Wregen #2
Wrath writhes inside me, desperate to take over and rip these bars down so we can claim her. For a moment, I consider letting him. My mate looking at my cock for the first time has pulled a shiver from my balls, sending a torrent of blood into the heart that beats for her.
“What the fuck?” Her voice is rattled, a hint of anger spearing through it. But fuck me if I don’t hear her hunger too, a plea that hides beneath the other emotions.
And it turns me on even more, a burst of cum flowing into my throbbing cock.
I let my hungry gaze drop to her tits, bouncing up and down with her heavy breaths, and imagine coating them in our essence, rubbing our seed all over her so she knows who she belongs to.
That she’s ours. That she’ll always be ours.
“My mate has returned,” I purr as I stroke myself to release and shoot my cum toward her.
“Her need for my cock so great, it summoned her back to me. Don’t fear, though.
His blood may coat me, but your cunt alone fills my thoughts as I spill my seed.
” A smile emerges on my lips and I know it’ll piss her off even more, but I don’t try to hold it back.
She’ll grow to crave my depraved demands soon enough.
Finaan’s eyes narrow, but they stay fixed on my hard cock until it’s fully milked, every bit of me relaxing at last. She shudders as she lifts her gaze, sending a ripple of pleasure down my spine.
She felt it as fiercely as I did—this bond that pulses inside her as it does me.
I see the change as she regains her stalwart control, shaking her head while her lips twist into a sneer.
Whipping her stare toward the pathetic elf cowering in the corner, she snarls. “What the fuck are you doing here? And why does he have a whip and your blood splattered across his chest?”
Oh, she’s ferocious. I might come again just from watching my fierce warrior mate. The fights we’ll have. The blood we’ll spill. And the fucks that will follow.
The fates truly have smiled on me, gifting me this female.
Svend’s whimper drags me from my moment of worship, so I swing the whip at him again. The fucker interrupted something special and I can’t have that. I give Wrath a mental caress as I focus on the red tears dripping down the elf’s cheek, and relax even more as my beast drops into his hole.
Finaan ruins it, but I can’t blame her. And I’ve gotten all I need for now.
Striding forward, she grabs the whip by its thong, wrenching it from my hands.
“Sick bastard,” she mutters as she stalks to the wall to return it to its place.
She doesn’t clean it, thank the gods. I’ll be able to smell and see Svend’s blood until he can return to free me.
It might be a while—I hadn’t anticipated Finaan’s return, and I suspect she’ll try to keep him away now—but he’s a determined elf. He’ll come to me soon.
Spinning, she glares at Svend, whose gaze bounces between the two of us. “I asked you a question,” she growls. “What. The. Fuck?”
His head finally stills, glassy eyes focused on Finaan. “He needed me,” the elf whispers, risking a glance my way before he gives my mate his entire attention. “And … and I need him.”
“You need him?” she asks, the words dripping from her mouth like poison trickled from a spoon. “What could you possibly need from him?” She twists her head, and if eyes could kill, I’d be a dead elf.
The hate in her gaze sends a shiver down my spine. It won’t be long before she flips that coin, giving in to the desire her loathing will become. The wait might kill me but it will be the most delightful torture.
“You know what?” she says before Svend can open his lips, eyes sharp as glass still fixed on me. “Never mind. I don’t need to hear anything you could say right now. Go to Fhord. Tell him what you’ve done. Accept his punishment without complaint.”
“But,” Svend sputters, rising to take a step toward her as his hands lift, palms raised to the sky above us.
Fuck, he’s weak. My upper lip curls as I watch him supplicate to her. I’ll punish him again soon for that.
“But nothing,” Finaan interrupts. “Go. Now.”
“You will return to me when others sleep,” I command before he can leave, my message to him clear. He’ll use his magic if he must, but he will come back.
“He won’t,” she snaps as she turns to glare at me and then throws that frosty gaze back at the elf. “Don’t come back here again,” she adds, her voice growing gentler. “I don’t want to lock you up in one of these cells, but I will.”
Svend doesn’t move for a few seconds, so I growl, low from my chest, anger at her soft words for him rumbling through me. He startles like a deer about to begin the final race of his life and runs to the stairs, then up and out.
When his footsteps fade, Finaan turns back to me.
Oooh, she’s pissed. This emotion is as tasty as any other and I sup it up.
For a moment, I consider testing my magic on her, pulling her toward me.
I’d slay a dozen men and lay them at her feet if it meant I could touch that skin as I did in Helheim.
But I already can tell that using my power on my skjaldmaer would drive her away.
She must choose to be mine before we return home.
I’ll have no hope of convincing Hel to let me keep my mate if she refuses to submit to our bond.
It’s why she can never learn of my obsession with her in that dark place. She’d never forgive me, and who could blame her? I’m as deplorable as they come.
“I don’t know what that was about, but it won’t happen again. Whatever fucked-up games you played there have no place in this world. The next time, we’ll bind your hands behind your back, leave you to piss and shit on yourself until you convince us we can trust you.”
A smirk splits my lips. “Can’t drag your thoughts away from my cock or my ass, can you?” I murmur. “They’re yours, Finaan. Every piece of me is yours. Use me. Let me use you.”
She’s quiet for a long time, and an irrational part of me wonders if she’s considering it.
Finally, though, she scoffs, her upper lip curling as she wrinkles her nose and narrows her eyes.
“I don’t know if you’re telling me the truth,” she says as she casts her gaze down.
“But if you really are my mate,” she adds, lifting her eyes to let me see her anger, “then the fates truly fucked me, pairing me with the most despicable elf I’ve ever known. ”
My cock jerks as she gives me the fierceness I crave.
“Bond or not, I’ll never be yours,” she proclaims, as if she’s willing it to be true. “You’ll never touch me. You’ll never kiss me. And you sure as fuck won’t ever use me.”
My skjaldmaer takes a single step in my direction, her gaze holding mine as if she’s gripping an enemy before severing his heart with her sword.
“They’re going to take you back to the mainland.
You’re getting our pity once. If you chase me down again, we’ll kill you.
” One more step, her hands lifting to rest on her hips, thrusting out her tits for my viewing pleasure as her back straightens.
“That would be my preference. Killing you. But Z, that sentimental beast, wants to protect you. Nobody knows why. So he and Mik will carry you away. That’s your only chance at life.
Return to Helheim. And don’t ever come back to this world. ”
I rise to my full height, looking down at her.
She’s a tall female, but I’m a head bigger, and she lifts her chin to hold my gaze.
After a moment, I rouse Wrath, letting him join me in claiming our female.
“Nothing will keep us from you,” I declare, my voice bouncing off the rock that surrounds us.
“Send us away. Threaten us. Kill us. It won’t matter.
Helheim won’t contain this body if you don’t join us in its dark embrace.
The earth will open up and spit us out before it will tolerate our separation from you. ”