Her Viking Wolves: 50 Loving States, Michigan (15 page)

“
B
ut
…I don’t understand. How are you talking to me like this? I mean, I know how the mate-bond works but…”
Her voice trails off, soft with disbelief, but clear as a bell inside Olafr’s head as if it’s been there all along.

Yet his joy upon hearing her is largely overshadowed by her accusation.

“Do you question how you understand my words because we speak a different tongue? Or do you question how I can speak to you because you think me weak of mind?”

“Um, both, actually,”
comes her tentative response.

Their female, Olafr realizes and not for the first time, seems to have little skill at forming her thoughts into words that do not offend.

“I am not certain,”
he answers, pushing more words into her head.
“I do not know much of the ways of humans, but I believe our mate-bond must be a…”
he stops, struggling for the words
“…bridge between our tongues. When my parents were in conversation, they would oft begin speaking aloud and then switch to the silent talk of mates.”

A pause. Olafr can sense her sitting perfectly still on the other side of the door, but the smell of her need continues to fill the room like the iron rattles his pack drums against the ground to herald the coming of a full moon.

“So…you’re not actually wolf-bound then?”
she asks, her voice small inside his head.

“No, Varra, I am not,”
he answers.
“Nor am I
litthyggiandi
.”

And then his brother whispers over their brother bond,
“Keep speaking with her. She finds it soothing. I will await her on the bed.”

Olafr can feel his older brother’s need to mate with their female as if it is his own need. And even more alarming, he can sense his brother’s wolf—a beast that has been kept mute by his brother for many years, growling to get out.
“But I do not know how to use convincing words like you.”

“My wolf is too consumed with her heat to let me speak convincing words without action,”
his brother answers him. And indeed he sounds much like their father, when he says,
“This mess did you make. This mess must you mend.”

He then ends any further discussion by moving away from the door and to the bed, leaving Olafr to sort out their mate’s confusion.

Olafr pushes more words into her mind.
“Would I have spoken with you sooner,
Varra
, but your tears cut my heart and I did not want to frighten you with my mind words. I thought to let my brother, who knows our mother’s tongue better than I, speak for us. But your confusion became too great and truthfully, I had no desire for you to think me
litthyggiandi
.”

Swallowing down his anger at himself, Olafr admits,
“I feel deep shame for my claim of you,
Varra
. Be assured my brother will take better care when he next claims you.”

Another long pause.

Then their she-wolf says,
“Okay, I am so confused. If you’re not wolf-bound, why the hell did you stay a wolf all this time? Alisha said she’d never even seen you in your human form until you came here.”

Olafr notices she has chosen to ignore his words about her mating his brother.

“’Tis a long story,
Varra
, and I can smell you are still in great need.”
He keeps his voice soft and soothing, as he’s heard his mother doing when speaking with a skittish pup.
“I would not have you suffer more than you have. Please come out.”

Her sobs have stopped but Olafr hears her give a small sniff.

“You still want to share me with FJ? Even after he nearly beat you up?”

Olafr glances back at his brother who is now seated naked on the bed with closed eyes. Still as a wooden figure, but with hands clawed into the sheet. Even if Olafr did could not sense his emotional state over their brother bond, he would know how terribly his brother suffered for want of their female. That he was bringing all of his mind powers to bear in order to keep from dragging her out of the closet.

And for this reason does Olafr turn back to the storage cupboard and place a hand on the slatted door. Trying again, though he fears himself ill-armed for this job.

“By rights my brother should have killed me. It shows how strong our brother bond is that he used his fists on me instead of his sword. Had it been my brother here in my stead…had I entered your chamber to bear witness to him mistreating you as I have done, he would have felt the hot iron of my sword in his belly and the sting of my blade upon his manhood. Even though I do not know as of yet how to take a sword, this is what I would have done to make certain he would never again dishonor another she-wolf as you have been dishonored today.”

This time the pause is much longer. Then she finally says,
“Wow, that sorry was really kind of over the top, but um, apology accepted, I guess? Still, I can’t just—”

Her mind breaks off from his suddenly, and Olafr can sense her begin to shake on the other side of the door, her heat becoming too much for her to bear. While on the bed behind him, he can sense FJ battling mightily with his own wolf to stay in control.

This is my fault, all my fault
, Olafr thinks to himself, wracked with shame for what has passed between him and their female.

He drops to his knees so he is on the same footing as his mate.

“
Varra
, you do suffer, as does my brother,”
he says through the door.
“My wolf cannot allow this. Yet I am loath to pull you from the your refuge after what I have done.”

No response.

With a silent apology to Freya, goddess of love, he opens the door against her spoken wishes…

Only to feel his heart flatten within his chest when he finds their mate curled up into a tight, seated ball.

Olafr reaches for her.
“Come,
Varra
. I will take you to my brother now.”

But she pushes away his hands.

Then comes her voice, tight with strain inside his head.
“I only want one mate. Not two! One! Just you. I can’t be like my father, just picking up a new mate like the first one didn’t even matter.”

A tormented sound comes from the bed behind him, and Olafr glances back to see his brother is now curled over on the bed, like a wolf before shift. Eyes squeezed closed, and white teeth bared as he battles his wolf for control.

Any other shifter would have pulled her from the closet by now. Thrown her upon the bed and rutted her without care or permission. But FJ is restraining his wolf for their female. Many in their village did whisper of the kill that caused their Fenris to name his son Ever the Man. And some did wonder if one with so little discipline of his wolf should lead the North Wolves. But it is clear to him now how good-fortuned any pack would be to have his brother as their fenrir.

However, this cannot go on. Their female and his brother must mate. For the sake of all.

“
Varra
, please…”
Olafr says, resorting to begging. “
You are
ours
, and
we
are yours. This is as it should be.”

Yet she shakes her head. Still denying the truth that her body accepted some time ago.

It is more than Olafr can bear. He drops back down to his knees to address her with a rough voice. “Varra, you are hurting yourself and my brother as well.”

“No, no, I can’t.”
Her voice is little more than a pained cry inside his head now.
“It’s not right. I can’t.”

Now it is Olafr’s turn to be confused.
“You speak as if you have a choice.”

“I do have a choice!”
she insists, even as another wave of her overripe scent releases into the room.

Then their female takes Olafr by surprise, grabbing him by his large shoulders, and for the first time looking him directly in the eyes.

“I do have a choice. I can get with you again. You’re not wolf-bound and I don’t want two mates. I’ll take you again. Not him. Just you.”
Their mate’s voice is fierce with determination and need. It is, in fact, the most strength this she-wolf has shown since their first meeting.

But Olafr quickly removes her hands from his body before his other half can take over again.
“You cannot mean that.”

“I do,”
she says, frantically grabbing one of his large hands in both of hers.
“Please, Olafr, just mate with me again before he can.”

“No, you mistake my meaning.”
Olafr swallows back the rising tide of lust her desperate words bring forth.
“I know you mean what you say. But the simple truth is, you…we…
can
not.”

She merely shakes her head, looking stricken and utterly confused.

“Does your land really know so little of the Brothers claim?”

She moans and then grits her teeth, pushing words into his head
. “I don’t know anything about any of that. Some humans have been known to take multiple mates, but wolves don’t. Or at least I’ve never heard of this happening before. Tu mentioned it’s popular in shifter romance novels....”

Feeling very much like he should not be the one to explain this to their mate, Olafr tried his best anyway. “
The way of the Brothers claim is with every rise of your heat, you mate one brother and then the other. This is why I did unknot from you with such haste. And this be why your heat did return to you again with such haste.”

Olafr nods his head toward FJ.
“My brother’s human is not as weak as mine. He struggles mightily with his wolf so as not to take you without your leave. But your heat does render him the same as it renders you. He will remain with this fever until you are joined together.”

At last Olafr can see understanding dawn in their she-wolf’s eyes. Yet she still resists, whispering,
“No,”
inside his head.

“Yea,
Varra,
you must make your human understand this now.”
Olafr is done with explanations. They have run out of time. He holds their mate’s gaze so she cannot look away.
“You have mated me. You are mine.”

And now does he let his voice become firm inside her head as he commands her, male wolf to his she-wolf,
“Now must you become his.”

N
ow must you become his
.

I look across the room at FJ, naked and bent over, fisting the covers as if some unseen force is trying to rip him from the bed.

Even as I fight my own heat, I’m respecting the hell out of him for this. That he hasn’t come after me the way Olafr did when we mated. But…

I can’t. I can’t let myself be claimed by two mates. How would that make me any better than my father, who had so little respect for my mother, he got with her sister as soon as the Lupine Council let him?

But then FJ looks up at me, his tortured gray gaze finding mine, his face twisted in a strange combination of lust and agony.

And that’s all it takes.

My she-wolf propels me out of the closet, past Olafr. Not stopping until I’m colliding with FJ on the bed.

He catches me, hands encasing my wide hips, as he takes my mouth in a hot kiss. But then to my shock, the world spins, and I find myself on top of him, looking down at him as he sits with me in his lap.

“Cannot take you in the way of the wolf,” he explains, his voice coarse with need. “Would hurt you. Must do this in the female’s position…”

Other than this, there is no sweetness from him. No second kiss. Just stone cold necessity and the bump of his hand between our bodies as he guides his cock into my entrance.

I cry out. But not because of pain. There isn’t any this time, only sweet relief as he pushes into my clenching space. So hard and hot, I’m surprised there isn’t an audible sizzle from below as he starts thrusting himself into my soaked pussy.

It feels so damn good. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life to have him inside me. And for once, I don’t feel awkward in my own skin. Sex with FJ feels like the most natural thing in the world. And when I start moving my hips up and down on his cock, it’s like I’m simply meeting a basic need. Food. Water. This.

“Yes,
Varra
, yes,” FJ says, easily adjusting to my rhythm. “Give me your wolf.”

We move in unison below our waist, like a mindless creature, whose roar comes out as the sound of our bodies urgently slapping together. And soon I feel something building inside me. A pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It makes me want to…want to…to…

Before I can even think to stop myself, my teeth bite into his shoulder. Hard. Clamping on to him with a desire so primal, a hot bolt of liquid pleasure spikes through me when I taste his warm blood, salty on my tongue.

“
Varra
…!”

I can sense the moment FJ knows he’s going to lose control, because he wraps his arms around me, holding on for dear life. He even grabs a handful of my yarn locs, like he’s afraid I’ll fly away if he doesn’t keep me completely anchored to him.

With my breasts crushed into his chest, he starts pistoning into me and I’m instantly overwhelmed. I can feel him everywhere, inside and outside my hypersensitive body.

For minutes on end there’s nothing but the wild slapping of his hips into mine, and then...

Everything explodes with a pleasure so keen, it threatens to rip me right out of my skin. I understand then why FJ gave me the full anchor treatment, because I fly so high, I’m sure I would have disappeared into the sky above if not for him holding me down.

FJ yells out soon after I start coming back down to earth, flooding me with his seed. Right before he knots inside me.

My body reacts like a live power line—after someone has flipped the switch on the voltage. I scream into his shoulder as a second climax overtakes me.

It’s too much! Too much!

I’m half afraid my heart is going to give out, it’s so intense. Could I actually die from this?

My wolf responds to my panicked human with blissed out disregard for my well-being.

Worth it. So worth it.

How can this be happening? I’d never even been kissed until yesterday. Much less imagined I could have this kind of sex with this kind of guy.

Eventually I come down again. And a long time after that, the ringing in my ears finally stops. Then my vision clears and I can once again see and hear.

“
Varra
, fare thee well?”
a voice asks inside my head. The same accent as Olafr, but not the same voice. Smoother, more formal, with a hint of steel lining its edges.

“FJ
,” I say, smiling against his shoulder…which I then realize I’m still biting.

Aaaand
cue the return of Awkward Tee.

“Oh…ah…sorry,”
I think to him.

Without much grace, I unclamp my teeth and try to sit up. Only to find I can’t because we’re still knotted, with my pussy milking his dick for every last drop of its baby-making semen.

Seriously, could this get any more awkward?

“You have embarrassment because of our joining now,”
FJ says into my head.

He exchanges an amused look over my shoulder, and then Olafr’s voice pops up in my mind.
“Do not have embarrassment,
Varra
. It is but natural.”

Olafr! I remember with an inner gasp. He’s been in the room all along. While FJ and I were going at it like, well, wolves. And something tells me he wasn’t spending that time flipping through that old issue of
Us Weekly
someone left on my nightstand.

So that answers that question. This situation could
definitely
get more awkward.

But I can’t run or hide like I usually would, because I’m full on knotted to FJ—which makes me cringe even harder. I know it’s only natural, what every she-wolf does after a mating. But knowing it and doing it are two totally different things. I can actually feel the muscles in my vagina clenching hard around FJ’s cock, as if my thirsty womb is trying to squeeze the life out of his dick.

I shift on top of him, my eyes bouncing every other way to try to find something else to focus on. And I quickly find the distraction I’m looking for in Olafr, who’s now standing at the edge of the left side of the bed, his arms folded. But then that safe harbor vanishes when I see the rest of him…including his large penis, which is so erect, it’s almost standing straight up.

“Forgive me,
Varra
,”
he says, following my gaze down to his insanely large cock.
“I was much affected by your mating with my brother. I know there is a way to give relief with my own hand, but I am not sure of the ways of humans.”

“It’s…okay,” I answer. At least I think that’s what I say. I can’t be sure, because I’m too busy helplessly staring at his cock to focus. He’s
so
large. I wonder what it will feel like to have something that big inside of me again, without the pain of my human’s hymen. I feel my whole body squeeze in anticipation.

Still sitting beneath me, FJ lets out a harsh sound, somewhere between a bark and a laugh.

“
Easy,
Varra
,”
he says inside my mind, once again encasing my hips with his hands.
“You’re desire for my brother does make this wolf feel good, but do not let your lusty greed take away your common sense. You must finish this with me first. Then must you eat. And then may you have again your other wolf.”

I decide not to touch that statement with a ten-foot pole. Anyway, it’ll be more like: I’ll finish this, answer my email, while eating a sandwich—no pun intended. And then…

My mind blanks, unable to deal with what is happening now. I’m mated. Mated to not one, but two wolves. Two Viking wolves. Who want me to go back to their time with them after one of them impregnates me with his ancient Viking seed. So they can wage a battle against the dragon shifters who have taken over their village.

FJ, however, seems to be having no trouble wrapping his head around all of this. He lies down on the bed, settling my big body over his like a blanket.

“Am I too heavy?”
I ask inside his head.
“We could try shifting to the side.”

A lazy chuckle. Then:
“Verily, it pleases me much to sleep in this way, with your soft body covering mine. But are you comfortable,
Varra
?”

“Yeah,” I answer aloud softly.
At least as comfortable as one can be while actively milking a dick
, I think to myself.

But FJ must believe me, because he soon dozes off.

“
Forgive him,”
comes Olafr’s voice in my head.
“Tis our wolf god’s design that a mated male must fall fast sleep while his female does milk, so he may serve her well when her heat once again rises.”

I still can’t get over how intelligent Olafr’s voice sounds. How calm and assured. I don’t know what I expected it to sound like—well, yes I do. I totally expected him to sound like the Viking version of Scooby Doo. But that’s not how he sounds at all.

I find my eyes once again descending to his rather impressive display of manhood.

And Olafr watches me stare.

“My brother says you would like to have me again,”
he says inside my head.
“This pleases me much.”

Okay, what the hell? Do these brothers share everything with each other? And,
“How did you know that?”

Then I think back on our post-sex conversation and add,
“For that matter, how did you know I was embarrassed earlier? You can’t be that good at reading body language, and FJ hasn’t spoken a word to you.”

“Sometimes my brother speaks aloud to me, so his point can be more strongly made, especially when I have vexed him. But we have never truly needed our tongues to speak with each other. I have always known his thoughts as I do now know yours.”

My eyebrows go up.
“Wait, are you trying to say you guys have ESP? Like mates?”

Olafr shakes his head looking mildly disgusted.
“No, no…not like mates. I do not lust for my brother or spend my every waking moment thinking of covering him. I do not so strongly wish to give him a pup, that the mere thought of it gives my cock such painful ache.”

“For the silent wolf type, you’re kind of super dramatic,”
I say after a breathless moment.
“Has anyone ever told you that?”

I can hear laughter in his voice as he answers,
“Nay, I’ve never been told that,
Varra
. Though my brother does sometimes complain that I would the village skald become if others knew my voice true.”

“Your brother who you talk to. Inside your heads. Just like we’re talking now?”

“Yea, it has it always been thus. I cannot remember a time when I could not hear his thoughts. Perhaps it explains…”

He doesn’t finish that thought but he doesn’t have to. I, too, am thinking about this Brother Bond they keep referring to big time now. And my mind starts racing with so many questions, I want to find Alisha. I need to know if there were any other historical references to a bond that allowed two males to hear each other’s thoughts just as easily as if they were mates.

But I’m knotted with FJ and Alisha—well, judging from all the running and desperate voices I heard earlier, it’s a pretty safe bet she’s otherwise engaged at the moment.

“I know you have a curious mind,
Varra
,”
Olafr says, as if reading my thoughts. Which, let’s face it, he just might be.
“But you should put aside your many questions and rest.”

He bends down next to the bed, and I can see that his gray eyes are glowing, which means his wolf is close to the surface.

I brace myself for another claiming kiss, but he only takes my hand, running my open palm over his long red dreadlocks with a soft smile.
“You, too, will need your strength for what is to come.”

His words feel like a solemn promise, ringing out in the charged air between us. Then he gently gives me my hand back and moves away.

A moment later, I feel the weight of a blanket settle over me and FJ. Then Olafr crouches down beside the bed. This time he puts one large hand on my head, stroking my white yarn locs as I look into his glowing gray eyes.

While I lie on top of his brother.

Have I mentioned how weird this is yet? Because it totally, totally is.

Totally weird
, I think with a yawn, as I nestle my cheek into FJ’s leaner chest.

“Verily, am I glad you want me still in the way of mates,
Varra
,”
Olafr says.
“Especially after what did pass between us before. I had thought not to be with you again for a long time yet.”

“No worries,”
I answer weakly, not quite knowing what to do with the heavily-accented Shakespeare character who’s appeared where a friendly red wolf used to be.

But his voice comes back, filled with remorse.
“I wish I could make true penance. Allow only my brother to mate you and wait until your next heat. Yet, I know my human would not allow it.”

“Don’t you mean your wolf?”
I ask with another yawn. Olafr was right about the whole sleep thing. Despite my recent twenty-four hour nap, I can feel a new kind of fatigue dragging me down into its inky depths.

Also, Olafr is still stroking my hair, which doesn’t make staying awake any easier.
“No,
Varra
, I mean my human.”

“But that doesn’t make sense,”
I say through a thick, gauzy haze.
“I’m talking to your human right now and he seems perfectly fine.”