Page 17 of Wulver’s Flame (Knotty #2)

Liùsaidh

Drink, mate and sleep was all I did. The concept of morning sun or night-watching vanished. My mind only thought of two things, knot and seed. Vargr gave it to me hard, soft, teasing, but he never refused me. He massaged my hips and belly when the cramps began, only to tease me before mounting me.

Recently, I’d begun begging for him to leave his knot inside me as I slept. Without it, I thrashed. Restless. Empty. I couldn’t sleep unless I was sealed shut.

The heat never died down—it intensified.

Vargr? He was my ruin and my saviour.

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The dull ache throbbed again, relentless, hungry. I crawled down his body, following the scent of my salvation.

His legs parted for me, welcoming. I knew what I needed to do. What would turn him into the beast I craved—rut-mad, brutal, knotted deep inside me.

I licked a line across his belly, tasting salt, skin and heat. My tongue traced the black markings on his abdomen like runes I could read with my mouth.

Down to the golden hair, I kissed my way lower, reverent, breathless. He was so hard everywhere—muscle, bone, cock. Not soft like me.

Then I reached my prize. His cock stirred with blood under my hand, filling, thickening, growing for me.

I licked from base to tip, slow and filthy, tasting the tang of my slick still clinging to him. He groaned low in his chest.

Slick poured from me, my cunt clenching at the thought of taking him again.

I wrapped my lips around his tip and sucked gently, my hand stroking the shaft that pulsed and hardened beneath my palm.

“Gods,” he hissed. “You can’t go a single breath without my cock in your mouth, can you?”

I didn’t answer. I was too busy tasting us—our combined secretions and his sweet nectar on my tongue. He was filling my mouth up, and I squirmed at the thought of him inside me. I reached below to cup his knot. It wasn't ripe yet.

I sucked harder, dragging my lips up and down his length, hollowing my cheeks as I went down—the way he taught me to. His honey-sweet essence trickled onto my tongue, and the ache between my legs sharpened like a blade.

My thighs clenched. My insides pulsed in frantic waves. I needed to be split apart. Needed to be stuffed full—not with his cock in my mouth, but buried deep inside me, locked and throbbing.

His hips jerked, and I felt the telltale twitch of his cock against my tongue. No. Not yet. Not here. Knot. I needed his knot.

I whimpered, pulling off with a wet pop and licking my lips, breathing hard. My hand replaced my mouth, stroking him slowly from root to tip.

“Not yet,” I whispered. “Don’t spend it. I want it inside me.”

He growled, teeth flashing. “Greedy little skaekja. You’d rather milk it with your cunt than your mouth?”

I nodded as the flames lashed my insides, tiny licks of pain. My voice came out hoarse.

“I want to milk it from the inside. I want to feel it when you pulse and swell. I want it to hurt.”

His chest heaved, and the gold in his eyes flared like wildfire.

“Then mount me. Fuck yourself on my cock, my burning flame,” he snarled. “Take what you need.”

I threw a leg over him, straddling his hips, trapping his cock beneath me. I closed my eyes as I felt our heat merge.

The fire felt different—burned hotter. There was something beneath it, but when his cock jerked against me. I growled.

Heat. Knot.

I could remember the feel of it splitting me open—the burning stretch, pain before the overwhelming euphoria.

My eyes snapped open, placing my hands on his abdomen, I tortured myself by sliding his length between my folds, tilting my hips to ensure he rubbed my pearl.

“By Fenrir, I love you like this úlfr mìn. With your hot gaping bloom, bathing me in your slick. Ride me, skaekja mín. Sit atop my cock and ride me until you take my knot.”

His words sank in—my mind went blank. The heat took control.

I raised my hips to line him up with my dripping slit. I rubbed the smooth, round head of his cock through my folds, coating him in slick until he glistened like a god carved for rutting.

He reached up, pinched my nipples, and hissed, “You stopped sucking to impale yourself. Now use your gaping bloom to suck out my seed. Fill your belly with my pups.”

Seed.

Yes, lots of seed, filling me up to take my pain away.

I angled my hips. Pressed down, and moaned like a sinner at the sacred stones.

I was lost.

Drunk on the stretch, the way he carved into me like I was meant to be opened by him. A bead of sweat trickled down between my heaving breasts.

Knot.

Seed.

Fire.

I began to move slowly, and the ache pulsed.

Each slide down his cock burned a little brighter, the stretch more glorious, more unbearable. I could feel every thick ridge, every twitch of his shaft as I rolled my hips, shallow and wet, teasing myself as much as him.

His hand gripped my hip, holding me steady, guiding the rhythm. The other tugged at my nipple, sharp and cruel, making me gasp. The pain crackled across my skin, and my cunt clenched around him like a vice.

“I feel your tight little cunt, skaekja,” he purred. “Hot, wet and needy for more. Fuck me. Fuck yourself on my cock. Now!”

His command was absolute, and my body obeyed.

I moaned, tipping my head back, and rode him faster. Harder. My slick made a mess of us, splashing between our bodies with every wet slap as I bounced, chasing the pressure, the knot.

I hit it—blunt and swollen at the base of his cock—and snarled. It thudded against my opening like a taunt. I wanted it inside. I needed it.

My head snapped back, and I let out a guttural cry, clawing at his belly, nails dragging over hard muscle. I rode him like a beast possessed, but I couldn’t take him deep enough—not all the way.

“Vargr,” I gasped, trembling with need, “please—”

He growled, voice like thunder. His hands seized my hips. And then he took over.

One brutal thrust.

Another.

He slammed me down, impaling me on his cock, and I screamed as his knot forced me open.

The pain was heaven.

I stretched. Split apart. Caught every part of him until I was seated flush, locked, filled.

I shattered.

Pleasure detonated through me—raw, deep, endless. I clutched at him, my cunt spasming wildly around the base of his knot, milking him as he came with a roar, his cock jerking inside me.

I collapsed against him, but then I smelled him.

Wood. Smoke. Honey cake.

The scent of home.

My mouth watered. My gaze drifted to his throat, beneath his beard, close to his ear, where the heat pooled thickest, where the potent scent bloomed from.

Before I could think, I lunged.

I sank my teeth into him, deep and hard, clamping my jaw until I felt the give of flesh and blood beneath. His roar turned to a snarl. His hands gripped me tighter, but I didn’t let go.

His cock swelled again, jerked, and more hot, thick seed licked my insides.

My teeth sank deeper, marking him.

Something in my mind whispered.

Mine.