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47 Fuck Me 

Sera 

Mina stood up. She walked over and pulled it open. 

Lord Torin stood in the hallway. Two Valdris guards stood directly behind him, their hands resting on their sword hilts. Torin looked at Mina with obvious disgust before his eyes found me sitting on the floor with grease coating my fingers. 

“Princess Seraphina,” Torin said. His voice was hard and commanding. “Get up. You are returning to the guest wing.” 

I stayed on the floor. “I am staying here.” 

“Your mother is highly distressed,” Torin said. “King Aldric instructed me to ensure your safety. You will not participate in this barbaric duel tomorrow. I am forbidding it on behalf of the Valdris crown.” 

“You do not forbid anything in my fortress.” 

The voice came from the dark shadows of the hallway. 

Torin flinched. He spun around. 

Fenris stepped into the torchlight. He wore his dark fighting leathers, smelling of pine and cold iron. He looked massive next to the southern guards, his broad shoulders taking up half the corridor. 

“Alpha Volkov,” Torin said. He tried to keep his voice steady. He failed. “The King-” 

“The King is hundreds of miles away,” Fenris cut him off. His voice was a low, vibrating growl. “Sera is my mate. She is Ironmaw. Her fights are Ironmaw business. You will go back to your room. You will shut your mouth. If you attempt to give an order in my territory again, I will remove your tongue.” 

Torin went completely pale. He looked at Fenris, then glanced at his two guards. The guards were staring at the floor. They didn’t want any part of this. 

Torin gave a stiff, jerky nod. He turned and walked quickly down the hall. The guards followed close behind him, their armor clanking in the quiet corridor. 

Fenris stepped into the room. He looked at Mina. 

“Leave us,” he said. 

Mina didn’t argue. She slipped past him and closed the door. The iron latch clicked into place. 

We were alone. 

I was still sitting on the floor. I looked up at him. The air in the room instantly felt thicker. The raw, heavy tension from the breakfast table came rushing back, suffocating and hot. The bond hummed loudly in my chest, a physical vibration against my ribs. 

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Fenris walked toward me. He stopped right in front of me and crouched down until his knee touched the 

floorboards. 

“Stand up,” he said. 

I pushed myself up. My legs were steady now. The dense food had done its job. He stood up with me. We were inches apart. I had to tilt my head back to look at his face. 

“Show me the wounds,” he said. 

“They are healed,” I said. 

“Show me.” 

I swallowed. My throat was tight. I reached down, grabbed the hem of my tunic, and pulled it up to my bra line. I exposed my stomach and my ribs. The skin was pale. There was no bruising left from Yvara’s punch, and no cut on my bicep. Just smooth skin. 

Fenris looked down. He reached out. His hand was huge, casting a shadow across my torso. His 

calloused fingers brushed against my bare stomach. 

My breath hitched. The touch sent a violent, electric spark straight down to my core. My thighs clamped together. I wanted to step into him. I wanted to push my hips directly against his. 

He traced the spot where Yvara had hit me. His skin was rough and hot against mine. It felt deliberate. It felt entirely possessive. 

“You used the forced healing,” he said. His voice was a low rumble that I felt in the soles of my feet. 

“Three times,” I said. I struggled to keep my voice even. “Yvara said that was my limit.” 

“She is right. Do not use it again tonight.” He moved his hand up. His thick fingers grazed my lower ribs, tracing the bone. He stopped just below the wire of my bra. My nipples tightened instantly, pressing hard against the fabric. 

I knew he could smell the arousal on me. The heavy, sweet scent was filling the room, mixing with the smell of the roasted meat. He stepped closer. His solid chest brushed against my knuckles where I held 

my shirt up. 

“You need your energy for tomorrow,” he said. 

“I know,” I breathed. 

I didn’t care about tomorrow right now. I just wanted his hands on me. I wanted him to push me 

backward onto the mattress. I wanted his heavy weight pinning me down. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and ruin me. 

“Fuck me.” 

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