Her Viking Wolves(67)
He opens our mind link to include Olafr. “Wake, Brother. Our she-wolf has need of us again.”#p#分页标题#e#
The bed shifts up and down beneath Olafr’s weight. The next thing I see are his eyes, glowing and amused.
“Your wolf is back in charge, I see.” Our last round of sex had been little more than a pictorial back and forth of doggie style with some over the shoulder kissing thrown in. Not that we needed much verbal communication when the sex was so good, it had me roughing out an apology email to the makers of 300 re: my scathing online review of the unrealistic sex scene between Gerard Butler and Lena Headey. Thanks to that last heat session, I now truly understand why some sex just needs to be depicted in slow motion with sweeping music playing in the background.
“’In charge’…I know not the meaning of these words.” Olafr says, his glowing eyes narrowing with confusion.
“Uh, running the show. Taking the lead.”
Understanding dawns in the form of a wide grin across Olafr’s face. “Yes, my human is at rest, well-tired after our last loving. My good fortune, because now can I finally be with you.”
I know exactly what he means, though in a completely opposite way. I can’t count the number of times I’ve woken up after a full moon, on some random street in our gated community, cold and shivering and wanting nothing more than to return to my suite, pee, shower, and crawl into my warm bed. Because my wolf was finally turned off. Or “at rest,” as Olafr puts it.
“There’s something I still don’t understand,” I say to his wolf now. “Why? Why did you remain in wolf form all these years, sacrificing your human, if you weren’t wolf-bound?”
A deep, weighted silence fills the room…and I can tell from the way the three-way link suddenly stops humming inside my head that they’re talking privately.
The silence is about to enter “this is getting awkward” territory when the link suddenly flips back on and Olafr’s voice appears inside my mind, unusually somber.
“When I was in my fifth winter, did our aunt seek us out. She was a wise woman, a sorceress, a soothsayer, and a person of great import in our village. She told us of a vision…a dream that came to her on the night of a horned moon. In it, she beheld the coming of a great and terrible enemy beneath Freya’s purple lights, one who would raze our village to the ground and slaughter all within, including our mother and father. She saw my human struck down, mortally wounded. Our village destroyed. My parents given over to death. All of this would come to pass, she explained to us, if I did not sacrifice my human.”
I blink at Olafr. “Wait, so you stayed in wolf form since you were five? All because your aunt had a bad dream?”
“It was more than a bad dream, Varra,” FJ says behind me. “Our aunt’s vision did come to pass. And if not for Olafr fighting in wolf form, because he knew not his man, we wouldn’t have discovered the flying serpents weakness. Many more if not all of our warriors would have been lost to the enemy, with little hope of retreat. For Olafr did show us through his great sacrifice that in this battle our beasts served us better than battle axe or spear.”
Olafr nods in agreement with his brother’s words. “And would I do the same again to keep the ones I have love for safe. For naught of what my aunt foretold came to pass on that terrible day. Our parents do still live. And my human was wounded, but not mortally so. And because they took my example, many of our warriors did shift and make escape to the mountain.”
“But your poor human!” I insist, unable to see the sunny side of this story. “You never let him out to play. He never had a girl or got to do all the stuff male shifters do before they marry. And now you’re sharing a mate...”#p#分页标题#e#
“Do you imagine me unlucky because I’ve known no other female than you?” Olafr’s smile softens in the moonlit room. “My aunt told us only a fated mate could save our village. We thought she meant one of our mates, mine or my brother’s. But now we understand her meaning true.”
He brings a hand up to stroke one of my yarn locs behind my ear. “We were too young to understand that she gave us her well-guarded fated mate spell because she knew we were meant to come here and claim you. And in truth, Varra, I had never the desire to mate with any she-wolf before we first did meet.”
“Okay…” I say, finding all this a little hard to believe. My brain is working overtime, trying to process everything.
“You have agreed to come back with us, yet you still do not believe we are destined.” It’s a statement, not a question. And the big bad wolf looks hurt by the realization.