He didn’t respond, only snarled.
In one swift motion, Njáll flipped her onto her belly, a thick arm sliding under her waist and urging her onto her hands and knees. Her wrists sank into the thick furs, her ass and sex completely exposed to him.
She moaned, undone by the silent dominance in his actions.
Njáll knelt behind her, his knees spreading her wider for him. She heard the thud of his fur and trews hitting the floor. She glanced over her shoulder, whimpering at the glorious sight of him naked, his thick cock hard and leaking.
The tip rested at her entrance, and a sting hissed over her skin when she tried to buck into him. A tiny growl rolled from her.
And as much as she wanted him to give in, she loved the claiming version of Njáll as much as she adored the worshipful version of him.
He kept her on the edge, refusing to fill her. Teasing her.
Instead, he reached forward, pulling the jade necklace tight, forcing her to hold her head high and stretch her neck. The hard planes of his chest pressed against her back, his free hand curling around her hip and stroking her navel.
“So pretty,” he purred, his teeth grazing her ear.
A retort died in her throat as he plunged into her.
Something between a moan and a scream shook the candles, the glass beads digging into her skin. His cock thickened, pulsing and immediately easing the ache she had carried since this morning.
Her hands scratched for purchase on the velvety furs. Everything burned. This must have been what hell felt like. The eternal flames of the afterlife licked at her spine, corrupted by the demon she willingly gave herself to.
Needy, whimpered moans spilled from her as he moved with devastating precision, thrusting into her with relentless need.
Each snap of his hips coiled the tension in her belly tighter and tighter, the heat in her limbs threatening to consume her until only ash remained.
“Greedy, needy flame. Just how I love you. Desperate and squeezing my cock.”
An inhuman sound was her only response, completely lost to him. He moved with the primal fury of a warrior who had captured his prey.
“Mine,” he growled, pulling hard on the necklace, making her back arch and present the creamy column of her throat to him. “Come for me, kona. Scream my name to the gods.”
“Njáll,” she shouted, unable to deny him anything. “Please. Please.Please.”
All the gods surely heard her.
The tension built quickly, almost unbearable.
Heat and mist and magic flared, her seiðr reacting to each punishing thrust from her mate, the one she was bound to.
It sparked at her fingertips and glittered around her curls.
“That’s it. So good. So good,” he rasped, his thumb finding her clit and stroking it.
Elara cried out, clenching so hard around him that her entire body convulsed with the sensation. Her limbs trembled and her mind dissolved into pure light, floating somewhere between worlds.
Njáll roared, releasing the necklace and digging his nails into her hips until the skin was bruised. Hot ropes of his spend filled her as he twitched and swelled, his teeth buried in her throat.
Only the sound of the mingled, panting breaths filled the space. Their sweat-slicked bodies combined as Njáll murmured Norse words into her skin.
Slowly, he slipped out of her, his seed coating her thighs.
Elara made to lie down, trying to tug him with her when he refused to move. A steel arm banded around her middle, forcing her to stay with her knees and breasts pushed into the furs now soaked with their sweat and combined release.
“Not yet, kona. I must clean you first.”
“What? Njáll what are y?—”
