He’d been telling them the truth. He reallyhadwanted this, between Raye and Kalfr, all this time.
Gaelfr’s glance toward Kalfr was grateful, the relief shining in his eyes, and Kalfr kissed his throat again, gave him a smile that was almost teasing. “So there is no reason for you to stay away from our goddess now,” he murmured. “Is there?”
Raye’s eyes widened, as a distant whisper nagged at the back of her thoughts. Because Kalfr’s smile hadn’t quite reached hiseyes, and was… was he testing Gaelfr? Wanting to make him prove this?
But Gaelfr’s eyes fluttered, his breath exhaling in a jagged groan. And only then did Raye catch that Kalfr’s hand was already circling Gaelfr’s bare shaft, stroking it up and down — and it was stretched larger and fuller than Raye had ever seen it, spasming beneath every touch, already drooling a steady stream of white toward the floor. Betraying, again, just how much Gaelfr wanted this, how he wanted to fill and fuck Raye like this.
“Ach, I shall fuck our mate,” he breathed, and he looked almost drugged with it, delirious, his eyes blazing on Raye’s face. “I shall fuck her, and fill her, and feed her, just as she needs from me most.”
And when he grabbed for Raye, fast and urgent, sweeping her bodily up off her feet to straddle against his front, she still couldn’t find a twinge of protest or argument. And instead, it was just hunger, and stark, stuttering relief, even as Gaelfr’s strong hands maneuvered her, hitched her higher in midair, spreading her legs wider apart around his hips. He was barging in again, taking over again, and it was everything she needed, everything,please.
“You shall welcome my strong ploughing,” he growled at her, as his gaze dropped to where he was lining her up with him, nudging his huge, straining, leaking crown into her pulsing, spread-open heat. “Your ripe, full womb shall gladly suck me whole, and drink up my good feeding. My tending.”
He said it with such satisfaction, such triumph, and Raye nodded, rapid and fervent, as he smoothly began guiding her downward, piercing her whole upon him. A movement that must have taken astonishing strength, his arms holding up her full weight like this, so he could slowly, surely stab her full of him, lance her whole upon his thick, juddering cock.
“Fuck,” Raye gasped, through the sheer, swarming sensation of it, the heat and the stretch, the dizzying wonder of that jutting pole plunging firm and proprietary inside her. Feeling even better than their first time, more certain of its place and its power, its unassailable right to fuck her, and feed her, and own her.
“Mine,” Gaelfr growled, as he shoved her all the way down, seating her whole upon him, her crease stretched tight against his coarse hair, her hips spread wide against his. “My woman, filled with myástvinur, now stuck whole upon me, ready for my feeding.”
He again looked almost drunk with it, as if marvelling at this revelation, at his impossible good fortune — and he even released his grip on her hips, settling both hands against her back instead, so it was now only his cock holding her up off the floor, hanging her here in midair upon him. And fuck, the way he gazed at the sight of it, his greedy eyes sweeping up and down her front, his low groan almost like a prayer.
“Mine,” he breathed again, and it was a prayer this time, his head tilted back, his eyes fluttering closed. “Mine to tend and feed and fatten as I see fit. Mine to touch, and taste, andkeep.”
It sounded familiar, drawing up a vision of Gaelfr’s first night in her cottage, of the moment just before he’d bitten her. When he’d said those exact words, and they’d sounded so much like fact, but maybe — maybe it had been a prayer then, too. It had been what he’d wanted to be true.
But now it was true, it was, and Raye helplessly nodded as his hips began rutting up against her, burying his strength deeper inside. His hands were still on her back, holding her upper body slightly away from him, so he could watch it, witness it, see his fat wet cock speared up inside her, pumping in and out of her, making her jiggle and bounce while she gasped and trembled and groaned. He was making her his, showing it, proving it —and when Raye shot a glance sideways, she found Kalfr watching it too, knowing it too, his eyes flickering with mingled hunger and relief.
It meant something, something important, but the sensation was too strong, the pleasure too much, shouting and wheeling, striking louder with every jolt, every furious thrust inside. Whipping up a feral, frenzied maelstrom, and Gaelfr had even begun pacing the room, still bouncing Raye upon him, using the movement to drive them still harder together. Silently shouting of his power, flaunting the naked pregnant woman stuck and skewered on his cock, squirming and milking him, desperately seeking his tending, his feeding, his favour.
“Please, Gael,” Raye gasped, as she scrabbled for his shoulders, dragging her quivering body up against his solid powerful bulk, burying her face in his chest. “Please, feed me. Fatten me. Tend me. Whatever you’ll give me.Please.”
Gaelfr’s groan was harsh and guttural, as reverent as another prayer, and his arms drew her tighter against him, while he jammed himself up one more time, as deep as he could go. And Raye almost sobbed at the feel of him flaring out, flooding her full, feeding her with all his strength — and her own body drinking it up, swallowing it deep with frantic, furious pulses, while the euphoria charged and burned. Her mate. Her mate.
And though a distant whisper was already rising, contesting that thought, Raye clung to Gaelfr for as long as she could, savouring the shivery aftershocks, the undeniable truth of his powerful body still shuddering against her, inside her. Giving her all his best, all his strength, just like he’d always done, from the very start.
“Better,sæta?” he murmured, hoarse into her hair, and Raye nodded back, even as she fought down the sudden, overpowering urge to weep. He’d always been so generous, and fought so hard for her, for Kalfr. And even now he was backingup to sit down on the edge of the bed, so he could better draw her close into his lap, stroking at her back, her hair.
“And you ken,sæta,” he croaked, “I would never have left you, ach? I only ever sought to do all within my power to guard you, and help you, and heal you. To guide you back to who you ought to be. Who youare.”
The words stuttered through the haze, shivered Raye to stillness against him, because — that was what Gaelfr had said aboutKalfr. He’d been doing that for Kalfr, all this time. Not for… not forher.
But his warm hands kept touching her, drawing her even closer against him, as he took a deep, shaky breath of her hair. “And in this,” he whispered, “I hoped to earn your fealty toward me, in return. Your love.”
To earn your fealty. Your love.And that, somehow, struck the lingering haze away, sliced deep to Raye’s bones. All this time, Gaelfr had been trying to help her, to heal her — to earn her loyalty, and her love. Her love.
As if — as if he’d thought he wouldn’t have gained her love, otherwise. As if he’d thought he was too weak to deserve it. Too unworthy. A failure.
Something crumpled in Raye’s belly, because — goddess, how often had she felt that way, too? How many of her own actions these past weeks had been with those same motivations, those same fears? How much had she just wanted loyalty, and love? A family? A home?
And how long had Gaelfr felt this way? And — her eyes slid sideways, toward where Kalfr was now standing beside the bed, watching them with unreadable eyes — how long had Gaelfr felt this way aboutKalfr, too?
It was a question that perhaps should have been surprising, but wasn’t at all, settling like a familiar heavy weight in Raye’s chest. Gaelfr had done all this to earn Kalfr’s love, too. Andsurely he’d done it long before Raye had ever come between them, without once imagining the depth of what she’d just stumbled into.
And she still didn’t know the depth of it. She didn’t. Goddess, they both kept making that so abundantly clear, even right now, in this moment. With the way it was still Gaelfr holding her, comforting her, while Kalfr watched in silence, weighing who and what he could trust…
The clarity glimmered closer, and with it, a twinge of courage, too. Enough that Raye could press a grateful kiss to Gaelfr’s cheek, and then shove backwards, onto her feet beside Kalfr. Not caring if Kalfr and Gaelfr both watched the mess pouring from within her, or what they saw as she turned toward the basin, and quickly washed up. Because she needed to think, needed to gird herself, to whisper a silent prayer as she again drew on her dress, and turned back to face them.
“So next, you two,” she said, her voice quiet but sure, “you’ll tell me the truth. The rest of it.Now.”
