My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 133

Sera

"Fenris… My Alpha… My love…"

The words slipped out of my mouth before my brain could even process them.

I had my head resting flat against his solid chest as he carried me through the long, drafty stone halls of the keep. We were both completely drenched in blood. The metallic, bitter stench of it clung to our skin. But I didn't care. That was the absolute least of our concerns right now. We were finally bonded.

I could feel the bond sitting heavy and permanent in my chest. It was incredibly pronounced. If there was any accurate way to describe what it felt like, it was like suddenly possessing an entirely new body part. And that body part was a massive, fully-grown Alpha wolf. I could feel him in every way possible. I felt his adrenaline. I felt the lingering aggression from the courtyard.

And I felt his intense, overwhelming horniness.

His arousal bled directly through the bond and crashed straight into my system. That feeling alone made my own arousal spike violently. I was already wet, but feeling his sheer need made me hornier than a crazed monkey. My thighs literally ached with it.

I was being very patient. I was holding back my own demands just so we could actually get to the room without me begging him to take me in a freezing stone corridor.

I listened to his heartbeat. The heavy, rhythmic thud against my ear was incredibly calming. The entire fortress seemed to go completely quiet around us. The roaring of the pack faded behind the thick walls. Everything else was silent except for the soft thumping of his heart in his chest.

I looked up at him.

Fenris was already looking down at me. He didn't look surprised by the words I had just let slip. I tried to read the expression in his dark eyes. The raw aggression was gone. Somehow, the look in his eyes just looked deeply grateful.

"Sera Volkov," he said.

I froze in his arms. My breath caught in my throat. That was true. I now bare his name. I was no longer a Valdris. I was no longer the southern princess. That part of my life died in the snow outside.

"Volkov?" I said. My voice came out slightly shaky.

Fenris slowly set me down on my feet. The stone floor beneath my bare toes was heated. The entire room was radiating warmth from a massive hearth in the corner. I looked to the side. The large, heavy fur-lined bed was already prepared, the blankets pulled back.

It was only then that my nose picked up the distinct scent hanging heavily in the air.

It smelled edible. That was the only way to put it. It was a rich, spiced, musky scent. It smelled like something I desperately wanted to bite into. And somehow, breathing it in made my skin feel entirely too tight. It made me feel hyper-sensitive. The friction of the heavy spider-wool dress against my legs suddenly felt like too much.

I wanted his hands over my body. I wanted him to just rub it. I stared at the bed and let my mind slip. I wanted him to start on my back, drag his rough palms down my neck, over my bare breasts, down my torso, until he found the slick, swollen mound down there. I wanted him to slowly insert a single thick finger inside my wet pussy. Then I wanted him to manage two. I wanted him to slowly pump his fingers in and out of me until I was instinctively spreading my legs completely open, giving him total access. Giving it all to him. I wanted him to edge me right there until he finally decided to lift me up onto that bed and pull out his meaty—

"This is Mina's handiwork."

I snapped out of my daydreaming instantly. I blinked, my face flushing hot. "What?"

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