Chapter 121
Chapter 121
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An achey feeling settles in my chest at Ragnar’s words. It’s so familiar that for a moment, I don’t think it’s coming from him. It makes me realize that I’m very selfish, despite what others say. From the moment I found out we were fated, I never stopped to think that after all this time, Ragnar wasn’t just a mean little shit. He was lonely.
We didn’t bond the way we did because we were both wrong about the fate that was first promised. We sought what we craved in one another. Someone to see us for who we really are. He accepted that he would be the last of fate’s design for the Lycan race and carried it with him until the moment he was faced with a much crueller reality. One where everything he believed in was flipped upside down.
“Do you trust me?” I ask him.
“With my life,” he says without skipping a beat.
“Does it still hurt?” I ask, standing up to go around the small tea table.
For a moment, he looks confused and then his hand moves to his chest. He shakes his head, but I don’t believe him. He’s known for ignoring the pain. He thinks I don’t know that he’s been sneaking painkillers and ice packs every time we’re in the same room for days now. I reach for the hem of his t–shirt. He lets me pull it over his head. Just as I reach for the water in the electric kettle, I pause.
“It’s gone,” he says, looking down, equally surprised as I am.
He places his hand flat on his chest and looks up at me again. I reach out, placing my hand over the area where the scar had been to double–check. I trace the outline of the Viking marks that had covered the scar. It doesn’t glow or change as my fingers feel where it had been this morning. He stands up and moves to the mirror.
“That must have been what the scribes meant when they said the rest would be up to me. I honestly thought they were just a bunch of dusty ol-”
I take his hand and turn him back towards me. I jump up, wrapping myself around him, and press my lips to his to get him to shut the hell up. It catches him off guard because it’s usually him stealing kisses whenever the opportunity presents itself. I reach for him, taking as much as I want without feeling bad about him hurting. He snaps out of it and wraps his arms around my waist.
I feel how strong my connection with him is as I press myself against him so that my bare skin is touching his wherever it can. His kiss turns desperate as he realizes that he can take more than what he’s been settling for.
“I don’t know how you held back for so long,” I say, pushing him back to his lying on my bed. I straddle his waist without taking my hands off him. “Do you know what I am? Every part of me craves this. To touch you, to be touched by you. I’ve been in agony not being able to reach for you when you needed me.”
My hands slide up
his chest until they land around his neck. He doesn’t stop me as I lean in to kiss him again. His hands simply follow my lead. I hear my tank top rip before his hands move over my bare back, raising goosebumps in their trail.
The sound he makes as I kiss down his chin to his neck and his chest shoots right through me, hot and aching. I can feel how excited he is when I move to go lower. The moment my fingers graze the hem of his pjs, he sits up with his hand on my
wrist.
His eyes are pitch black, his breathing is labored, and for a moment, I think he’s forgotten where we are. His eyes scan the room before they land on me again.
“We don’t have to. It’s been a long night. You don’t have to do this if you’re-”
I kiss him again. He lifts me up and scoots us back so we’re up against all the pillows on my bed. His arms come around me
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as he tries to deepen the kiss.
“I want this, I reassure him. “I want you?
I lean back, looking down between us. I tug the string, and lean in to kiss him again when I slide my hand inside. His fingertips dig into my thighs. I pause, feeling him in my hand, hard and pulsing
“What if I hurt you?” he groans. “You’re small. Soph-”
1 cover his mouth and stroke him. 1 reach for my shorts, but before I can get off him to take them off, he rips them apart for me. I admit that he’s a lot bigger than I expected, but if there is one thing that is true about omegas is that our prowless is boundless. My mouth is on his again before he can say anything else,
Preoccupied with my nakedness, he doesn’t catch the moment I lift my hips and position him at my entrance. He growls when I rock myself against him. I instantly feel relief as I lower my body, taking him inside of me nice and slow. My body is more than ready; it has been for a while. I’ve had to fight back my natural instincts from the moment I knew.
I wrap my are diggi
I can
around him and rock my hips to the sound of his heavy panting. His eyes are squeezed shut, and his fingers my hips. I pause when I’ve taken all of him inside of me. His breathing is ragged, and his body is trembling
e connection between us growing stronger. His emotions are still as gentle as the moment they rushed into me tonight. He’s trying to calm himself. I press my forehead to his, and his eyes snap open.
I can’t remember the last time I was seen before you,” I whisper. “I can’t remember the last time I wanted to do this without feeling like it was my obligation. Every fight, every tease, and the time we’ve spent together have led us here. I want all of you. Holding back has never been in your nature. Don’t start doing it now.”
His search my face for a moment before he grips my hips tighter. He lets out a low exhasperated growl. I cry out when he rocks my hips against him hard and picks up the speed. My lips meet his again, and I show him just how much I’ve wanted this and how much I want it now,
My instincts take over and meet his every thrust and movement, never wanting to stop. The moment I feel him tense up, I release everything I’ve been holding back for weeks. I break our kiss. He reaches to bring me back to him, but my body has a mind of its own.
I plant my hands firmly on his chest, and I push him back into the pillows. He trusts up into me, and just as he’s about to try to flip us around, my teeth sink into his shoulder in the exact same spot he marked me in. I cry out, feeling our bond explode as we bind ourselves to one another for the rest of our lives.
When I pull away to lick the wound, he buries his hand in my hair and pulls me back so that I’m looking down at him. His eyes are back to their pretty purple. He looks to be a little in shock. I can feel his blood dripping onto my chest as he wordlessly stares at me. He sits up, holding me in place as the part of me that now belongs to him surfaces completely.
Whispers, as if he can’t believe it himself.
“You love m
Ant I answer honestly. I laugh when he flips us over and pins me with my arms over my head. “I don’t think believed me if I told you. You didn’t believe me when I said I admired you as my King
pulls out, only to come back in. He rocks his hips. His hand wraps around my throat as his eyes darken again. omentum, lighting my entire body on fire. I can now feel him all around me. I reach out through our bond,
ing he is, and he seems to like how easily I can do it.
wls, leaning into me. He presses his lips to the mark on my neck, amplifying every touch that much more,
all mine.”
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
