I don’t look away. All I can do is watch Olafr’s human watch me. But then the bed depresses and FJ moves swiftly between us.
“Olafr,” he says over our shared mind link. “Brother, can you hear me?”
No answer.
FJ seems to try again in a way I can’t hear—over their brothers’ link maybe, but I can tell it’s not working. The lights are off inside Olafr’s head. His wolf is totally gone.
“Shit of the swine,” FJ hisses across our link. I guess that’s what passes for cussing in Old Norse.
Then he opens a drawer on the nearest nightstand and fishes out a pair of handcuffs. I look from him to the handcuffs and back again, trying to imagine why on earth he just happens to have a pair of these in his bedroom.
“Tu’s fenrir did give me these should Olafr’s human prove too difficult to control,” he explains when he sees my bug-eyed look. “I had hoped Olafr’s time with you would give him the control he needs to mate with you again but I—”
FJ’s spoken words fade into background noise when an image suddenly rams itself into my head. It’s of me, glowing with near ethereal beauty. Olafr is mounted on top of me. Fucking me hard, his teeth clamped into my shoulder as he thrusts into me…
I try to tune back in to what FJ is saying.
“—and has never known another woman. He may look the man, but he is like a boy who cannot yet control his beast.”
Okay, well I’m not sensing anything childlike about Olafr right now. The picture of him fucking me is so clear inside of my mind, it feels like it’s real. Not a memory. Not a fantasy. Something else. Like a video being played just for me.
I blink as the realization of what this is clicks on like the security lights in front of the Detroit kingdom house.
It’s Olafr. He’s the one doing this. His wolf clearly knows how to communicate in a sophisticated fashion, but his human doesn’t. So instead of words, he’s sending me images. Like a freaking caveman.
Tentatively, I push a picture back at him. Of me petting him. Hugging him to me as I stroke a hand over his amber dreads.
Olafr blinks, temporarily distracted. But his answering image isn’t nearly as sweet. We’re back in mini-porno land again. And he’s fucking me while I pet his hair.
Oh my…
“Go now, Varra,” FJ says grimly. “Move very slowly from this bed and hie away quickly to the indoor toilet pit. I will try to hold him back until you are safe—”
But at that moment, it becomes clear FJ’s escape plan is not going to work. Because I smell my now familiar heat scent punch its way into the room. Oh no!
Everything happens quickly after that. The sharp sound of cracking wood splits the air, and in a quick flash, Olafr is leaping towards me.
Before I can so much as pull my knees out from under me, he has tackled me and I’m flung face forward onto my stomach. His large body is on top of me, his dick pushing into my wet passage.
“No! No, Olafr!” I say, and in a flash of desperation I push an image into his head of me crying into the pillow after he first claimed me.
Olafr stills on top of me and raises up on his knees, which gives me some breathing room. But from the corner of my eye, I see FJ slowly moving toward him with the cuffs.
“No,” I say to him privately. “Let me talk to him, FJ.”
FJ stops but I can hear the grimness in his voice when he answers over our private link, “I would not have you hurt again.”
“I know you wouldn’t,” I answer. “But I don’t think his human wants to hurt me. I think he’s confused and out of his mind with lust.”
I can’t say I blame the dude. With my heat scent so thick in the air, my own body is screaming at me to shut the hell up and let Olafr fuck me like a caveman. Now.
But I can’t let that happen. If Olafr’s wolf learns his human has lost control with me again, he’ll never forgive himself.
And as strange as it sounds, I’m more worried about him than I am about me right now. He was incredibly upset with himself when he claimed me that first time, so I can’t even imagine what his wolf would do if it happened again. Possibilities both tragic and macabre rush through my mind.
Nope. Not gonna happen.
I turn my head slightly so I can see Olafr on his knees behind me, and I once again send him an image of how not cool our first mating was, with me crying out in pain and his looking all sorts of apologetic afterwards. I shake my head and say, “Olafr, please…”
Then I send an image of him on his back.
He grunts and places his hands beneath me and clumsily flips me over. I now know what a rag doll must feel like in the hands of an overgrown child.
Above us I hear a stream of what I can only assume are angry Old Norse curse words.
“FJ, don’t interfere,” I warn, even as Olafr falls back on top of me, his huge cock smashing against my core.
“Varra…” FJ says, his voice full of warning.
“No!” I shout at both him and Olafr. But with Olafr, I wrap my legs around his waist and squeeze hard. “No! You stop right now.”
That seems to do the trick. He once again pauses, and I can see from the expression on his face that I’ve both startled and confused him. I use his confused lag time to my advantage, squeezing my legs around his waist to keep him as “right there” as I can given the huge difference in strength between us.
Then I pet him. Just pet him. Like we’re in the snow outside the clinic again after his wolf did what it had to do to keep from hurting me.
Yes, he’s my mate in human form, not my wolf pet. But it’s clear he doesn’t care much about that distinction because he almost immediately leans into my hand, running his nose up my arm as I stroke his rough dreadlocks. And I feel his hard body softening into mine.
It’s difficult to see anything beyond Olafr from my new vantage point, but my hearing still works just fine and FJ’s Old Norse swine-bombs come to an abrupt stop.
Though I’m not sure how much Olafr’s human can understand, I whisper out loud, “You can have me. I want you to claim me. But it needs to be like this…”
I let my legs fall from around his waist and flash him an image in which he removes himself from me and lies back down in a prone position on the bed.
Another long pause and then his weight lifts.
Olafr’s human awkwardly crawls to the empty space beside me and rests his back against the pillows, just as I showed him. He looks seriously confused but at least I have his cooperation.
I quickly scramble between his legs, reaching down to take his huge cock in my hand...only to realize I have no clue what to do now.
Great. I knew I should have watched more porn. I’d at least have some idea how to proceed from here. But there was always another game to program. And sex was never on my radar. Nothing interpersonal was, really, unless I could program it.
“Um…FJ,” I say, feeling like a 200 on the 100-point “How Much More Awkward Can This Situation Get” scale. “You need to walk me through this. And fast before he goes all Incredible Hulk on me again. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
A heavy pause. And then he says, “Take him into your mouth, taking care not to use your teeth.”
Well, here goes nothing.
I open wide and gingerly place Olafr’s huge member between my open lips, then I bob my head, instinctively suckling as I run my mouth up and down his dick. He immediately seizes up, his abs bunching as he throws back his head.
“Like this?” I ask FJ, using our mind link for obvious reasons.
“Yes, Varra,” FJ replies as if from a great distance, even though he’s inside my head. “You do it well. Too well…”
He breaks off, and I sense FJ moving a little farther from the bed.
“You are too tempting to me in this moment, Varra. Now must I take myself in my hand so as keep my wolf from claiming you from behind as you attend my brother in this way.”
I can almost see FJ working himself as he watches us, and that image does something to me. A fresh wave of my heat releases into the air and Olafr yells out when I suck him even harder.
But FJ keeps going. “Now would I have you take him by the base of his manroot. Use your hand to stroke there while your mouth upon him sucks.”
I follow FJ’s instructions to the letter and soon feel Olafr’s hands in my yarn locs, pushing my head down as he pushes more of himself into my mouth. I choke, my gag reflex triggering. But his hands are so strong, I can’t get away.
Cold panic starts to douse my heat state, but then an idea comes to me. I send him a quick image of how this feels for me. And his hands immediately fall away. I take the opportunity to sit back and study him, his dick shiny with my saliva. Okay, heat switch totally flipped back on.
“FJ, I think…he’s ready,” I say, feeling more sultry than I ever would have thought possible just a couple of days ago.
“Yea, Varra, I believe this also. Take care.”
It feels like he wishing me well before a long trip, and I do feel like some sort of sex pioneer as I climb on top of him. Once positioned, I place a knee on either side of his large body, and send him an image asking that he stay completely still, no matter what.
He responds with a low grunt which I interpret to mean, “Me Olafr, you woman. Fuck now.” But I’ve gotten this far…
With a huge gulp and a seriously epic leap of courage, I guide his enormous erection toward my entrance. Not gonna lie. What I’m doing feels like a whole lot of crazy. He’s huge.
I have to take a moment to remind myself that he fit in there before, and unless I’ve mysteriously shrunk in size, he’ll most likely fit again.
“It’s okay. It’s okay,” I say aloud to both of us as I rise up above his dick and slowly lower myself down.
My slick walls part and begin to take in his ginormous erection. I’m moving at an incredibly slow pace, pushing then pausing then pushing again, not wanting to feel the tearing sensation from our first time together.
But the pain never comes. It does feel a bit like I’m being stretched to my outer limits. But the heat pouring out of me mixed with what remains of his brother’s cum makes things almost ridiculously easy this time.
Before I know it, I feel his balls pressed up against the outside of my mound. I’ve gone as far as I can go.
I place one hand on his chest and stroke his dreadlocks with the other, reassuring him…and me. Then I start moving.
I am not at all confident about how this will pan out and I hold my breath, wondering what will happen next. Will he lose control again? Flip me over and fuck me the way he wanted to?
But Olafr only stares, his gray human eyes wide with wonder. Maybe he’s as baffled as I am and doesn’t know what to do in this position. So I send him a picture of what he should do now…
He begins moving inside me, tentative and extremely slow at first, which might have been frustrating with another guy or even FJ. But it feels just right given Olafr’s size. My body has more time to adjust to his thrusts, to get used to have something so large stroking inside of me.
And my heart begins to relax little.
“Good,” I tell him. “Good.”
And then I kiss him. Pressing my lips to his the way FJ kissed me on that bench—can it really have been only a few days ago?
At first, the kiss goes just as you might expect. It is, after all, his first kiss—at least I assume it is—and I’m not exactly the world’s foremost expert on kissing. So yeah, it’s awkward as hell. Smashed lips, clinking teeth, crushed noses, tongues just flying all over the place. It’s the complete opposite of the slow jam kiss FJ gave me.
But then it gets better. Much, much better. Olafr’s human is a fast learner. He swirls his tongue around mine and then ropes the kiss into our sex, driving in and out of me below as his tongue plunges in and out of my mouth.
Pretty soon I’m the one who starts to lose control.
“Yes, Olafr, fuck me! Oh God, fuck me like that. Yes!” I cry, unable to stop myself from yelling things I’d never imagined could come out of my mouth.
At one point my head falls away from our kiss because I’m so overcome with pleasure, but he simply pulls me back. Yanking me down to his mouth by my hair so he can kiss me more.
I can feel more and more heat flooding through my pussy. The harder he tugs my hair, shoving into me with ferocious grunts against my lips, the more heat my body releases.
The fullness of him inside me, his strong body rippling beneath me, and oh God, his soft lips plunder my mouth like he’s digging for gold—well, I don’t last very long.
I come apart in a cacophony of neon lights that sends my mind straight into screensaver mode. Because let me tell you, there is just not enough processing power in the world to deal with someone like Olafr doing something like this to someone like me.
My orgasm, however, signals the end to any cool he managed to achieve during that kiss.
My human animal yells out, his thrust losing all sense as he rocks into me. Soon I feel the release of his seed and then he begins to swell. The knot—well, I forgot about the knot. It’s so damn big. I can feel it stretching me out even more, grazing against a secret, sensitive place deep in my pussy. Oh God, oh God, oh—
I scream.
And it’s not a sexy scream, but a scream-scream. The second orgasm comes on so strong, it feels like my vagina is being ripped apart by a big, scary pleasure monster. One who could really care less whether or not I survive to tell the tale.
But I do and eventually return to earth. The first thing I become conscious of is the sound of someone’s—a man’s—voice.
It’s Olafr, happily muttering out loud with his eyes closed, his accent so thick and deep, I can’t tell which side of him is doing the talking—wolf or human?
“Varra…Varra…Varra…” he says, petting me like I pet him.
He says it over and over until he finally dozes off.
As for me, I can feel the hormone-laced sleep tug on my eyes while my pussy busily milks his dick. I desperately need sleep, too, but there’s no way I can get comfortable in my current position. I can’t stretch out on top of him because I’ve got to keep my legs bent at both his sides in order to make room for his girth.
So in the end, I have to scoot my butt up in the air so I’m in a modified yogic resting position. It’s not exactly what I had in mind but I make it work. I mean, what other options do I have seeing as how I’m currently locked down with him until we unknot again? With an exhausted but contented sigh, I turn to rest my head on his massive chest…
And see FJ, who I completely forgot about. He’s much further from the bed now, but nowhere near out of eye range. His eyes are closed, and he seems to be in some sort of standing meditation. But judging from the size of his no-longer flaccid cock, he saw and very much enjoyed the show.
I open my mind to say something, but his tense voice stops me.
“Do not speak,” he says aloud. “You are weak with mating and must rest. It be not wise for me to mount you in this state, no matter how I wish it. I must…focus.”
He stops and his teeth flash white in the darkening room, as if he’s bearing down against his wolf. Then he repeats, “I cannot mount you” between clenched teeth. His chest shakes with what looks like a ferocious battle between wolf and man. “You are not yet ready for two at the same time.”
I don’t know what scares me more. The fact that FJ, who I thought had more control over his wolf than any shifter I’ve ever met, is having to fight so hard with his wolf to keep from climbing on top of my now exposed backside…
…or the fact that he said, “yet.”