“Not yet,” FJ whispers next to my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.
He punctuates his words by scooping into the sticky mess between my thighs and smearing it over my breasts. Oh my…!
I moan as he oils my breasts with my own juices.
It shouldn’t feel even more erotic than what he’s doing to me below, but I lose my voice, my head falling back against FJ’s broad shoulders as he kneads my breasts hard beneath Olafr’s intense gaze.
Now it’s Olafr who cries out, a harsh yell in Old Norse that sounds like some kind of curse or prayer.
I wish he’d stop watching us. Close his eyes so he can’t see how I respond to his brother, my backside unconsciously pushing into FJ’s hard length as he plays with my exposed body.
Olafr looks like his head is about to explode, and I can see veins in his neck and forehead.
“Stop…” I only barely manage to moan. “You’re torturing him.”
“He must learn, Varra,” FJ answers, his voice even steelier than his sword. “But your need is great and I do not wish you to suffer any longer. Come.”
Finally releasing me, he climbs into the bed. And I feel like a pervert, because as worried as I am about Olafr, I can’t take my eyes off FJ as he unwraps his towel and sits with his back to the headboard, his cock long and engorged against his stomach.
“Come, Varra,” he says, reaching out and pulling me down to sit between his legs.#p#分页标题#e#
When I’m settled with my back to his chest, he nods to Olafr.
“Look at your protector, Varra. See how the fire behind his eyes has much dimmed?”
I immediately see what FJ means. When our wolves get too close to the surface, our eyes glow, letting others know we are losing control of our human.
Olafr’s eyes have been glowing for some time now, but not any more. Instead, I see a pair of barely lit gray eyes staring back at me from across the room.
The sight of those much dulled eyes makes my heart beat even faster, especially when FJ calls out, “Hold on to your wolf and join us here, Brother.”
Olafr stalks toward us, looking much the wolf in human clothing still. But damn if the male crawling toward me on the bed doesn’t scare the hell out of me. His gray eyes are so focused on my pussy and the heat seeping out of it, I find myself shrinking back into FJ’s chest.
“Be at ease, Varra,” FJ says inside my head. “I will now do as Queen Tu does with her silent fenrir: open my mind to you inside our mate’s bond while I talk with Olafr through our Brother Bond. I would have you hear my words to him. For this reason must you put aside your fear and connect to us so we may bear witness to one another’s thoughts.”
I think I understand what he wants me. Whenever Tu is with Grady and other wolves, she opens her mind to Grady and the room so he can “hear” what she hears via their link.
Frankly, I’m not sure it will work for us, considering the mind link is already working overtime, translating everything we say. I try to relax and open our connection.
“…must pleasure her before you let your human have her. This at all costs, Brother.”
FJ’s low voice resonates inside my head, clear as a bell. It worked!
“For this reason must you prepare her for me, so I might prepare her for you,” he’s saying to Olafr, who’s now on his hands and knees in front of us in what looks an awful lot like the crouch wolves go into just before they spring on their prey.
Before I can begin to wonder what is going on, Olafr’s wide mouth drops to my pussy.
I exhale sharply, the air rushing from my body in a giant whoosh. Of course I know what he’s doing. I may be a virgin—well, at least I was until yesterday—but people talk, and Dark Wolf parties have been know to get a little Season One of Spartacus after all the killing’s done.
But nothing could have prepared me for the sensation of having him down there, hungrily lapping at me, his tongue delving in and out of my tunnel like a thing possessed. Now I get what all the fuss is about. Oh yes I do. Because it feels like his tongue is untying some sexual knot I never knew I had down there. Melting me with a slow, uncurling ecstasy unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
Behind me, FJ swells even larger against my back, his hands tightening around my waist. And I sense him struggling with his wolf when he drops his head down on my shoulder, his jaw grinding against my neck.
But his voice remains calm inside our heads. “You do not the know the ways of human men, Brother, so I will tell you this now. This act you do make upon our she-wolf is as old as the oldest saga sung by our bards.”