My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 80

Sera

I hated the fact that I had to come here.

I walked down the freezing, dimly lit stone corridor of the guest wing. My boots hit the floorboards with a heavy, rhythmic thud. The adrenaline from the council chamber was still surging violently through my veins. My hands were completely steady, but my chest felt incredibly tight.

I had just told Fenris we needed to execute one of his elders and cover it up. I had looked at Kael bleeding out on the floor, his neck snapped and his bone sticking out of his throat, and I had formulated a plan to make him disappear. I never imagined I would need to ask my mother for help. I certainly never imagined I would need her to commit an atrocity.

But I needed her. She was the only one who could make my idea actually work.

I reached the heavy oak door of her guest chamber. The two Valdris guards who usually stood outside her room were gone. Torin had likely dismissed them to maintain privacy. I didn't care. I didn't knock. I reached out, grabbed the cold iron latch, and pushed the heavy door open.

My nose caught the smell before my eyes fully registered the room.

It hit me instantly. The sharp, heavy stench of sweat, friction, and raw sex completely overpowered the smell of the woodsmoke from the hearth.

My heart did a sharp leap against my ribs. I stepped into the room and stopped dead in my tracks.

My mother was bent entirely forward over the edge of the large wooden bed. Her expensive southern silk dress was shoved all the way up her back, gathered in a messy bunch between her shoulder blades. Her bare ass was completely on display. Her legs were spread wide apart, her knees braced against the edge of the mattress.

Lord Torin stood directly behind her. His dark trousers were pushed down around his knees. He was gripping my mother's bare hips with both of his hands, his fingers digging hard into her pale flesh. He drove his hips forward, thrusting his thick cock completely inside her cunt.

The wet, loud slap of his groin hitting her ass echoed sharply in the quiet room.

"Fuck," Torin groaned. His voice was thick and breathless.

My mother let out a loud, ragged moan. She pushed her ass backward to meet his thrust, her fingers gripping the thick furs on the bed tightly.

They didn't even notice the heavy iron door open. They were completely consumed by the physical act. Torin pulled his hips back and slammed into her again. The heavy wooden bed frame creaked loudly in protest.

I stared at them. Absolute disgust washed over me like a bucket of freezing water. This was the woman who had lectured me about southern decorum. This was the woman who looked at my dark northern clothes with pure revulsion just yesterday.

"Mother," I said. My voice was loud, cold, and entirely flat.

The reaction was instantaneous.

Torin froze completely. He let out a panicked gasp, his eyes snapping toward the open doorway. He saw me standing there. He yanked his hips backward, pulling his cock out of my mother with a loud, wet sound. He stumbled back, his boots getting caught in his lowered trousers. He nearly fell backward onto the stone floor as he scrambled frantically to pull his pants up over his hips.

My mother let out a sharp cry of shock. She dropped to her knees on the floor, immediately reaching back to pull her silk dress down over her exposed thighs. She kept her face hidden, staring at the floorboards, her shoulders shaking violently.

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