My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 91

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Sera

“I feel like a fraud.”

I didn't move. I watched his broad shoulders tense under his tunic.

"I am the Alpha of this pack," Fenris continued, his voice thick with a heavy, suffocating torment. "I am sitting on a throne I never wanted. I am wearing my dead brother's clothes. I am executing his elders."

He looked back up at me. His pale grey eyes were completely flooded with guilt.

"And I am looting what belongs to him," Fenris said. "Dimitri drafted that treaty. He bought you. He was supposed to build a future with you. When I stand in the same room with you, it feels like an absolute betrayal. It feels like I am digging up his grave and stealing the only piece of his legacy he left behind."

He clenched his massive hands into fists at his sides. The leather bracers on his forearms creaked under the strain.

"But every time I look at you," Fenris whispered, his voice cracking slightly, "it becomes completely impossible to ignore you. I want you so badly it makes my teeth ache. I want to lock this door and never let you walk out."

He was drowning in it. The loyalty to his dead brother and the violent, primal biology of the mate bond were ripping him apart from the inside.

I didn't offer a polite southern comfort. I didn't tell him it was okay.

I closed the distance. I grabbed the thick lapels of his tunic in both of my hands and pulled him down to my level.

I kissed him.

I opened my mouth and kissed him with every ounce of the unyielding want I felt. I pushed my tongue past his teeth. I tasted his sharp intake of breath.

Fenris completely snapped.

The guilt shattered. The restraint he had been holding onto for days vanished in a single, violent second.

He let out a deep, guttural growl that vibrated straight through my chest. His massive hands dropped to the back of my thighs. He gripped the leather of my pants and hoisted me straight up off the stone floor.

I gasped into his mouth, instinctively wrapping my legs tightly around his thick waist.

He didn't break the kiss. He carried me backward across the room. My back slammed hard against the edge of his heavy oak desk. The impact knocked the breath out of my lungs, but his mouth was still completely locked onto mine. He devoured my mouth. His tongue stroked aggressively against mine, mimicking the heavy, downward thrust of his hips against my center.

The physical weight of him was terrifying and completely intoxicating.

He tore his mouth away from mine. He buried his face in the crook of my neck. His teeth scraped roughly against my pulse point, right over my collarbone.

"Sera," Fenris groaned. The sound was pure, unfiltered need.

His large hands moved from the back of my thighs to the front of my pants. He grabbed the thick leather laces securing the sides of my trousers. He didn't untie them. He just pulled. The thick leather cords snapped instantly under his sheer strength.