Her Viking Wolves(65)

I scream.

And it’s not a sexy scream, but a scream-scream. The second orgasm comes on so strong, it feels like my vagina is being ripped apart by a big, scary pleasure monster. One who could really care less whether or not I survive to tell the tale.

But I do and eventually return to earth. The first thing I become conscious of is the sound of someone’s—a man’s—voice.

It’s Olafr, happily muttering out loud with his eyes closed, his accent so thick and deep, I can’t tell which side of him is doing the talking—wolf or human?

“Varra…Varra…Varra…” he says, petting me like I pet him.

He says it over and over until he finally dozes off.

As for me, I can feel the hormone-laced sleep tug on my eyes while my pussy busily milks his dick. I desperately need sleep, too, but there’s no way I can get comfortable in my current position. I can’t stretch out on top of him because I’ve got to keep my legs bent at both his sides in order to make room for his girth.

So in the end, I have to scoot my butt up in the air so I’m in a modified yogic resting position. It’s not exactly what I had in mind but I make it work. I mean, what other options do I have seeing as how I’m currently locked down with him until we unknot again? With an exhausted but contented sigh, I turn to rest my head on his massive chest…

And see FJ, who I completely forgot about. He’s much further from the bed now, but nowhere near out of eye range. His eyes are closed, and he seems to be in some sort of standing meditation. But judging from the size of his no-longer flaccid cock, he saw and very much enjoyed the show.

I open my mind to say something, but his tense voice stops me.

“Do not speak,” he says aloud. “You are weak with mating and must rest. It be not wise for me to mount you in this state, no matter how I wish it. I must…focus.”

He stops and his teeth flash white in the darkening room, as if he’s bearing down against his wolf. Then he repeats, “I cannot mount you” between clenched teeth. His chest shakes with what looks like a ferocious battle between wolf and man. “You are not yet ready for two at the same time.”

I don’t know what scares me more. The fact that FJ, who I thought had more control over his wolf than any shifter I’ve ever met, is having to fight so hard with his wolf to keep from climbing on top of my now exposed backside…

…or the fact that he said, “yet.”#p#分页标题#e#





29





I wake up alone the next morning, the bed empty and cold, my body aching.

Not with need—thank goodness—but with a bone deep soreness. Like I’ve been run over by two trucks.

Or fucked well and hard by them.

Speaking of which…

My curiosity drives me downstairs in nothing but the skin I was born in. Like the eye contact thing, I’m shocked by how awkward I don’t feel in my body now as I follow the scents of my mates. Like them seeing me naked is just the same as me seeing me naked, just, you know, hotter.

Also, I can no longer smell my cousins or their mates in the house. They must have taken the opportunity to get out of heat range when all three of us finally fell asleep after a night of back-to-back heat sessions. I imagine they’ll stay in town for tonight’s full moon and then head back to their respective kingdoms.

However, all thoughts of my cousins blank out of my mind when I find Olafr and FJ in the family room, naked and hacking their right arms back and forth through the air.

It says something about the magnificent nature of their bodies, that it takes me a few moments of staring at their ripped bodies swing Wii controllers before I realize…

“You’re playing Viking Shifters!” I gasp, ripping my eyes away from them to watch the two Vikings on the screen hacking away at each other with their huge swords.

They both whip around, Wii controllers poised, bodies tense with surprise. And I realize they must have been so involved in the Wii version of the game, which allows you to use the controller like a sword, that they didn’t smell or hear me come in.

“Put down the remote!” I tell them with raised hands. “The Wii version doesn’t have a three-player mode.”

With confused looks, they both lower their controllers.

Then FJ informs me over the three-way link, “You must make shields for this game, Varra. No worthy Viking would ever go into such battle without—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alisha’s already yelled at me about the no-shield issue. At length.”

“Then why—”

Before I let him rope me into the same “preserving historical accuracy versus gameplay aesthetics” argument I’ve been having with Alisha and various fans ever since Viking Shifters came out, I cut him off.