Her Viking Wolves(62)

And that’s when I hear the harsh breathing.

I glance up to see Olafr perched in a nearby chair. And I do mean perched. He looks a lot like Tarzan. If Tarzan were a nude Viking and the chair were a tree. His body is in an almost predatory crouch, his long feet planted on the edge of the seat cushion, his knees bent, his hands clasping the armrests so thoroughly, I’m afraid he’ll snap them in two. Sweat covers his body and his breathing is labored as if it’s taking every ounce of strength he has to stay where he is.

But it’s his eyes that make my heart squeeze tight with fear.

They’re blazing with lust, but no longer glowing. Not one bit. There is no sign of his wolf at all.

And that’s when I know surer than sure that he absolutely wasn’t kidding about his human.





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I don’t look away. All I can do is watch Olafr’s human watch me. But then the bed depresses and FJ moves swiftly between us.

“Olafr,” he says over our shared mind link. “Brother, can you hear me?”

No answer.

FJ seems to try again in a way I can’t hear—over their brothers’ link maybe, but I can tell it’s not working. The lights are off inside Olafr’s head. His wolf is totally gone.

“Shit of the swine,” FJ hisses across our link. I guess that’s what passes for cussing in Old Norse.

Then he opens a drawer on the nearest nightstand and fishes out a pair of handcuffs. I look from him to the handcuffs and back again, trying to imagine why on earth he just happens to have a pair of these in his bedroom.

“Tu’s fenrir did give me these should Olafr’s human prove too difficult to control,” he explains when he sees my bug-eyed look. “I had hoped Olafr’s time with you would give him the control he needs to mate with you again but I—”

FJ’s spoken words fade into background noise when an image suddenly rams itself into my head. It’s of me, glowing with near ethereal beauty. Olafr is mounted on top of me. Fucking me hard, his teeth clamped into my shoulder as he thrusts into me…#p#分页标题#e#

I try to tune back in to what FJ is saying.

“—and has never known another woman. He may look the man, but he is like a boy who cannot yet control his beast.”

Okay, well I’m not sensing anything childlike about Olafr right now. The picture of him fucking me is so clear inside of my mind, it feels like it’s real. Not a memory. Not a fantasy. Something else. Like a video being played just for me.

I blink as the realization of what this is clicks on like the security lights in front of the Detroit kingdom house.

It’s Olafr. He’s the one doing this. His wolf clearly knows how to communicate in a sophisticated fashion, but his human doesn’t. So instead of words, he’s sending me images. Like a freaking caveman.

Tentatively, I push a picture back at him. Of me petting him. Hugging him to me as I stroke a hand over his amber dreads.

Olafr blinks, temporarily distracted. But his answering image isn’t nearly as sweet. We’re back in mini-porno land again. And he’s fucking me while I pet his hair.

Oh my…

“Go now, Varra,” FJ says grimly. “Move very slowly from this bed and hie away quickly to the indoor toilet pit. I will try to hold him back until you are safe—”

But at that moment, it becomes clear FJ’s escape plan is not going to work. Because I smell my now familiar heat scent punch its way into the room. Oh no!

Everything happens quickly after that. The sharp sound of cracking wood splits the air, and in a quick flash, Olafr is leaping towards me.

Before I can so much as pull my knees out from under me, he has tackled me and I’m flung face forward onto my stomach. His large body is on top of me, his dick pushing into my wet passage.

“No! No, Olafr!” I say, and in a flash of desperation I push an image into his head of me crying into the pillow after he first claimed me.

Olafr stills on top of me and raises up on his knees, which gives me some breathing room. But from the corner of my eye, I see FJ slowly moving toward him with the cuffs.

“No,” I say to him privately. “Let me talk to him, FJ.”

FJ stops but I can hear the grimness in his voice when he answers over our private link, “I would not have you hurt again.”

“I know you wouldn’t,” I answer. “But I don’t think his human wants to hurt me. I think he’s confused and out of his mind with lust.”

I can’t say I blame the dude. With my heat scent so thick in the air, my own body is screaming at me to shut the hell up and let Olafr fuck me like a caveman. Now.

But I can’t let that happen. If Olafr’s wolf learns his human has lost control with me again, he’ll never forgive himself.