Page 16 of Wulver’s Flame (Knotty #2)

Vargr

The Gods fated me with the perfect mate.

So pliant in her heat, giving yet demanding.

By the second day, she was like a naughty pup.

I woke up to her mouth attached to my cock and her demanding that I feed her my seed.

With her eyes half-lidded, lashes wet, tongue greedy. She wasn’t sucking—she was feasting.

Who was I to deny her sustenance?

It was a battle to get her to eat food. She ate when I gave her small morsels at a time, but only if my knot remained inside her.

She’d whine when I pulled out, even to reposition her. Her heat-addled cunt clenched air, slick drooling onto the furs. She pressed herself to me, pawing at my chest, whispering, “Again, Vargr. Please again.”

Skoll adored her in her heat. I felt him beneath my skin, watching her, mooning over her.

The bond was a beautiful tool during her heat. She loved to be fucked by a beast, and she’d nearly crush my knot when I whispered sweet filth in her ear.

The thralls thought she was sick. Feverish and weak, but they didn’t know how unwell her mind was.

Not from illness, from need.

She wasn’t dying. She was starving, and only my cock could feed her.

My rut went hand in hand with her heat, but I waited patiently for her bite. The deeper her heat progressed, the wilder she became.

It was only a matter of time.

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I tried coaxing her, but she sat in her nest, stubbornly refusing to budge.

I couldn't be angry with her when she looked like Huldra the wood nymph, luring men to their doom.

Liùsaidh sat with her knees folded beneath her, thighs parted, pretty pink breasts on show, and her wild curls full of us caked in her hair.

“Come and bathe, my sweet,” I cajoled. “It will help your aches. You will feel better.”

She drew her chin down to her chest and widened her eyes, before fluttering her eyelashes at me. The haze of the heat still clouded them. Her head shook, her curls danced around her shoulders. My cock began to rise when her fingers slipped to her inner thighs.

“I will get in the bath with you if your knot is inside me,” the brat bargained with me, licking her lips when she saw my cock stiffen.

“Don't you dare touch your cunt,” I growled when her fingers drew closer to her sweetfolds.

My patience gone, I marched away from the steaming bath. She could suffer a cold bath if she was hungry for more.

“Get on your hands and knees, give me your cunt,” I snapped at her.

She bit her lip and moved into position, but not before I caught her smile.

I smiled as a thought struck me. To teach my mate a lesson.

“Always so hungry,” I murmured, spreading her bare cheeks apart.

Her body was littered with marks—claws, teeth and handprints. Her muscles would be aching, which is why I wanted her to bathe in hot water.

So be it.

I slapped her bruised cheek. It blushed beautifully, and she hissed before shuffling towards me for more.

Loki, help me.

I slapped her other cheek, pausing to rotate my hits.

SLAP. SLAP. SLAP!

We sniffed the air, and as sure as the sun that rises every day, her gaping bloom leaked slick that dripped down the insides of her thighs.

She likes to play. Skoll said, delighted.

Yes, I was ready to play. My knot was as swollen as my cock.

I dug my hand between her folds, coating her slick on me before parting her cheeks. Her pretty pink rassh?l looked like a star. I coated it with slick. Liùsaidh, looked over her shoulder.

“Bad girls get fingers stuffed in their arseholes,” I said, teasing the tight muscle with my thumb.

She groaned, but didn't move. I pressed harder until I forced her hole open.

So tight.

I eased my thumb in.

“Every hole in your body is mine to claim,” I said before dragging my thumb back and forth.

The longer I did, the looser the muscles became. What I didn't expect was for Liùsaidh to push her arse on my digit. My cock leaked on the bed.

Bad, bad girl. How was I to punish her if she enjoyed her punishments?

Good mate. Skoll growled back.

I ignored him and guided my cock between her folds, gripping her arse with my hand, thumb firmly embedded in her hole.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she muttered in her heat-doused fog. “More—knot.”

I pressed into her silky depths, bath forgotten.

“Every time I knot you, your body begs for more. Look at you. Heat-drunk, both holes filled and aching to be bred,” I said, giving her what she needed.

I used my grip on her arse to hold her in place while I began to move faster, thrusting harder until her insides clenched around me. My cock shone from her slick, and I started to move my thumb in and out of her arsehole.

“Oh, Vargr, yes,” she moaned, drunk with desire.

But I knew what she wanted.

“Tell me what you need, my sweet skaekja. Tell me and I will give it to you,” I said, gripping her hip, ready to stuff her full with my knot.

“Stretch me with your knot. Fill me up with your hot seed-surge,” she moaned.

Yes.

I thrust my thumb deep inside her arse before yanking it out to take hold of both her hips. I snapped my hips forward until my knot parted her silkfolds.

“You’re going to be heavy with me. Full of my come, full of my pups. Everyone will see what you are. A cock hungry skaekja, always begging for more,” I snarled, but through the bond, I felt her need intensify.

This was the heat—her need to receive and mine to give.

“Open up. Let me in,” I commanded. “I know you need it.”

She relaxed enough for my knot to slip in. I held myself against her, pressing forward until she sucked me in. As she began to cry and moan, I reached between her legs to strum on her pearl.

The sight was glorious. Her cheeks bouncing against my front. My dark red knot slipped in and out with her as she chased it. I could feel my seed.

“Vargrrr,” she cried.

I yanked her back, impaling her onto my knot, driving forward as my fingers slipped over her pearl. Her arse bucked, and she clamped around me, milking my seed out of me while she cried out. I felt every hot spurt gush into her.

“Yes, oh. Thank you,” she sighed before her arms collapsed and her head fell on the bed.

I groaned as my seed continued to surge inside her.

“Don't get comfortable. You're going in the bathtub with my knot stuffed inside you as you requested.”

She moaned into the furs.

I lifted her up, arm wrapped around her chest, joined by my knot and carried her toward the bathtub. Her cunt fluttered around my knot with every step.

“No,” she moaned.

I growled into her shoulder—she’d asked for this, and she’d take it all like the good little skaekja she was.

I settled in the water with her bound to my knot. It wasn't long before I started to play with her pearl and tweak her nipples.

It seemed that I was as bad as my mate.