneath me. She twisted her head back, and I smoothed her hair away from her sweet face. Confusion flitted through her dazed eyes.

“Elskan mín, this is my blood oath to you. Never shall you walk alone. Your mate will perish to protect you. My flamehearted warrior, I claim you beyond breath, beyond bone. My soul shall guard yours across life and death, through fire and storm. You are mine, from this night-watching until Ragnarok itself,” I vowed, my voice strong, my reverence burning into her pale blue eyes.

And my heart? It was already hers—always had been.

My eyes closed as I claimed her lips.

The last tender moment before my rut took over.

She sighed into my mouth, searching, probing, reciprocating.

Again and again, I tasted her sweetness, clashing together until my balls ached.

I released her mouth with a final kiss. Wet. Soft. Ours.

“Vargr,” she breathed, reaching for me.

“No, elskan mín,” I whispered, pulling away, though every part of me ached to stay. “This is the moment the gods carved for us. What we do now cannot be undone.” My love.

She slowly placed her face into the nest, her hips in the air, waiting.

I rubbed her flank, reaching for my dripping cock.

Eldmaer mín. My fire maiden.

Her fingers gripped the fur, grounding her as I parted her flame-haired sweetfold.

Skoll growled as I pressed into her cavern.

Our heart and growl became one.

“Já, fullkom mér,” she moaned, pushing back to swallow my cock. Yes, complete me.

I smiled, gripping her cheeks in my hands, spreading her open for me until I saw her pink folds envelop my cock. Her heat and slick welcomed me. My fingers tightened as I used the blunt head of my cock to press against her maidenhead.

By blood and bone.

I winced as the rut tried to take over.

“Nú, helvítis!” she cursed at me.

Skoll erupted, and I thrust into her, breaching the barrier in my path.

She let out a single muffled cry.

My fingers dug into her flesh, marking her inside and out. There was no turning back. I eased back and thrust again, deeper.

And again. Her cunt danced around me as she howled in pleasure and pain.

Her slick coated my turgid length.

I snapped, pulling back, and I snapped my hips forward until her straining hole struggled to take my length.

“Jà, Jà,” she screamed. “Harder.”

She was never a weak mortal. Even now, with her blood smeared across the length of my cock she demanded more.

I moved my hands to her hips to hold her upright and gave her what we both needed. My thrusts escalated as I plunged into her fiery depths until her slick dripped down my bulging knot.

With each delving thrust, I grunted while she cried for more until her voice was hoarse. An age-old rhythm that would end with my seed-surge in her womb.

“Yes, feel me carve out your insides, Liùsaidh. It's not over until you drench my cock and take my knot,” I snarled, moving her hips back and forth.

When her slick did its work, I banged my knot against her glistening slit. Again and again, I battered it until she bloomed, opening for me.

I roared when my knot broke through her folds, but it slipped out again. I reached for her shoulders, yanking her up and ploughed into her.

Not enough.

I repeated the thrusts countless times as she sobbed and begged for my knot. When she softened her insides, it slipped in.

All of it.

She moaned, and her hips twitched beneath me. Her cunt clenched around me. A broken sound cracked through the air as her pleasure climaxed. I brutally pulled out and continued to mate with her, dragging my knot in and out of her.

“More, Liùsaidh, give me more and I will feed your womb my seed,” I demanded, holding her shoulders while my hips smacked against her cheeks.

Her head flopped up and down. Wild red curls danced.

I could feel my balls tighten, and the pain sharpened. Before my seed surge could rush out, she shuddered and clamped around me. I drove into her, deep, hard. Knot jammed into her.

Her fire. Heat surrounded me.

My seed-surge shot out of me. Violent. Endless. Claiming.

Her cunt took it all, sealed by my knot.

“Yesss,” she sighed, receiving her long-awaited balm.

Skoll raised his head.

Teeth stretched my gums, claws pierced her shoulders.

We saw her neck and swooped down as my cock pulsed and my knot throbbed.

Soft flesh between my gums. A trickle of blood. Her scent around us.

We were home.

Our home.

She cried out but was unable to move. My body covered her. I rocked my knot back and forth with my teeth in her neck until she mewled.

Blood, bone and muscle burned in the centre of my chest as I felt it crack open.

The bond.

It reached out to Liùsaidh, hovering around her before it engulfed her.

I gasped as I felt her. As close as I felt Skoll.

Inside me.

My cock jerked as more seed surged out of me, pouring into her with my knot sealing her cunt.

I closed my eyes and saw a vision of us surrounded by pups.

Our pups.

Our bloodline.

The wolf and the flame.