“Ours always,” his brother repeats, his eyes locking into mine as he fucks me hard below.
Another dumb and completely primal climax overtakes me. And this time, it’s my wolf yelling out like a wounded animal as everything inside me unravels, every organ melting into the place inside me where pleasure is made real.
FJ is yelling something in Old Norse behind me, his hand finding my yarn locs and using them to slightly lift my upper torso off his brother. I find out why when his teeth sink into the left shoulder he kissed so softly just a few moments ago, his bite so vicious, I know his wolf must have taken over—
I feel another set of teeth clamp down on my right shoulder. This time from the front. And I look down in wonder at Olafr, who is also biting me in the way of the wolf.#p#分页标题#e#
My wolf is between both of their wolves now. My wolf, FJ’s wolf, and Olafr’s wolf. Were all in full communion , fucking with the mindless abandon of animals.
“This is how it shall be between us,” Olafr intones into all of our heads.
The third orgasm doesn’t just overtake me, it explodes inside of me, a nuclear warhead detonating and obliterating every single sense in its path before blinding me with mind-melting pleasure.
Behind and in front, I feel two wolves coming undone, jets of hot seed flooding both my pussy and my ass. There are just no words to describe how it feels. The ultimate rightness of being taken this way or how beautiful I feel between them as their heavy bodies move over and under me. How as I come down from previously unimaginable heights, I know in my soul what I already knew in my heart. They were right from the beginning. I am theirs. And now they are mine.
My Viking wolves.
Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing in my life has ever felt so right.
45
It’s funny how much I love my rooms now. I mean I loved them before. With all the hiding out from the Mad Max nonsense below. Plus, all my stuff is here. My five screens. My laptop. My mainframe. My gaming chairs. There’s even an old dumb waiter, which means I pretty much never have to go downstairs, not even for food.
I used to happily spend the majority of my time here. But I really, really love my rooms now. Because FJ and Olafr are here.
My mates, sheltering me on both sides as I sleep. Making real food magically appear out of the dumb waiter so I’m eating better than I ever have in my adult life. Watching with awe as our pack’s tattoo artist buzzes a custom marriage mark—two dark wolf heads inside the wheel, rather than one—into my left shoulder with a tool unlike any they’ve ever seen before. Listening with fascination as I teach them all sorts of important things. Like how to take care of a new tattoo, now that we all have one on our left shoulders. Me, the custom job, and them, the red she-wolf logo that graces the cover of my games. I also teach them how to find answers to all their questions on the internet and, perhaps most importantly, the art of binge watching television shows.
Though introducing them to Vikings might have been a huge mistake.
During the first episode, Olafr immediately starts scoffing on one side of me while FJ yells, “They think we knew not of the isles to the west before Ragnar? Who did imagine this tale?!”
A few episodes later, FJ crows, “Humans would never wear so little into battle! They do need mail and armor to protect their weak skin! In truth, Varra, Rap Star Wives, is much easier to believe.”
Olafr agrees with a nod and a barking laugh, saying inside the threeway link, “Yea, whoever did create those tales be a good storyteller indeed.”
So far, I haven’t had the heart to explain to them about reality television.
But they keep watching Vikings. Olafr in total SMDH mode, while FJ points out all the inaccuracies.
“You’re basically hate-watching,” I tell them.
Then I have to explain what hate-watching is. Which leads to a discussion about hate-fucking. Which leads to…
So yeah, all in all it’s a pretty good unofficial honeymoon. And about a week into it, I climb into bed between them with my laptop, declaring, “I finally finished your wedding gift!”
“This be all the gift we need,” FJ answers, reaching to untie my silk robe as Olafr slips a large hand beneath its lapel to palm one of my breasts.
I’m surprised the sash isn’t frayed by now, what with all the tying and untying that’s been going on this week.#p#分页标题#e#
But this time, instead of leaning into Olafr’s hand or spreading my thighs so FJ’s hand can find its way to my core, I slap their hands away. “No, no, let me show you this first.”
“I knew it to be a bad idea to let her have her work machine back,” FJ grumbles over the threeway. “Once she sleeps shall we hide it again.”