My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 130

Fenris

"Fuck me."

She said it loud enough for the front rows to hear. The words cut sharp and clean through the freezing northern air. She reached down, her hands gripping the dark, heavy spider-wool of her dress right at the thigh slits. She didn't hesitate. She didn't look back to gauge my reaction. With one violent, completely unashamed motion, she pulled the entire garment straight up and bunched it tightly around her waist.

Even with the cold outside, she didn't shiver. She didn't flinch. Her ass was completely bare. The pale, smooth skin of her thighs and cheeks stood out sharply against the black fabric gathered in her fists. She shifted her weight on the stone altar, adjusting her stance, and spread her legs just a fraction wider.

It was a minute shift, but it was enough. From where I stood, right behind her, I had a clear, brutally unobstructed view. The slight parting of her thighs exposed the plump, pink lips of her cunt. I could see the damp shine of her wetness catching the flickering orange light of the courtyard torches. A thick drop of slick gathered at the bottom of her split, clinging to her flesh for a heavy second before gravity pulled it down toward the dark cleft of her ass. The freezing air made the swollen outer folds tighten slightly, revealing the hard, sensitive little nub of her clit tucked at the top.

My mouth went completely dry. My throat clicked loudly as I swallowed. Blood rushed straight to my groin, a heavy, rapid surge that violently strained the thick leather of my trousers. My wolf clawed frantically at the inside of my ribs, a primal, roaring demand to mount her. I wanted to step forward, grab her by those pale, curved hips, pull her back against my thighs, and bury my cock deep inside her wet pussy right there on the frozen stone. It was the law. The ritual demanded a public claiming. Ancestors before me had spilled blood and seed on this exact altar.

But my boots stayed glued to the frost. My hands remained locked at my sides. I couldn't lift them.

"When exactly are you going to fuck her?"

The voice came from my left.

I didn't blink. I kept my eyes locked on the slick, pink flesh between Sera's thighs. The roaring of the pack around the courtyard instantly turned into a dull, muffled static, like I had been plunged underwater.

"Fenris," the voice said again, closer this time. The distinct crunch of boots on packed snow accompanied it. "I asked you a question."

I slowly turned my head.

Dimitri stood three feet away in the same dark leather chest piece he died in. He looked entirely solid. He kicked a chunk of ice near the toe of my boot, then shoved both of his hands deep into the pockets of his trousers. He tilted his head, looking past me directly at Sera's exposed ass, then looked back up at me.

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