My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 60

Sera

Fenris stopped. His hand froze against my chest. He looked up from my skin and met my eyes.

His grey irises were almost completely swallowed by blown, black pupils. The predator was right at the surface, fighting against the iron bars of his control.

"You burned through your reserves," he said, his voice dropping an octave into a rough, vibrating growl. "You used the forced healing."

"I had to," I whispered. My chest rose and fell rapidly under his hand.

"I know."

He slowly dragged the cloth down my ribs, tracing the deep, purple bruising where Taya had kicked me. He was incredibly careful not to press too hard, but the sheer size of his hands made me feel completely engulfed.

He washed my flat stomach. The wet heat of the cloth sent another wave of intense arousal crashing through my system. My core clenched hard. I was suddenly, desperately wet.

The scent of my arousal bloomed into the room. I could smell my own arousal in the room, it incredibly potent, slicing right through the metallic smell of blood and the woodsmoke from the hearth.

Fenris inhaled sharply. His nostrils flared. I watched the thick cords of his throat strain as he swallowed hard.

He rinsed the cloth one more time. He moved to my legs. He washed the dirt from my shins, dragging the hot linen up over my knees. He reached my left thigh, where the muscle was deeply bruised and swollen. He washed the blood from the skin, his hand moving higher.

He washed the inside of my right thigh.

His knuckles brushed against the edge of my black cotton underwear. The heat radiating from his hand was absolute agony. I squeezed my eyes shut. I wanted him to drop the rag. I wanted his massive hands to grip my hips. I wanted him to push my thighs apart and bury himself inside me until the pain in my bones completely disappeared.

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