Chapter 44 #2
Fenris reached up and cupped her face in one huge hand, his thumb dragging slowly over her cheekbone, and the tenderness of it caught her breath.
"Yours," he agreed. "Until there's not a breath left in my body, and even then, I'm sure I can come to an arrangement with Hel."
"You big softie," Linnea teased, her voice cracking a little.
"Only for you."
"My perfect mate," she said, her fingers moving to stroke his thick cock. Fenris's hands moved up her soft thighs and hips, one moving to her pussy.
"Fuck, you are always so hot and wet," he groaned, sliding his rough fingertips through her slick folds. "I don't know what I did to deserve such a beautiful, lusty mate."
"Neither do I, but you're mine, and I'm never letting anyone take you from me," Linnea swore. "No more darkness, no more sacrifices. Only this… Only us."
She rose up and sank down onto his dick slowly, both of them shaking at the joining the way they had the first time and every time since.
The stretch, the fullness, the rightness of it overwhelmed her.
His hands gripped her ass, letting her set the pace but holding onto her so each stroke was deeper.
"I love you," Linnea said, rolling her hips. "I haven't said it enough. I was too busy being a coward about it, but I love you. I love you."
Fenris's hands tightened on her. "I should have told you every day since I walked out of my prison that I love you too, my beautiful singer. My light. My mate."
Linnea leaned down to kiss him, setting a slow, deep rhythm, taking her time to savor the moment. Fenris met her stroke for unhurried stroke, his hands finding every sensitive spot that made her moan for him. The bond between them lay humming with the love that poured across it.
Linnea's whole body filled with love and pleasure.
For once, nothing in her was braced for it to be taken away.
She ground down on her mate and let herself simply have him.
She couldn't hold out, and her orgasm rushed through her as fast as wildfire.
She pulled Fenris up so she could wrap her arms around him and hold on as her whole body jerked with the force of another release, her pussy clenching him tight as her orgasm rolled over her in waves.
"Fuck, Linnea," Fenris groaned, coming hard a second later with her pussy clenching tight around him. His arms crushed her to him as they both shook with the force of it.
Linnea had heard that sex with your fated mate was on another level, but she never could have imagined it feeling like this. When she finally stilled against him, he rolled her onto her back and kissed her until their lips were swollen.
Afterward, they lay tangled in blankets and furs while the fire burned down, sweat cooling, and hearts slowing. Linnea pressed her ear to his chest and listened to the ridiculously strong drumbeat of it.
"We made it," she said into his skin, disbelieving.
"We did, and this is the best reward I could ask for." His hand moved slowly up and down her spine.
Linnea untangled herself and tugged him up by the hand. "Come on, I have a sauna that should be hot by now, and I've earned it more than any woman in the history of the Nine Worlds."
"What about me?" Fenris asked, eyes soft.
Linnea stretched. "I suppose you could come and massage my shoulders."
"I'll massage any part of you that you wish," he promised, his gaze drifting over her.
Linnea walked naked through the adjoining bathroom and grabbed some clean towels. She paused by the sauna door as a sudden thought occurred to her.
"Should I be worried about Loki going off with Von like that?" she asked.
Fenris tucked a loose curl behind her ear. "Worried how?"
"Loki has been asleep for a very long time, Fenris," Linnea replied and gestured with her hands.
"The new world out there is completely insane now, all phones and cars and neon and noise.
You know how overwhelming it all is, and he just waltzed straight into it with no keeper.
Maybe we should have gone with them? You know, to help him get used to it so he doesn't panic. "
Fenris looked at her for a long moment, expression blank, as if she had spoken in a language he didn't understand, before he threw his head back and laughed.
"I'm serious!" She elbowed him in his perfect abs. "What? What is funny?"
Fenris caught his breath and pressed a kiss to her cheek. "Oh, my sweet mate. My father is going to be better than fine. Much better than I ever could be. To tell you the truth, I'm more worried about Von."
"Why?" Linnea frowned. "Have you met Von?"
"Yes, but my father is my father. As you say, he's been locked up for a very, very long time, which for someone as restless as him would be frustrating enough.
Worst of all, he's been forced to be celibate, which would be a fate worse than death.
" Fenris's eyes were bright with wicked affection.
"You don't know him well enough to notice, but my father was looking at Von the way I looked at the venison you fed me on the first night. "
"Really? Well, shit." Linnea let out a surprised laugh. "Here's hoping he doesn't expect Von to hand-feed him too."
"It will be the very least he expects, and he's nowhere near as polite as I am.
" Fenris hooked an arm around her and pulled her into his side.
"Trust me, love. The best thing we can possibly do for either of them is go into this sauna, shut the door, and enjoy the peace and the quiet while we still have it. "
Linnea looked up at the enormous, scarred, impossible creature who was, against every law of sense and probability, finally hers.
"When you put it like that, going into a sauna with my big, bad wolf sounds like the best idea anyone has ever had," she said.
They would have to deal with Ragnarok soon enough, but the world could wait. Linnea pulled Fenris into the steam, shutting the door behind them on the first true quiet either of them had ever known.