She giggled. “My husband. So impatient.” So crude.
So wonderful.
“Yes. My love, please. I need you.”
“You have me. I’m right here.”
“I need—” He gasped when she lowered her head a bit more and blew on the tip of his erection. “Your mouth. Now.”
“Well, then, take it. Take what you need.”
He knew she loved it when he acted all male. As they had become more adept at pleasing one another, she had discovered that there was nothing she liked more than being made to do what they both wanted her to do. And Ulf had a natural talent for such play, even if he was also very good at submitting to her will when that was what she wanted. Whatever her mood, he always indulged her.
Today, he understood that she wanted him to use her to get his pleasure. That was all the encouragement he needed.
Strong fingers coiled into her hair, forcing her to bridge the gap between her lips and his waiting hardness. “Open. Take it in.”
She did take it in, allowing him to slide it to the hilt. He let out a long exhale.
“Forgive me, this is not going to last long.”
Ylva closed her eyes, smiling inwardly. The first time she had tried to pleasure him in this manner, he had not allowed her to. That seemed a long time ago now. Now he never refused.
“Suck.”
She sucked, relishing every moment, basking in the praise he lavished over her, enjoying the feeling of power, the smoothness of his shaft and the pleasure of knowing she was the one giving him what he needed. Soon he was making the lewd, erotic noises she knew so well and loved.
He was close.
“Ylva, yes, ah!”
The pulsing started under her tongue, strong and insistent, then liquid heat flooded her mouth. He did not need to tell her to swallow. He couldn’t have anyway. He was panting too hard and his body had gone rigid with the strength of his release. Little wonder. He had told her he would not give himself pleasure while she could not enjoy the same relief and she knew he would never have gone to another woman. It was no surprise he had been so ready for release.
“Feeling better now?” she asked, lying back down by his side.
“You—” Ylva smiled when he could not even get past that first word. “You are going to pay for that as soon as you tell me you feel ready for my caresses. One release will not be enough. I will make you come again and again. I will lap at you until you cannot stand it any longer.”
“I will hold you to that promise.” Did he really think she would not go to him the moment she felt recovered enough,if that was what he had in mind? From the start he had been obsessed with licking her and his desire to please her in that way had only increased.
She nestled herself against him, savoring the moment.
Just then Einar started to fuss.
“You stay here, I’ll get him,” Ulf said, placing a kiss on the tip of her nose.
The chasteness of the gesture, after the scorching moment they had just shared, sent warmth to the pit of her stomach. But that was her wolf, a man of many identities. Fiery lover one moment, attentive husband the next. Loving son and caring father all at once. Fierce warrior and loyal friend. She loved every facet of him.
While she settled Einar at her breast, Ulf came to lie down behind her, engulfing her into his arms. Ylva closed her eyes while her baby fed and her husband murmured loving words into her ear. Cocooned between her two Norsemen, her world was complete.
The slave had been freed.
The orphan had found a family.
EPILOGUE
FOUR YEARS LATER
Wolf watched Ulf lift Einar into the air and start spinning on the spot. The boy gave a shriek of pure delight, his little face illuminated by the light of the fire. That afternoon, another wedding had taken place at the boulder. Despite his young age, his grandson Rothgar had married the love his life, Asta, in a moving ceremony. How many weddings had he seen since his arrival in the village, all those years ago, Wolf wondered? Dozens, each happier than the last. Who would have thought that being sent into exile would end up being the best thing that could happen to him?
