Thaddeus
Her scent permeated all around us, and she presented herself like a true wolf should. Wulfric raged at me for making her wait, pacing, clawing and cursing me. But I was not focused on him. It was our bond. Past the heat, lust and desperate need for me to knot her, I could feel her wolf.
And when Wulfric felt her wolf for the first time. He didn't just freeze, but was flabbergasted.
Mate, he whined.
Mate.
Mate.
Mate.
He began to repeat the word from wondrous reverence to bone-deep joy.
Trust me, I told him before gripping Euphrmia’s arse cheeks, spreading her open and grinding my knot between her glistening lips. This is what she needs for her to be bred.
My movement loosened her lips.
“Please Alpha, take me,” she panted, fingers clawing at my linen and clothing beneath her. “Give me your cock. Your knot. Your seed. I need it, please.”
I glanced at the crown of flame-coloured hair spread around her head and shoulders. Her face was hidden behind a curtain of it; I could only see the faint bursts of air stirring the strands as she panted. I had never been prouder of anyone than I was of my mate.
I drew the hair gently away from her face, revealing one cheek flushed red, the other pressed into the nest.
“My good little mate,” I murmured, pulling back just enough to align myself with her opening.
It was almost comical because I couldn’t tell who was more relieved, Wulfric or Euphemia.
When I thrust forward, there was no resistance, and I watched her cunny swallow me whole. My knot was swollen, red, and angry. The wait had not been kind to either of us, but as her velvety insides gripped me, I knew it had been worth every moment of discomfort.
“Yes!” she wailed, spreading her thighs wider as she shifted her stance.
She was fully enthralled in her heat now, pushing and pulling herself on my cock. I watched in awe as she worked my length, her muffled grunts and broken moans making my bollocks ache and my knot throb.
I dropped over her, my hands bracing above her head. The rut surged forward like a blinding haze, and I began to pummel her insides while she howled beneath me.
This was what it meant to be wild and free.
Only us. In our world.
Even the sound of wet flesh slapping together served a purpose.
With each deep thrust, she held her ground—bracing herself, staying open to receive me, to receive us—her mate.
Harder and harder, my knot bumped against her cunt, slipping partially in and out as her body worked around me.
When her cunt began to twitch and tighten, I slammed my knot inside her. The force of her release knocked the air from my lungs as she cried out around the feel of my swollen knot.
I hissed as she clenched around me, bathing me in her slick until it dripped between us. My head snapped back as I drove my seed deep inside her, my muscles locking tight while she continued to milk me.
It was perfect.
She was perfect.
A harmony unlike anything I had ever known.
I lowered my torso over her back, kissing whatever I could reach—hair, ear, cheek, shoulder.
The need to surround her, to protect her, to live for her struck me all at once.
This was what Wulfric had felt and understood from the very beginning.
I held her close, eventually shifting her above me while my knot kept us locked together. We lay in silence, watching the fire burn and crackle, its warmth wrapping around us.
My longing merged with Wulfric’s—we needed her to complete the bond.
My fingers slipped between her legs, slow and deliberate, coaxing another fire to life within her.
Her hand reached back to cradle my jaw while the other rested on my hip. Her soft sighs deepened into moans as she began to move, rocking her hips and impaling herself more firmly on my knot.
I gave silent thanks to the gods for the snowstorm—grateful for the isolation it granted us, for the time it would steal from the world until her heat finally eased.
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By the third day, Wulfric was back to acting like a distressed maiden. I lay curled around Euphemia’s sleeping body, her warmth pressed into me while she held our knot inside her. I tried to daydream of her—soft, full, heavy with our pups—while he ranted incessantly about her wolf not biting us.
Beneath it all, I felt his fear.
Silly wolf.
He was nearly the height of a bear, yet he was convinced her wolf would reject him.
He paused mid-rant.
Maybe I should show her my form, he suggested hesitantly.
Maybe I should spank her into complying, I countered, imagining her arse flushed red beneath my hands.
My lips curled as I glanced down at her sleeping form. Her little snores were utterly endearing. I bent and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek.
We needed to ensure our pups kept the legend alive. I didn’t want our descendants to forget what we are—or where we came from. By piecing together fragments of information from the books in the library, I’d begun to form our hidden history.
Had I never come to Scotland, my life would have remained shallow, that empty space inside me filled with nothing but frivolous nonsense.
Wulfric hummed in approval. Together, we settled into her scent, resting while we could before the next wave of her heat began.
I closed my eyes, her red curls tickling my nose as my fingers tightened around her bare thigh. This was the only way I wanted to sleep for the rest of my lifespan.
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The following morning, the snow had begun to melt. It felt like a fracture opening between us and the consequences waiting beyond it.
Euphemia was quieter than usual, grumbling softly each time I tried to step away from the bed.
“Still can’t get enough of my cock,” I grinned, pushing her flat against the mattress.
Her eyes flared instantly, her wolf bristling at being held down.
I wrapped my hand around her throat.
“What are you going to do, hmm?” I taunted, applying a touch more pressure. “Bite me?”
Her gaze locked on mine.
“How will you do that,” I went on softly, dangerously, “when I’ve yet to see your teeth?”
She blinked.
And then her eyes burned—orange and unmistakable.
I nearly released her in sheer astonishment.
Mate, Wulfric breathed, dissolving into a lovesick, reverent purr meant only for her.
She blinked again—and they were brown once more.
As if nothing had happened.
It was time, and I knew how to draw her stubborn little wolf out.