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.
Shewas 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 tomove, 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.
