Her Viking Wolves(63)

And as strange as it sounds, I’m more worried about him than I am about me right now. He was incredibly upset with himself when he claimed me that first time, so I can’t even imagine what his wolf would do if it happened again. Possibilities both tragic and macabre rush through my mind.

Nope. Not gonna happen.

I turn my head slightly so I can see Olafr on his knees behind me, and I once again send him an image of how not cool our first mating was, with me crying out in pain and his looking all sorts of apologetic afterwards. I shake my head and say, “Olafr, please…”

Then I send an image of him on his back.

He grunts and places his hands beneath me and clumsily flips me over. I now know what a rag doll must feel like in the hands of an overgrown child.

Above us I hear a stream of what I can only assume are angry Old Norse curse words.

“FJ, don’t interfere,” I warn, even as Olafr falls back on top of me, his huge cock smashing against my core.#p#分页标题#e#

“Varra…” FJ says, his voice full of warning.

“No!” I shout at both him and Olafr. But with Olafr, I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze hard. “No! You stop right now.”

That seems to do the trick. He once again pauses, and I can see from the expression on his face that I’ve both startled and confused him. I use his confused lag time to my advantage, squeezing my legs around his waist to keep him as “right there” as I can given the huge difference in strength between us.

Then I pet him. Just pet him. Like we’re in the snow outside the clinic again after his wolf did what it had to do to keep from hurting me.

Yes, he’s my mate in human from, not my wolf pet. But it’s clear he doesn’t care much about that distinction because he almost immediately leans into my hand, running his nose up my arm as I stroke his rough dreadlocks. And I feel his hard body softening into mine.

It’s difficult to see anything beyond Olafr from my new vantage point, but my hearing still works just fine and FJ’s Old Norse swine-bombs come to an abrupt stop.

Though I’m not sure how much Olafr’s human can understand, I whisper out loud, “You can have me. I want you to claim me. But it needs to be like this…”

I let my legs fall from around his waist and flash him an image in which he removes himself from me and lies back down in a prone position on the bed.

Another long pause and then his weight lifts.

Olafr’s human awkwardly crawls to the empty space beside me and rests his back against the pillows, just as I showed him. He looks seriously confused but at least I have his cooperation.

I quickly scramble between his legs, reaching down to take his huge cock in my hand...only to realize I have no clue what to do now.

Great. I knew I should have watched more porn. I’d at least have some idea how to proceed from here. But there was always another game to program. And sex was never on my radar. Nothing interpersonal was, really, unless I could program it.

“Um…FJ,” I say, feeling like a 200 on the 100-point “How Much More Awkward Can This Situation Get” scale. “You need to walk me through this. And fast before he goes all Incredible Hulk on me again. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”

A heavy pause. And then he says, “Take him into your mouth, taking care not to use your teeth.”

Well, here goes nothing.

I open wide and gingerly place Olafr’s huge member between my open lips, then I bob my head, instinctively suckling as I run my mouth up and down his dick. He immediately seizes up, his abs bunching as he throws back his head.

“Like this?” I ask FJ, using our mind link for obvious reasons.

“Yes, Varra,” FJ replies as if from a great distance, even though he’s inside my head. “You do it well. Too well…”

He breaks off, and I sense FJ moving a little farther from the bed.

“You are too tempting to me in this moment, Varra. Now must I take myself in my hand so as keep my wolf from claiming you from behind as you attend my brother in this way.”

I can almost see FJ working himself as he watches us, and that image does something to me. A fresh wave of my heat releases into the air and Olafr yells out when I suck him even harder.

But FJ keeps going. “Now would I have you take him by the base of his manroot. Use your hand to stroke there while your mouth upon him sucks.”

I follow FJ’s instructions to the letter and soon feel Olafr’s hands in my yarn locs, pushing my head down as he pushes more of himself into my mouth. I choke, my gag reflex triggering. But his hands are so strong, I can’t get away.#p#分页标题#e#