My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 98

Sera

I dropped the heavy wool blanket. It pooled on the floor next to the chair.

I straddled his thick thighs. The thin cotton of my sleep tunic rode all the way up to my hips. My bare thighs pressed directly against the rough, dark wool of his pants. I rested my knees on the edges of his chair.

He settled his hands firmly on my hips. His large thumbs rested just under my hip bones.

I let out a long, shaky breath. I rested my hands flat against his broad chest. I could feel his heart beating with a slow, incredibly heavy rhythm under his grey shirt.

"Your feet are freezing," Fenris grunted. He felt the icy temperature of my skin pressing against his legs.

"The corridors are cold," I said.

I looked at his face. The orange firelight cast deep shadows across his rugged features. He looked exhausted. The dark circles under his pale eyes were heavy.

"Why are you awake?" I asked him quietly. "You sit at this desk and sharpen a knife that is already sharp."

Fenris stared at my mouth for a second. Then he looked up into my eyes.

"I sit at this desk and try to figure out how I am going to survive the next three days," Fenris answered bluntly.

"Are you worried about Chief Vane?" I asked. "Are you worried the council is going to figure out the Kael disguise?"

"I don't give a fuck about Vane or the council," Fenris stated. His voice was completely flat.

He moved his hands. He slid his large palms up the sides of my bare thighs, his calloused skin dragging roughly against my flesh. He stopped right at the hem of my thin sleep tunic.

"I am worried about you," Fenris said.

"I am fine," I told him.

"You are not fine," Fenris corrected me immediately. He didn't raise his voice. He spoke with absolute certainty. "You watched me break a man’s neck You ordered it. You stood in the snow and watched him burn. Now you are awake in the middle of the night, shivering in my lap."

"I know," Fenris murmured. He turned his head and pressed his mouth against the side of my neck. His rough stubble scraped aggressively against my sensitive flesh.

I shivered.

The heavy, throbbing ache between my legs flared up instantly. The friction of his breathing against my neck sent a direct, violent shock of heat straight to my core. I shifted my hips against his thighs. I ground my pussy down against his lap.

Fenris went completely rigid.

He let out a low, dangerous growl. He gripped my hips hard, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me completely still.

"Do not move," Fenris commanded. His voice was a harsh, ragged rasp.

I ignored him. I tilted my pelvis and dragged my wet pussy deliberately across the thick, hard bulge straining against the front of his wool pants.

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