Horror. That one will be hard to work through. Because I’m mated to two monsters.
The water splashes behind me and I spin to see Wregen, naked and covered in blood, stalking toward me.
Throwing my hands over my bare chest, I drop deeper into the waves he’s creating. “What the fuck are you doing here?” I hiss.
He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t even slow. Instead, his cool gaze grows hot as it leaves my face, slowly traveling down my naked body. And this fucking water, that helped me feel clean and hopeful a moment ago, closes in like a shroud, reminding me that I’ve been buried alive with my personal demon.
“What. The. Fuck. Are you doing here?” I demand, drawing his hungry leer back up to my face.
“I found myself bored with the male,” he tells me with a shrug, “knowing that your naked body awaited me here.”
“I’m not waiting for you, you bastard,” I snap. “Go away. Let me bathe in peace.”
He closes the distance between us before I can move out of the way, grasping my wrists and lifting them over my head with one hand as the other clasps the front of my throat, squeezing nearly hard enough to stop my breath.
A spear of pure need shoots from my neck down my body, setting me on fire everywhere it goes. My pussy erupts, demanding attention, because as horrific as this male is, he’s my mate. And the bond wants us to fuck.
Still, I can’t let that unholy connection take me someplace I refuse to go. I twist, trying to break Wregen’s grip, but his hands are steel clamps, unmoving. He watches me, eyes sparkling with some emotion that feels like mirth, as I struggle to get away from him. After a minute or more, a corner of his lips lifts—like he finds my fight amusing—drawing a snarl from me. He squeezes harder, catching my growl in my throat as he stops my breath.
So I give up. For now.
“You haven’t admitted it yet, even to yourself,” he murmurs when I stop fighting, “but you’re always waiting for me. My body calls to you, as yours does to me. You’ll never feel complete, except when I’m by your side.” I bite my lower lip, some broken part of me desperate for his kiss, and his gaze drops to my mouth as his smile broadens. “And you’ll crave my touch every single day of your life.”
With Wregen’s cocky claim still echoing in my thoughts, he releases my neck and plunges that hand down, running his fingers along the pussy that would be dripping wet with my desire if we weren’t surrounded by water. I snap my teeth shut as I try again to squirm away from him, but I can’t stop the whimper that fills the air between us, louder than any words.
“You want this as much as me, mate,” he mutters as one finger plunges inside me, quickly joined by another. The smile that consumes his face is somehow cold and hot at the same time. He’s an emotionless prick, but feeling me for the first time turns the spark in his eyes into an inferno. It’s almost as fierce as the one blazing inside me.
I want to fight him off. Ineedto fight him off.
But I can’t.
It only takes a few seconds of his fingers pumping in and out of me for my body to respond, demanding more. The moan that spills out of me is guttural, full of pain and rage and horror and disgust. Mostly, though, it’s full of lust. It drowns outthe other emotions, trapping me in the hunger for him I’ve been trying to ignore—to suffocate—since I first saw him in Helheim.
“Come for me, my ferocious skjaldmær,” Wregen murmurs into my ear, dragging another whimper from me. “Let me feel your pussy clench around me, claim the hand that belongs to you.”
When he curls his fingers and hits me in just the right spot—like he’s been fucking me for years and knows exactly what to do—I come undone. The orgasm erupts, twisting my body as he continues to pump, roughly now. It feels like he’s angry I came, or maybe it’s that I came so quickly. I’m shivering with a release I needed more than I’ll ever admit even as I squirm away, the pace of his frantic fingers splashing over me like a bucket of snow.
My teeth snap shut, reality sucking away every ounce of pleasure, as I look at him. His arrogant, cruel smirk drenches the few embers still flaring inside me. And I find the strength to rip my wrists from his grasp, falling backwards as I put distance between us.
“Leave me alone,” I whisper, my chest collapsing when I realize what I did.
That I wanted it as much as him.
He knows it too, the bastard. His smirk stays in place as he lifts his fingers and licks them, before sucking them into his mouth with a lowhmmm. “Even this water couldn’t cleanse your taste from my touch,” he murmurs as his free hand wraps around his cock, drawing my gaze down to him.
I can’t stop my eyes from flaring wide as I watch him stroke his enormous shaft. Another shiver ripples through me and I force myself to look up, sneering at him. “If you ever do something like that again, I’ll kill you,” I snarl as I push myself through the water and away from him. “You won’t even see me coming.”
“Stop lying to yourself,” he growls, one hand still rippling the water’s surface as he works on the orgasm he intends to claim for himself. “We both know you wanted my fingers to fuck you. That you want my cock deep inside that needy cunt of yours. If I have to force you to admit it to yourself, I will. Because Finaan,” he calls as I turn away, drawing my gaze back toward him, “I’m not a patient elf. Make no mistake.”
“I know exactly who and what you are,” I scoff as I give him my back and stride toward the shore. “That won’t ever happen again. If you try to force me, I’ll do what you did to those wraiths in Helheim—take your cock bit by bit.”
“I knew you wanted my cock,” he responds with a laugh from behind me.
I don’t turn around or respond. Nothing I would say matters.
When I reach the shore, I grab my clothes and stalk further into the cavern, not bothering to get dressed yet. The less time for Wregen to ogle me, the better.
But I forgot about Svend.
