Her Viking Wolves(58)

Olafr’s wolf voice pushes into my mind. “You do honor me with your taking of this food, Varra. To feed you in this manner gives me good practice in the use of my human body.”

You know, for someone who was a full-time wolf until a few days ago, Olafr sure knows how to head off an argument at the pass. But he’s right. If what he’s saying is true about his wolf running the show inside his head—well, he has a hell of road in front of him. Especially if he’s the one who impregnates me. Shifter fathers don’t and can’t transform into wolves until about three months after the birth of a pup, which means Olafr could be stuck in human form for a whole year. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to spend the next twelve months of my life as a wolf, especially if my human was in charge of the program. When a shifter is in human form, his human consciousness takes over. When in wolf form, the wolf consciousness takes over. There’s good reason for this. Which is why I really do feel for Olafr if his wolf is in charge of both his human and his wolf.

So with a guilty sigh, I continue to let him push ham, chicken, and raspberries into my open mouth. I’m so hungry, I all but inhale the food and I’m so busy savoring it, I can almost ignore the Viking brothers’ hot eyes following my every move. Almost.

“Mayhap this would be easier if you looked at me whilst I feed you, Varra,” Olafr says, after my tenth missed bite.

Yeah, I can see his point. Bits of food dot my sheet-covered lap and I imagine Olafr’s fine motor skills aren’t exactly getting the workout he’d hoped for.

I force myself to look at him as he offers me the next bite of food. It’s a strawberry. And it’s no big deal to take it from his fingers. That is until I see the way his glowing eyes darken as my mouth closes over his fingers.

Uh-oh. My heat scent burst into the room like an unwanted guest, with all the subtlety of a howler monkey.

The tray on Olafr’s lap clatters to the floor with a bang as he leaps from the bed, looking as distressed as I feel. He quickly backs into the furthest corner of the room, grabbing hold of a large chest of drawers as if to restrain himself.

“I am sorry, Varra,” FJ says, quickly coming to my side like a paramedic called to the scene. “I wish you could have finished your meal, but we have no time.”

He bends down and rubs my arms reassuringly, dropping a kiss on my head. It seems innocent enough except I can feel the hot, throbbing heat of his cock against my knee, even through his thick towel and my sheet.#p#分页标题#e#

From his safe haven across the room, Olafr starts growling low in his throat.

“Is he mad…?” I ask Fenris, leaning away from him.

“Mad?” FJ asks out loud. He pulls me off the bed to a stand in front of him, then starts dropping more kisses down my sensitive neck, his hard erection at my back.

“Angry,” I say, remembering ‘mad’ would have meant something totally different back in those days. “Because you’re…um…kissing me.”

“No, Varra,” FJ answers, his voice low and amused as his hands come around my body, caressing my breasts through the sheet. “Olafr has no anger. Only much need.”

He slowly unwinds my sheet. “It does give him pleasure to see you with me in this manner. So much so, he is finding it difficult to keep himself apart.” FJ’s large hands continue to caress my breasts, as he explains, “This is the nature of our Brother Bond. There is no jealousy between my brother and I as there would be were you with another wolf, only the desire to also have what your brother has. But he cannot have you yet. First must he learn to control his human.”

He rolls my nipples with his thumbs, sending an aching bolt of electricity straight down to my core. I cry out and more heat erupts from my body, spilling onto my thighs and filling the room with its musky scent.

“Don’t,” I say, my eyes flying to Olafr across the room. His nose is flaring in and out, trying to take in more of my scent even as he has now wedged himself between the bureau and a wall.

“Stop teasing him,” I say, gasping for air.

“It is not Olafr I tease, Varra.”

And then FJ’s large fingers are between my legs. Petting my mound in a way that causes the heat to stream out of me, making a mess of my thighs.

Now the aching bolts of pleasure are shooting out from the nub between my legs like an electrical storm, making it so I can’t even think. About the food. About the way this must look to Olafr. For minutes on end, all I know is FJ’s hand, torturing me, rubbing my mound, even as his fingers stay outside my greedy pussy, already clenching in anticipation of having more of him.