So that answers that question. This situation could definitely get more awkward.
But I can’t run or hide like I usually would, because I’m full on knotted to FJ—which makes me cringe even harder. I know it’s only natural, what every she-wolf does after a mating. But knowing it and doing it are two totally different things. I can actually feel the muscles in my vagina clenching hard around FJ’s cock, as if my thirsty womb is trying to squeeze the life out of his dick.
I shift on top of him, my eyes bouncing every other way to try to find something else to focus on. And I quickly find the distraction I’m looking for in Olafr, who’s now standing at the edge of the left side of the bed, his arms folded. But then that safe harbor vanishes when I see the rest of him…including his large penis, which is so erect, it’s almost standing straight up.
“Forgive me, Varra,” he says, following my gaze down to his insanely large cock. “I was much affected by your mating with my brother. I know there is a way to give relief with my own hand, but I am not sure of the ways of humans.”
“It’s…okay,” I answer. At least I think that’s what I say. I can’t be sure, because I’m too busy helplessly staring at his cock to focus. He’s so large. I wonder what it will feel like to have something that big inside of me again, without the pain of my human’s hymen. I feel my whole body squeeze in anticipation.
Still sitting beneath me, FJ lets out a harsh sound, somewhere between a bark and a laugh.
“Easy, Varra,” he says inside my mind, once again encasing my hips with his hands. “You’re desire for my brother does make this wolf feel good, but do not let your lusty greed take away your common sense. You must finish this with me first. Then must you eat. And then may you have again your other wolf.”
I decide not to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. Anyway, it’ll be more like: I’ll finish this, answer my email, while eating a sandwich—no pun intended. And then…
My mind blanks, unable to deal with what is happening now. I’m mated. Mated to not one, but two wolves. Two Viking wolves. Who want me to go back to their time with them after one of them impregnates me with his ancient Viking seed. So they can wage a battle against the dragon shifters who have taken over their village.
FJ, however, seems to be having no trouble wrapping his head around all of this. He lies down on the bed, settling my big body over his like a blanket.#p#分页标题#e#
“Am I too heavy?” I ask inside his head. “We could try shifting to the side.”
A lazy chuckle. Then: “Verily, it pleases me much to sleep in this way, with your soft body covering mine. But are you comfortable, Varra?”
“Yeah,” I answer aloud softly. At least as comfortable as one can be while actively milking a dick, I think to myself.
But FJ must believe me, because he soon dozes off.
“Forgive him,” comes Olafr’s voice in my head. “Tis our wolf god’s design that a mated male must fall fast sleep while his female does milk, so he may serve her well when her heat once again rises.”
I still can’t get over how intelligent Olafr’s voice sounds. How calm and assured. I don’t know what I expected it to sound like—well, yes I do. I totally expected him to sound like the Viking version of Scooby Doo. But that’s not how he sounds at all.
I find my eyes once again descending to his rather impressive display of manhood.
And Olafr watches me stare.
“My brother says you would like to have me again,” he says inside my head. “This pleases me much.”
Okay, what the hell? Do these brothers share everything with each other? And, “How did you know that?”
Then I think back on our post-sex conversation and add, “For that matter, how did you know I was embarrassed earlier? You can’t be that good at reading body language, and FJ hasn’t spoken a word to you.”
“Sometimes my brother speaks aloud to me, so his point can be more strongly made, especially when I have vexed him. But we have never truly needed our tongues to speak with each other. I have always known his thoughts as I do now know yours.”
My eyebrows go up. “Wait, are you trying to say you guys have ESP? Like mates?”
Olafr shakes his head looking mildly disgusted. “No, no…not like mates. I do not lust for my brother or spend my every waking moment thinking of covering him. I do not so strongly wish to give him a pup, that the mere thought of it gives my cock such painful ache.”
“For the silent wolf type, you’re kind of super dramatic,” I say after a breathless moment. “Has anyone ever told you that?”