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Her Viking Wolf (50 Loving States #3) Page 17
Author: Theodora Taylor

“I am intrigued by your job,” he informed her. “And we shall speak more of it, but for now I think we must leave this topic. Your need has grown too great for further conversation.”

She wanted to deny his assessment of her need, except it was one hundred percent accurate. She was almost pitifully grateful when his hands found the front of her pajama top and ripped it open, sending the buttons flying across the room.

Her pajama bottoms came off next, followed by her panties, which fully unleashed the smell of her extreme arousal into the air and sent them both into a frenzy.

This wasn’t anything like the candlelit affair she’d imagined when Rafe first proposed. No, in this reality, the Viking yanked her braid to arch her head back and growled in her ear. “Watch me claim you in your wall of looking glass.”

And she couldn’t help but do just that, watching the contrast of their skin, his pale, hers dark, as he lifted her up in his lap and pushed into her wet heat. He then cupped both her breasts in his large hands and leaned back in the chair with her, before proceeding to move into her from behind, his thrusts long and deep.

To have him inside her like this felt like nothing short of heaven to Chloe. The wolf knot at the base of his penis once again found its way to the special erogenous zone inside her pussy and lodged against it, again and again, making her moan with every stimulating stroke. But there was something missing, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, until one of his hands descended from her breast, and he put two of his large fingers on the bundle of nerves at the front of her entrance.”

“Oh!” She bucked against him, her body unconsciously attempting to unseat itself, even as her mind called out for more. The only thing that kept her from completely losing it on top of him was the Viking’s strong hand cupping her in front and keeping her firmly pinned to his cock. “What are you doing? I’ve never felt anything so…”

He provided no answer to her question, merely drank in the sight of them in the mirror together as he relentlessly plundered her depths. “Watch us together, beauty. See how I claim you.”

And for a moment, she, too, became enthralled by the erotic sight of herself spread out so wantonly on the Viking’s lap, her back arched in pleasure, a look of sex-crazed abandon on her face, as each stroke sent her closer to the edge. . .

Before she finally fell over it with a long scream, and she had to close her eyes as the climax overtook her. Perhaps the sight of her coming so hard in the mirror sent him over the edge as well. He soon yelled out his own pleasure, and she felt the rush of his seed inside of her.

His forehead fell against her back. “You are my undoing, beauty.”

As if in answer, she felt the powerful clenching of her own vagina around his wolf’s knot as it continued to hungrily milk his dick.

His hands once again found her breasts. “Upon the next mating, I must put a mind to comfort. I cannot allow you to make me so mad with lust that we end up locked together in a chair.”

Chloe groaned in agreement. “Seriously, how are we going to get out of sitting like this for the next hour?”

Somehow they figured it out, negotiating themselves onto the kitchen’s braided area rug before all but passing out again. The mating frenzy, she was beginning to discover, took a lot out of both of its occupants.

CHAPTER NINE

WHEN Chloe woke up a few hours later, having apparently released Fenris while they slept, she was beyond ravenous. Still, after she stood up, she took a few moments to ogle the Viking’s sleeping form. He lie on his side, his left arm still slung across the space she had recently abandoned. And his cock didn’t seem to be getting any rest at all. It was fully erect, the mushroom at its head looking particularly hard and swollen now that his wolf’s knot was hidden away.

She once again felt her own breasts swell and the previously low-grade fire of her heat kicked up a notch, making it so she had to turn away from him if she wanted to stay in control.

She ended up putting a plate of the chicken and fennel in her microwave, which she rarely used, preferring to heat her meals back up either in or on top of the stove. But she was in a rush to feed her human before her wolf took back over, so she made an exception.

Afterwards she took a quick shower, and slipped on the silk kimono robe she’d made for a special Asian-American History Month episode of Black Mountain Woman. She then started to fill the tub for the Viking. She wasn’t sure he’d be able to work a shower, and maybe he could manage to get a bath in before they got trapped in another mating frenzy.

“What manner of magic is this that you would be able to fill a tub of this size by yourself and in so little time?” a deep voice asked.

She nearly jumped out of her skin before turning to see Fenris standing behind her, still stark naked, and not seeming to be the least bit embarrassed about it.

“Did I frighten you?”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m not really used to having men in my home.”

He gave her a thoughtful look. “In my time, a maiden would not live on her own as you do. Where is your family?”

A pang went off in her heart, thinking about the parents who had abandoned her, and the Nightwolf family she’d been hoping to join.

“This you do not wish to talk about?” he guessed.

“No, not really,” she answered.

He gave her another long, considering look before saying, “Then tell me of your magic bath vessel.”

“Well, we have these things called pipes,” she answered, “Kind of like the Roman aqueduct system, but with hot and cold running water pushed through these metal tube thingies.”

He gave a sage nod. “Your engineers are powerful sorceresses indeed.”

“Indeed,” she agreed. She stood up and pointed at the bar of soap in the built-in dish below the shower head. “There’s the soap. I’ve got to get back to the kitchen to warm up a plate of food for you. But just holler if you need anything.”

“I shall ‘holler’ now,” he answered, capturing her hands and placing them on his bare chest. “I have need of grooming.”

“Oh, you mean like a shave?” Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Are you serious, because I found this old-fashioned straight razor at a flea market that I’ve been dying to try out for an episode of my show, but—“ She cut herself off before saying Rafe wouldn’t let her test it out on him. Instead she finished with, “—but I haven’t had the chance to use it yet.”

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