Page 28 of Wulver’s Flame (Knotty #2)

Liùsaidh

Sweet Morrígan’s teat.

I hated it when he teased me like this. A growl erupted from my chest, low at first, then growing louder. My wolf was slowly showing herself, but she remained hidden deep inside me for the most part.

Vargr responded by pushing a third finger inside me.

It wasn't enough, and he knew it.

I blinked a few times until I felt the tears lace my lashes.

“Please, Vargr. It hurts,” I whimpered, gripping his arm as the perfectly timed tear rolled down my cheek.

Skoll snarled instantly, his snarl of displeasure.

The sound burst from Vargr’s throat as if he couldn’t stop it.

He pulled his hand away, grip gentling. Then, wordlessly, he placed me on my hands and knees.

I smiled.

He pushed my hair to the side as his heat covered my back.

“Do not think I am unaware of your trickery, úlfa mín,” he whispered darkly, breath searing against my ear. “I’ll knot you so hard the courtyard will echo with your cries. Let them hear you scream like a needy little whore, begging for more cock. My cock.”

Oh, Gods. YES.

He chuckled low in his throat as the tip of his cock brushed the swell of my inner thigh—hot, heavy, drooling.

We couldn’t hide anything from one another. The bond exposed every wicked thought. Every pulse of want.

His hand curled around my hip, dragging me back until my slick slit kissed the crown of him. He paused there, rubbing me slowly, teasing my entrance with the bulbous head.

“I will feed this pretty little cunt,” he growled, grinding against my soaked folds, “and you will beg for more. You always do.”

My breath caught. My thighs trembled.

He thrust forward—hard. I cried out, stars bursting behind my eyes as he stretched me open.

“That’s it,” he rasped. “Now take it. Take all of me like the greedy little bitch you are.”

He fucked me deep and unrelenting, each slam of his hips met with the slap of skin and the vulgar squelch of my soaked heat welcoming him back. Again. And again. And again.

The bond flared white-hot with his possession, my surrender, our fire—and somewhere within our wolves howled.

He placed one hand over my belly, splaying his fingers over our pup before he cupped my breasts. His knot slapped me with each thrust, teasing me with more.

“Please, Vargr. Now. Oh, Gods. Fuck me with your knot. Make it hurt,” I howled.

“Yes. That’s my good girl. Take it. Take your mate’s seed like the good little broodmare you are,” he rasped as his knot hit me harder.

I braced my arms for what was to come.

He released my aching breasts and gripped my hips.

“You will never be empty, Liùsaidh. Your womb is mine to fill and mine to breed,” he snarled. “Never!”

Then he snapped his hips forward. The knot pressed hard. I screamed. My body fought it, then yielded. The stretch burned so good I could hardly breathe.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned behind me, dragging the word out like a prayer as his knot forced its way in. My cunt clenched violently, spasming around the sheer size of him, rippling over every swollen ridge.

I shattered.

My cry broke the air as the fullness overwhelmed me. I felt everything—the painful stretch before his knot locked inside me. I clenched down as hard as I could.

Hot seed surged into me, spilling deep, flooding my womb in thick, powerful pulses. My belly already swollen, I felt even fuller now, claimed from the inside out.

He bent low, panting over my back, lips brushing my ear.

“You’re never going to be empty again, Liùsaidh,” he growled. “Your womb is mine. Your body is mine. And this,” he cupped my belly reverently, “this is only the beginning.”

I moaned and milked him again until more hot seed lashed my insides. His words sounded like another prophecy.

I whimpered as he rolled us to our sides, still knotted deep, my leg draped over his thigh. The shift stretched me again, and I cried out—half pleasure, half protest.

“Shhh, úlfa mín,” he crooned into my hair. “Just a little more. Let your cunt mould to it. Let me stay inside my pretty little bloom.”

His palm traced over the curve of my belly, then back again, slow and reverent.

“You feel that?” he whispered. “That’s our pup, warm and safe. Fed by your body and kept by mine.”

His knot throbbed inside me, and I felt the lazy trickle of seed leak from where we were joined. It was obscene how full I was. Full of him. Full of life. I couldn’t tell us apart, where the bond ended and my body began.

“You’re dripping around me,” he said, voice thick with smug pride. “Can you feel it, Liùsaidh? Your greedy little cunt hasn’t let go of me once.”

His other hand slid up my ribs, over the side of my breast, thumb teasing the heavy tip. I gasped.

“You’re made for this,” he murmured. “For being stuffed full. For carrying my children. For keeping me buried deep inside you, where I belong.”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. The knot still stretched me so wide that all I could do was cling to his arm and breathe through the overwhelming fullness.

His fingers curled protectively over my navel again.

“As soon as your greedy little cunt releases me, I need to feed our pup,” he teased.

If he had his way, I would never leave our bed. I smiled and placed my hand over his. I didn't need to say a word.

He could feel everything.