My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 99

Sera

Fenris cursed violently. He grabbed my upper arms, pulled me back from his chest, and forced me to look at him.

His face was completely entirely flushed. The veins in his thick neck bulged.

"I told you not to move," Fenris said. His breathing was heavy and erratic. "Do you have any idea how close I am to completely losing my mind?"

"Then lose it," I challenged him. I stared right into his dark, dilated eyes. "Why are you fighting it? We killed a man together today. You fingered me in front of your entire council. The pack already treats me like your Luna. Just fuck me, Fenris."

Fenris stared at me. The sheer, desperate hunger in his face was terrifying.

He let go of my arms. He moved his hands down to my waist, grabbed the hem of my cotton sleep tunic, and pulled it straight up over my head.

I raised my arms. He tossed the white shirt onto the floor.

I sat on his lap completely naked.

The heat from the roaring fire hit my bare back, but the front of my body was pressed against him. He looked at my bare breasts. He looked at my stomach. He looked down at the dark triangle of hair resting directly against his pants.

He reached out with his right hand. He didn't touch my breasts. He dragged his thick, calloused thumb firmly down the center of my stomach, stopping right at the top of my pubic bone.

"I smell you constantly," Fenris said. His voice dropped so low I felt it in my own chest. "I smell your wetness on my fingers. I smell it on my clothes. I sit at this desk and I can't breathe because the entire room smells like your heat."

He pressed the heel of his hand firmly against my swollen clitoris. He applied a heavy, blunt pressure.

I gasped loudly. I arched my back, thrusting my chest forward. My hands gripped his broad shoulders tightly.

"I want to lay you out on this desk and ruin you," Fenris confessed bluntly. He dragged his palm in a slow, grinding circle over my slick folds. "I want to bury myself inside you so deep you forget your own fucking name. I want to mark you so completely that every wolf in this territory knows exactly who you belong to."

"Then do it," I begged him. My voice shook violently. A desperate, wet whimper slipped out of my throat. I pushed my hips down against his hand.

He turned his head. He pressed his open mouth aggressively against the side of my neck, right over my pulse. He bit down gently, dragging his teeth across my skin.

"And the exact second you finish speaking the words," Fenris promised, his hot breath hitting my wet skin, "I am going to carry you back to this room. I am going to lock that door. And I am going to tear you completely apart."

A violent shudder ripped straight through my entire body.

The promise was explicit. It wasn't a threat; it was an absolute guarantee. The sheer anticipation was a million times heavier than the frustration.

I didn't argue anymore. I wrapped my arms around his thick neck and buried my face in his shoulder. I breathed in the deep, heavy scent of mountain pine and his dark, spicy sweat.

He held me. We sat in the large wooden chair while the fire slowly burned down to ash. He didn't try to touch me sexually again. He just kept his massive arms wrapped around my bare back, anchoring me to his chest, offering me the absolute physical security I had completely lacked my entire life.

I didn't go back to my room. I fell asleep right there, entirely naked on the Alpha's lap, waiting for the moon to rise.

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