My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 17

Sera

His hand is heavy under the fabric of my dress, fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. The pressure is blunt and possessive, sending a sharp, chemical rush straight to my brain. I’m back in Blackwater. The room is familiar, the air is warm, and Kane is hovering over me like he actually gives a damn. I want this. I want the way he’s looking at me, like he’s struggling to keep his dick in his pants.

He pushes me back. My knees hit the edge of the mattress, and I’m forced to sit, looking up at him. He stands there, tall and dominant, his hands going to his waist. I hear the distinct metallic snick of his belt unbuckling. It’s torture. The sound echoes in the quiet room, and all I want to do is reach out, rip those pants down, and slide my mouth over him. I want to feel him moist under my tongue, to feel the way he quivers when I take him in.

"Fenris," I breathe.

The name hits the air like a curse. My lungs seize, and I choke on my own saliva. The heat of the memory vanishes, replaced by a sudden, jarring cold.

I snapped my eyes open, gasping for air. I wasn't in Blackwater. I was in the mountain fortress, lying on a bed piled with furs. Sweat was rolling off my forehead, cooling instantly in the drafty room. My heart was slamming against my ribs, a frantic, heavy rhythm that made my chest ache. I sat up slowly, my head pounding with a dull, throbbing ache that made me want to go back to sleep. I rested my head in my hand, eyes shut tight, trying to figure out how I’d ended up saying that name.

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