Page 15 of Wulver’s Flame (Knotty #2)

Liùsaidh

Atrickle of sweat ran down from my shoulder. It trailed down my chest, and I saw the crimson droplet. I tried to blink through the fog and realised his teeth were in my neck.

He sighed. Hot breath on his prey, me, but he released my neck.

I winced as the pain registered.

He moved us to our sides. My eyes rolled. My insides gripped his knot, not ready for him to leave me.

He didn't.

He held me closer, kissing my back, shoulder, hair, neck and cheek.

A hand wrapped around me, resting on my breast. His fingers lazily circled my nipple. The fog thickened. My insides pulsed around his knot. Painful, but nothing like the debilitating cramps.

I rocked my hips, demanding more from him.

Wasn't this what he was created for?

“Does your gaping bloom need more, skaekja mín?” he murmured, pinching my nipple.

He called me his whore, but his voice held adoration.

Before I could react, a cramp rippled through me.

He hissed in my ear as I clenched around him.

“This is what you get with your mate. Blackhearted with a filthy mouth,” he said, sliding his hand down the curve of my waist.

I nodded.

His hand moved down my hip until he reached where we joined.

“You have a little pearl hidden away here,” he whispered as his fingers pressed down on me.

I reached back and gripped his hip, anchoring myself to him as the familiar explosion approached. He rocked his knot in me, teasing my opening before pushing back into me.

His staff massaged my insides, rubbing the tip deep inside while his knot stretched me open. His fingertips moved faster with his hips slapping against my rear. I gasped at the multiple attacks, only to realise that the cramp had vanished.

“Oh, yes, Vargr. That f-feels so good,” I whispered, digging my nails into his flesh.

“I know it does. I can feel you,” he said, moving faster, pressing his fingers down.

My insides contracted, and I pushed myself back onto his knot until I wailed.

He growled and gripped my hipbone, plunging his knot back and forth until his staff jerked. Hot seed filled my belly as my eyes closed. My insides continued to squeeze around him. His breath was heavy in my ear.

He felt so good inside of me.

My eyes fluttered closed as he continued to rock his knot and seed me.

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?

?

Distress forced my eyes open. I was empty, and the shooting pain was accompanied by a spasm. I held my belly as I felt his thick seed rush out of me. The stream of fluid dripped down my leg onto my nest.

I glanced around, but he wasn't there.

Vargr.

Knot.

I whimpered as the ache began between my legs. It throbbed until I clenched my legs together. The crescendo grew. My heart beat like a drum. My head thumped on my temple.

Scent.

I snatched at the scent—sweet, thick, undeniable.

Inhaling the linen cloth.

Honey cake.

But the ambrosia from his staff was the most concentrated.

Sweet and smoky.

I rolled onto my belly, rubbing myself on my nest, his scent.

I was empty. Raw. Still leaking him. My body begging for more.

Vargr.

Where was he?

Then I heard him. Behind me. Sniffing.

I dropped the cloth and knelt up, crawling towards him.

He held a platter and a tankard, but I didn't need food in my belly.

“Vánd maer, my seed was supposed to stay inside you,” he growled. Bad girl.

“No food,” I said, reaching for his naked flesh.

I raked my nails across his stomach, down to the leather cord holding his trousers tight. One tug and the knot unravelled.

Before I could reach inside, he slapped my hand away.

“Drink first.”

My outrage didn't come. Instead, I gripped my belly and collapsed on the bed.

He lifted my head and held the tankard to my lips. I clutched his wrist and drank the cool water, gulping it down until it streamed down my chin to my chest.

“Messy little thing,” he murmured, but his eyes were on my wet breasts.

I crawled back up his body, pressing my breasts against his painted abdomen. The black markings against my white and pink skin made my insides quiver.

“Vargr, please,” I implored, dragging my breasts up his ribcage, gasping as my nipples scraped against his hard body. “I need you. No food.”

His blue eyes turned golden.

Skoll’s growl vibrated from his chest to my breasts.

I whimpered.

“Give me your knot,” I begged.

His nostrils flared as he sniffed the air again. A cruel smile curled his lip at the corner. It didn't frighten me. It excited me.

He wouldn't be gentle.

“Is your little cunt so hungry that you're begging me?” he asked, grazing my flushed cheek with the back of his fingers.

I closed my eyes at the touch and nodded.

“Good. Lie on your back and hold your legs up. I want you to be able to see inside that gaping bloom,” he growled.

Victory!

I released him and fell onto my back, watching him remove the tankard and platter as I spread myself open for him.

He pulled his woollen trousers off, tossing them to the side, but my eyes were on his cock and the beautiful, bulging dark knot. I hugged my knees to my chest, tilting my hips toward him. My slick trickled down, coating the crack between my cheeks.

“Look at you, weeping for your Alpha, my sweet little skaekja,” he said, climbing onto the bed.

He looked like a golden Norse God stepping to his altar. His body hovered over mine. My breaths came in short, sharp bursts as his long hair trailed over my skin.

“Vargr, feed me your seed. End my misery,” I whispered to him before licking my dry lips. “Fill me up again.”

He placed his hands near my head, resting his cock on my belly until I felt the heat radiating from his swollen knot.

“I’m all yours, Liùsaidh, just as you are mine,” he growled. “Do you feel my cock?”

I nodded.

Who could miss it? It was the size of my forearm.

“You will remain open and let your Alpha ride you. Let me fuck my pups into you. Breed your womb,” he said, rubbing his cock and knot over my wet, aching folds.

I nodded slowly, entranced by his words.

He rewarded me by placing his cock between my folds. I wanted to pull myself open for him, but I held my legs. He pushed forward, and I hummed a low moan like a prayer. He spread me open, pushed it inside, stretching me out bit by bit.

“Not just once. I will fill you again and again until you swell. Until your body can’t forget me,” he promised.

“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Vargr,” I cried as his knot brushed against my wet folds.

“That is it, sweet skaekja, feel my knot’s kiss,” he snarled, making me contract around him.

He pulled back and slammed back into me, and I howled like a beast. My grips slipped, but he grabbed my legs and pinned them to the bed.

“Let me help you,” he smiled. It was cold and cruel.

He was gone.

Eyes blazing gold.

There was no hesitation. He began to ride me as he promised, bouncing his hips with a wet slap of his knot, spearing my insides with his cock. The pleasure was so intense that I held onto his neck. My hands tangled in his hair. Each time he speared me, I grunted from his hips slamming down on me.

This is what I needed.

Harder, deeper, faster.

He gave it to me all.

Then his slippery knot pushed against me. I welcomed it all. Three more thrusts and he pushed it inside. My heart raced, my insides defeated. The glorious pain of the stretch made me scream as the pleasure exploded from my core to my soul.

“Seed,” I begged, unable to say anymore.

I clenched around him—hard, short, rapid contractions forcing his seed to surge.

Yes.

His cock flooded me with his seed, pouring into me as his face twisted with agonised pleasure.

Euphoria was all I felt.

No more ache. No more misery.

Just him. Only him.

Always him.

Vargr.