Wulf
Thank Eldrunia.
My left hand slides into Verena's hair, relishing the softness of her dark red locks. I use it to gently angle her head, my heart galloping as her soft lips toy with mine.
As our tongues tease and explore, I allow my right hand to explore under her underdress—until the back of my knuckle drags against her wet warmth.
She jolts again, her hands tangling in my hair.
I long to drag my tongue through this wetness to taste her need, but she said hand stuff. Does that mean she will not allow me to savor her?
I wish to ask, but our continued kiss and the slide of my fingers against her dripping cunt is making it difficult to form words.
"How needy you are, Fairest," Eris muses from somewhere in the reflective carriage.
At the sound of his voice, Verena seems to remember he is watching. In response, she moans softly into my mouth.
The sound of her pleasure sinks into my bones, hot and fast. My cock strains within my trousers.
I have to break away from our kiss to pant against her lips, "You enjoy him watching?"
Her laugh is breathy. Nervous, but steeped in lust. "M-maybe."
She shall have more of it, then.
Eager to have her honey coat my hand as she falls prey to pleasure in my arms, I move swiftly. I scoop her from her seat and sit in her place. Setting her in my lap so she straddles me, facing away, I ruck her skirt up above her hips.
So she will be on display.
Her breathing grows more chaotic when she sees Eris's heated gaze across from us. His presence adds nothing to my roaring desire for her, but seeing our difference in size and the flush on her face in the shiny surface makes my blood pump faster.
My hand returns between her legs. Tangling my other hand into her hair, I turn her head more roughly than I ought to so I can resume our passionate kiss—but she likes my impatience, arching so her backside presses against the throbbing cock in my trousers.
Unable to rein in my hunger, I plunge two fingers into Verena. The tight heat of her feminine perfection and her gasp at the intrusion make me growl.
"Fuck," Eris breathes as if pained. "She is dripping."
I am certain he is taking out his enjoyment of this view on his cock, but like the rest of the world, he barely exists to me.
All that exists in this moment is Verena, moaning into my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers. She continues to writhe against me, further tormenting my hardness.
When she breaks away from the kiss to catch her breath, I rake my teeth down her neck, struggling not to grow too rough with her.
“You bewitch me, vantaei.”
"What does—oh, god," she groans, dropping her head back against my shoulder when I pull my fingers out to drag more of her dripping honey against her swollen bud. "W-what does that nickname mean again?"
"It means that which was missing from me," I whisper against the side of her throat.
It means she is the very reason the elders of my clan sent me to search for answers beyond Nordhjem.
And it means she is in my very soul, just as I saw in the broken mirror in the queen's journal room.
When I again shove my fingers back into Verena's snugness, adding a third finger, she cries out in pleasure.
"Cover her mouth," Eris rasps from wherever I cannot see him. "Her sweet sounds are for us, not the coachmen."
He is right. If they overhear her pleasure despite the clopping of hooves outside, they will undoubtedly picture her in this state, meaning I would have to kill them.
Verena wouldn't like that, so I move my free hand to cover her mouth.
She enjoys me silencing her this way, too. Her muffled moan makes me swear in Hjemic, grinding my own need against her backside as I continue to finger her roughly.
When I feel her nearing her peak, whimpering against my hand and clutching at my arm, I withdraw my wet fingers to swiftly pinch and rub her bud—
And her release is immediate, moisture gushing around my hand. Her muffled cry and the slight shake of her spread legs make me swear again, sucking on her neck as I bask in her pleasure.
This is what I desire. To make Verena come undone until she no longer cares what world she is in, so long as she has the feverish pleasure I give her.
"Crones. Make her do that again," Eris pleads in a pained voice, as if he has not found his own release. "I need to see it again."
I still cannot see him, but Verena has quit trembling through her release and is now slack on my lap, her head resting back against my shoulder. Her breathing is still fast against my hand.
While she recovers, I raise my hand from between her legs so I can lick her desire clean from my fingers, relishing the feminine taste of her. She sees it in the reflection across from us and groans softly again, still muffled by my hand.
Her flavor makes me ravenous.
Though I am far from done, I must first check that she wants more pleasure or if her cunt is too sensitive from my rough handling.
Yet as I start to remove my hand from her mouth so she can speak, Verena bites it.
The instant her fangs pierce my palm, I choke and drop my head back against the carriage wall. My cock throbs in my trousers as the desire already tormenting me spikes into an unbearable intensity.
Matron on high.
But Verena releases my hand at once, before she can truly draw blood from it.
"Shit. Goddamn it, I'm so sorry," she rushes to say, attempting to get off my lap. My arms immediately bind her to me as my tormented body rebels at the thought of distance between us. "I didn't mean to bite you. I have no fucking idea why I just did that."
"The fever," Eris manages, still sounding winded from the erotic show. "It may be difficult to tell the difference between thirst and arousal."
"In other words, I put the lust in bloodlust," Verena laments.
She tries again to leave my lap, fixing her skirt in the process. But I pull her back into my lap again, turning her to face me.
Now that her fangs are not in me, I am returning to my senses, but the feverish heat radiating from her skin makes it clear she needs to feed.
She shakes her head. "Wulf, I'm so fucking sorry, I—"
"It is fine," I rasp. Trying to ignore my own need for release, I kiss her cheek and lift my hand to her face once again. "You need blood to quell the fever. Take it."
I expect her to resist, but Verena's gaze remains on mine as her tongue slides sensually over the dripping bite. I barely withhold my groan at the erotic image.
"Fuck, I love minty blackberries," my vantaei breathes.
Is that what I taste like to her?
"Bite him for more," Eris urges from the reflective carriage wall behind me.
She does, grasping my hand to her face.
I gasp at the overwhelming spike of sensation, my other hand gripping her hip tightly. My vision blurs once more as Verena begins feeding from me in earnest.
Her soft sounds of pleasure, the warm buzz from her feeding, the apple blossom scent of her soul sweetening the air of this carriage—it all makes my eyes roll shut.
It feels so natural to sate her this way. There is a rightness to it that I have no words for.
Does Verena feel what she does to me? If I pleasure and fulfill and protect her well enough, will it be enough to convince her to stay in this land forever?
For long moments, I am lost to these hopes as she feeds.
Though my neglected cock is still painful from the pleasure washing over me, my mind begins to darken strangely—until Eris's quiet voice prompts, "Verena?"
I open my eyes and see blood beginning to drip down her neck. I catch the droplet on a finger of my free hand and raise it to her lips. This time there is no hesitation. She sucks my finger clean as if she cannot get enough.
I cannot help but imagine these soft lips wrapped around my cock instead. Despite the darkness pulling at me and the now biting chill in the air, I begin to pant again with need.
Verena nearly goes to bite my hand again, but Eris's voice is much firmer.
"Fairest. You need to stop."
At first, when she releases my hand, her gaze is sultry as it traces my face. I wish for her to look at me this way forever.
But something shifts in her expression as she studies me, and Verena swallows hard.
"Fuck. You're right. Oh my god, what am I doing?"
"You were only feeding," he soothes her. "You did nothing wrong."
"But I took way too much."
"Take more," I argue through the strange fog in my head. Tightening my grip on her hip, I press my hips forward against her. "Take me to the hilt."
She half-laughs, half-groans. "Wulf. Beowulf.
Mr. Well-Endowed Huntsman of the North Himself.
For the last fucking time, I'm metaphorically ovulating—so you are not allowed to say any more sexy things.
Especially when you're…shit, you're really pale.
You're practically shaking from blood loss, for crying out loud. "
"I am not—" I begin.
But I am.
Because when Verena slides off my lap once more and I try to stop her, weakness slams into me like a charging ram.
The edges of my vision darken much more rapidly until I must brace myself against the back wall of the coach.
Though the touch of my vantaei no longer invigorates me, my pulse remains bizarrely rapid.
Matron's tears, they are both right. I feel cold and ill.
There is worry in Verena's gaze as she looks at me and my bleeding hand—but though she tries to hide it, there is also a lingering need. A lick of her lips and a pained swallow.
Frustration sets in when I realize she still thirsts.
Meaning…Eris is right. On my own, I do not carry enough blood to satisfy her fully.
His past words echo back to me. The queen's diet is blood alone. Verena is starving herself.
"You need more," I tell her.
"Shh. I'm not drinking more of your blood right now, so just rest."
Immediately, my mind grows much more sluggish as her unwitting command affects me. This exhaustion is nearly suffocating as Verena rummages through the nearby bag for the bandages I packed.
Her soft, crisp scent surrounds me in comfort as she begins wrapping my hand.
"Men. For…more blood," I try again, but it comes out slurred as I fight the rest she ordered.
"Can we not use the B-word right now? Now that I'm thinking clearly, this shit is really getting to me—and I'm trying not to puke in a carriage, because I doubt that smell travels well."
I try to think of the word she prefers. "Cool aid. You needit…frommore…”
"Oh, great. Now you're slurring because of blood loss," she grimaces. "Get some sleep, big guy."
Immediately, I disappear into a deep rest.