My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 145

Irina

He dragged me down another hallway and shoved open a heavy set of double doors. The freezing night air hit my face instantly. We stepped out onto a wide stone balcony overlooking the lower courtyard of the keep.

The noise was deafening. Massive, roaring firepits cast the entire courtyard in a violent, flickering orange glow.

He released my wrist and stepped directly behind me. His heavy hands clamped down firmly on my shoulders, forcing me to stand near the stone railing and look over the edge.

"Look at them," he commanded right by my ear.

I looked down into the courtyard, and my breath completely left my lungs.

It was an absolute, unrestrained spectacle of raw, primal sex. There were easily over a hundred wolves down there. The vast majority of them were completely naked, their clothes discarded in the snow or thrown over the wooden tables.

Right below the balcony, bathed in the firelight, a massive warrior had a woman pinned back against a heavy oak table. He had her legs hooked completely over his broad shoulders. He was pounding into her with a brutal, relentless rhythm, his hips snapping forward in a blur. The woman had her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his face down so she could bite viciously at his neck. I could hear the wet, heavy slapping sounds of their bodies colliding, perfectly in time with the drums.

I gripped the stone railing, my knuckles turning white.

My eyes darted across the crowd. Everywhere I looked, people were fucking. A few yards away from the table, two men were tangled together on a pile of thick furs in the snow, one driving himself deep into the other from behind while the bottom man threw his head back and let out a loud, guttural moan into the freezing air. Near one of the firepits, a woman was completely naked, straddling the lap of a seated warrior, riding his cock aggressively while another man stood behind her, his hands gripping her breasts as he kissed the side of her neck.

It was pure, uncensored pornography playing out in real life. It was dirty, it was wet, and it was completely unapologetic. There were no closed doors. There was no shame. If someone wanted someone, they grabbed them, threw them down, and took them while the rest of the pack cheered or ignored them entirely.

My southern upbringing was screaming at me. Every single etiquette lesson, every rule of propriety I had ever been taught demanded that I turn around, cover my eyes, and vomit in disgust. It was vile. They were acting like dogs in heat.

But my body was betraying me completely.

My mouth was bone dry, but between my legs, the heavy ache had turned into a frantic, pulsing throb. The slick was literally seeping out of me, soaking the thin silk of my panties and running slowly down the inside of my thighs. I felt the wet friction every time I shifted my weight. My nipples were completely hard, painfully sensitive against the tight constraints of my corset.

It didn’t matter that I had just fucked useless Torin not so long. I was horny.

I watched a woman take a thick, heavy cock directly into her mouth near the stairs, and my mind instantly imagined the physical weight of it. I watched the muscles flex on the backs of these massive northern men as they claimed their partners, and all I wanted was for one of them to pin me down and tear my expensive dress to shreds.

"You hate it," the warrior behind me whispered. His chest pressed flush against my back. I felt the steady, heavy thud of his heart against my spine.

"It's disgusting," I managed to say. My voice sounded weak and breathless. It was a complete lie, and we both knew it.

"Then why are you shivering?" he asked.

He moved his hands from my shoulders. He slowly slid his massive palms down the sides of my ribcage. The contrast was mind-blowing. His hands were incredibly rough, covered in thick callouses likely from handling weapons, dragging slowly over the finest, smoothest silk woven in Valdris.

I let out a shaky breath, letting my head drop back slightly against his chest.

He gripped my hips. His thumbs dug firmly into the tight fabric of my corset.

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