Vindicated by Bella Klaus

Chapter Three

Fenrir smashed Grog’s lifeless head against the wall. I turned around to where he’d left Grog’s broken and burned body, two feet away from the daybed. The wolf corpse twitched once before falling still.

A huge breath gusted from my lungs, even though my wolf let out a mournful howl.

“He was going to kill us,”I said to her.

She whined with confusion, her ears drooping.

I was about to explain it to her when another spasm hit. This one brought a burst of heat that tore through me like a firestorm. Sweat broke out across every inch of my skin, and every nerve screamed with the need for his touch.

Gasping at the onslaught, I shuddered in Fenrir’s arms and clenched my teeth, but it had no effect. It was as though my body knew it was safe, and now wanted Fenrir to take care of my urgent need.

My nails dug into his muscular shoulders, and I stared up into his turquoise eyes. “Please,” I whispered. “I need you right now.”

Scowling, Fenrir swept his gaze across my body. “Not with that bastard’s blood on you.” He dropped the lupine head on the floor and slammed his foot into it, crunching several bones at once. “Let him try to rise with so many broken bones.”

Fenrir carried me to the bathroom, an all-black space from the floors to the walls to the ceiling. Even the tub was made from black granite and looked large enough to accommodate six. Right now, I wanted it filled with ice water and Fenrir filling me.

“Bath?” I whispered.

He placed me on the cool floor. “That will take too long.”

I squeezed my eyes closed, curled into a tight ball, and prayed for release. Cold water cascaded down on my body, soaked through my dress, and cooled the outer layer of my skin.

“That feels so good,” I said, my muscles loosening.

Fenrir knelt beside me, already shirtless, his blond curls darkened with the water and framing his handsome face.

My breath hitched.

Water ran down his alabaster skin, gathering in the dip of his collarbones and cascading down the sculpted muscles of his chest. I wasn’t sure if it was the shower, the haze of lust coloring my vision, or the fact that Fenrir had saved me from being plundered by Grog, but he looked majestic.

Even my heat paused for a moment to take in the vision of his glistening torso, how the rivulets streamed down the defined muscles of his abs, and how droplets formed on his golden treasure trail.

My lips parted with a soft, appreciative moan, and my mouth formed the words, “I need you.”

“I’m here.” He rolled me to my back, unfastened the tie of my dress, and pulled it open, laying me bare. As the water cooled, the furnace inside me continued to burn.

My wolf panted, seeming to have recovered from the destruction of Grog’s wolf. Perhaps I’d gotten her wrong this entire time. Perhaps she had wanted to kill him for herself. Hot, desperate need clouded my thoughts as Fenrir parted my thighs and stared down at my sex.

My gaze traveled down to the waistband of his pants. His erection strained through its leather fabric, the sight of it making my mouth water.

“Fenrir,” I said, my voice breathy.

“Forgive me, Lydia,” he murmured. “But I need to commit this moment to memory. Even for a second.”

Somehow, my body must have known what was about to happen because the heat flaring through it was an intense arousal instead of the usual pain. Maybe having the man I wanted close by was satisfying my mating urge. Maybe it was because he was the wolf god. Either way, the muscles that had tightened before relaxed in preparation for his body.

I reached for one of the hands on my knees and brushed against his thick fingers. “Nervous?”

His gaze burned through me with a force more intense than the heat. “Something was missing in my life from the moment I was born. Until this moment, I didn’t realize it was you.”

“That’s exactly how I feel.” I squeezed his hand. “This might not be the most romantic of situations, with us both covered in blood, but I’m glad we’re finally together.”

Fenrir leaned in and pressed a kiss on my inner thigh. With my body so hot and oversensitized, the touch of his lips felt like an electric shock. Pleasure zinged along my nerves and traveled across my skin, making me shudder.

His second kiss, combined with the cascade of cold water, eased my fever, and the third added to the slickness of my folds.

“Take off your pants.” I fumbled for his fly, my fingers brushing against the thick erection trapped beneath his waistband.

Fenrir hissed through his teeth. “You’re lucky my body knows it needs to provide for your heat, otherwise that touch would have had me cumming in my breeches.”

I giggled, my insides filling with joy. My fingers slipped and trembled over the wet buttons so much that Fenrir took pity on me and unfastened his fly.

As soon as the fabric parted, his thick length sprang free. Veins stood out across its impressive length, and its head was dark and bulbous with arousal. I licked my lips again, wanting a taste, but a rush of hot yearning focused my attention on my needy sex.

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

Fenrir groaned, his eyes glazing with lust. “I’ve got to taste you first.”

I gulped. “All right.”

He lowered his head and continued his path of kisses down my thigh. Each touch of his lips sent new explosions of pleasure across my core, but with every passing heartbeat, the heat intensified.

I was about to demand that he just fuck me right now, when his tongue slid down the entire length of my slit. Molten ecstasy spread across my belly, making the muscles of my legs convulse.

“Fenrir,” I said from between clenched teeth. “Hurry.”

His tongue flickered over my clit and lavished me with a pleasure that wrapped around my core like a flaming cobra.

My muscles trembled, and I convulsed on the floor and moaned. “Bloody hell.”

Fenrir’s groan sent pleasant vibrations across my sex, which reached the hot furnace deep within my core, making me yearn for more of his touch.

“Once more,” I said, trying not to sound pleading.

With a satisfied hum, Fenrir circled my nub with the flat of his tongue.

At that moment, I lost all sense of time, of space, of identity… I even lost sense of my wolf. A howling filled my ears, but I didn’t know if it was coming from me, from him, or from the chorus of wolves that dwelled in Fenrir’s lands. I was too far into the pleasure to care.

Fenrir parted my legs even further, picking up speed with his delicate strokes. “You taste so fucking good,” he moaned, his hot breath fanning over my folds. “I want you so much.”

I exhaled a shuddering breath, all notions of heat fading with the cool water, the intense pleasure, and Fenrir’s eager tongue. He ran tight circles over my throbbing clit, which felt twice its normal size.

My toes curled, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. Being with Fenrir shoved aside all memories of my one and only sexual experience with Beowulf and tossed it into the recycling bin. Right now, my entire existence coalesced into Fenrir, the love we shared, the pleasure he was giving me, and our happy future.

He kept me suspended on a tightrope of pleasure, lavishing me with languid licks that made my body shiver. The pleasure mounted, pushing away the intense heat until it reduced to the size of a pea.

I cried out, my legs twitching, my hips bucking, but Fenrir held me steady and quickened the movement of his tongue to rapid flicks that melted my insides to molten rapture.

“Please.” I thrashed my head from side to side. “Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he rumbled, his deep voice vibrating over my folds. “Not until you climax.”

“I need—” A bolt of pleasure cut off my voice.

“Tell me,” he growled.

My tongue darted to lick my dry lips, and I arched my back against the floor tiles. The water cascading on us cooled a little more, soothing my skin. “I need your fingers.”

“Anything for you.”

The pads of his fingertips circled my entrance, and I was sure I felt every ridge of this skin. I clenched my teeth as he slipped two fingers inside, and I tried to relax my muscles, but they were so busy twitching and spasming with need to remain calm.

Fenrir pushed his fingers into my hot channel, and cooled a little of my heat.

“That feels so good,” I whispered.

He slid in and out of me, even though my muscles clamped around his digits. “Do you know what would feel even better?”

“Your erection.”

He chuckled. “If you want it, it’s yours.”

I bit down on my lip and moaned. There was no question of whether or not I wanted any part of Fenrir. He was mine for as long as he would have me, and I wanted that to be forever.

A sweet pressure built up around my core as he continued pleasuring me with his fingers and tongue. By now, I was barely aware of the heat and perfectly content to spend the rest of my days writhing with his head between my legs.

Fenrir moaned with a voice so deep and filled with lust that something inside me snapped. All the pleasure he’d given me exploded across my senses, and the muscles of my channel pulsed to the rhythm of my heart.

“I’m cumming,” I whispered.

He growled his approval, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he rode out my orgasm.

My climax ebbed away, and the last vestiges of my heat reduced to the barest pinprick of sensation. Panting through my parted lips, I raised my head and stared down at the beautiful blond god.

Fenrir met my eyes and grinned. “Feeling better?”

“That took the edge off the heat, but I need more.”

His eyes widened. “You want to go again?”

I licked my lips. “I want your dick.”

Fenrir crawled up my body, his eyes flaring with white magic. “You want me to fuck you on the bathroom floor?”

“Are you up for the job?” I asked.

My thighs parted, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him so close that his hot length lay flush against my sex. I reached down between our bodies and grabbed his thick length.

Fenrir growled. “I can’t even begin to describe how much I want you.”

I thought Fenrir would slam himself into me and pound at my heat, but he slid his hand around the back of my head and stared into my eyes with an intensity that filled my heart.

“Before we do this, I want you to know how much I love you,” he murmured.

My eyes widened. “I love you, too.”

He chuckled. “You’re the most fascinating woman I’ve ever met. I love how you can be kind and tender with your mother and then fierce and protective with the pack. Most of all, I love how you are with me. ”

His words melted my heart, spreading warmth across my chest. “You really mean that?”

“Lydia, you make me feel like the shifters I’ve watched over for millennia.” He swallowed. “I never thought it would be possible to get myself freedom, a pack, and a mate, but you’re making all those dreams a reality.”

I gulped. “When you talk like that, I don’t know what to say.” My hands slid up his muscular biceps, over his shoulders, and rested behind his neck. “You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted. Love, understanding, and support. I can’t imagine being with anyone else but you.”

His mouth descended on mine with a kiss so forceful that tiny tremors raced down my spine. I parted my lips with a moan, letting his tongue twirl around mine.

For the next few heartbeats, we lay on the bathroom floor, kissing, hugging, bucking against each other, until the heat flared across my core with a warning that it would return with full force.

I slipped my hand down the hard muscles of his back and cupped his muscular ass cheeks, pushing our bodies even closer.

“Lydia,” he moaned. “I love how you always know what you want.”

My legs tightened around his hips. “Are you ready for days of continuous fucking?”

Fenrir’s responding grin was dazzling. “This feels like the fantasy that was running through my head when you walked in on me.”

Without meaning to, I conjured up a memory of a naked Fenrir pleasuring himself on the furs. “At least this time, there’ll be no interruptions.”

With an approving growl, he lavished my neck with enough hot kisses to make me howl with the return of my heat. It cascaded from where it had hidden, filled my veins, and flooded my body with desire.

Arching into his touch and panting hard, I guided his erection to my opening. “Fenrir,” I murmured. “Please.”

He slid into me with the gentleness of a man preparing a woman for her first time, stretching me open inch by expanding inch until his bulbous cock head breached me. My chest ached with longing. I wished this had been both of our firsts.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“This is perfect.” I clutched at his ass cheeks as he slid further into me with a stretch that pushed down on the source of my heat.

Compared to how I felt at that moment, his hard length was as refreshing as the cold cascade. Electricity sparked from our touch, spreading across my every nerve ending until they sang. My muscles clamped hard around his girth as he chased away the heat.

Fenrir moaned. “You’re so hot and wet and tight.”

“Oh,” I whispered, my muscles moulding and clamping around him to the point that I felt every vein and contour of his shaft. “This feels so perfect.”

The arms around me trembled with the effort of his self-restraint. “If I don’t move right now, something in me will explode.”

I clung onto his shoulders, crossed my legs around his hard ass and bucked my hips. “Fuck me, Fenrir. Fuck me hard.”

He drew back, making me clench tighter around his length, and then slammed into me with a thrust that made fireworks explode behind my eyes. My breath caught for a moment, before I howled my pleasure. Fenrir pulled out again and entered me so deeply that the heat eased away.

“This is so amazing.” I clung to him as though he was the only thing keeping me from burning from the inside out.

With each rapid stroke, each snap of his hips, he fucked me with a passion nearly as intense as my heat. I panted, moaned, shook my head from side to side with the onslaught of pleasure. This was both the most erotic experience of my life, and the happiest. And it was all thanks to Fenrir.

His growl reverberated across my entire body. “I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy. I will never stop fucking you.”

My lips parted with a moan. The heat inside me raged, as though it was a being with a separate consciousness of its own. “More,” I growled. “Faster.”

He quickened the pace of his thrusts, fucking me so hard that my eyes rolled in my sockets. Bloody hell. I had days of this sweet torture. Days of being pounded into the floor, the wall, the mattress, the cushions. Days of pleasure with Fenrir’s huge erection, his clever hands, and his wicked tongue.

The fireworks exploding behind my eyes became as elaborate as a Yule display. Each rapid beat of my pulse released bursts of pleasure as Fenrir pounded away the heat. My arm and leg muscles tightened around his body as the pleasure intensified to a point where all I could do was clench my teeth and hang on for the hard ride.

“I’m going to cum,” Fenrir said.

“Nearly,” I said through panting breaths. “There.”

“Together?” he rasped.

I gave him an eager nod and rolled my hips in counterpoint to his thrusts. We created a delicious friction that tingled across my nerves, pushing me toward a satisfying climax. The muscles of my core clenched around his length with a grip that made him shudder.

“What are you doing to me, woman?” he snarled into my ear.

With those words, my orgasm descended on me like an avalanche that snuffed out my heat. I bit down on the side of his neck, making him climax with a roar. As Fenrir filled me with jet upon jet of warm fluid, I clenched and spasmed around his length as though milking him for more.

We lay together, locked in a tight embrace, our racing hearts beating in unison. Fenrir’s weight on my body was like a cool blanket that stifled my heat. At least for now. The urge to mate receded far within my psyche, but it remained in the background, waiting for its moment to flare.

Perhaps my body was allowing me to have a break for food. Goodness knew I needed to dry off, get comfortable and have something filling.

I ran my hands up and down Fenrir’s broad back, enjoying how the muscles rippled at my touch. “How was it?”

“More than I ever imagined,” he murmured. “I’m not just talking about how you felt around my cock.”

“Yeah.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug.

“For a moment, I felt like I was in your head and feeling your emotions.” He drew back, looking me straight in the eye. “I had no idea how terrified you felt in the cave.”

I ran my fingers down his stubbly cheek. “But you understood why I ran.”

He nodded. “You spent your entire life being punished for something that wasn’t your fault. Hell, it wasn’t even your father’s fault that his beta turned out to be a traitorous bastard. Why would you step in and help a stranger with their punishment?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to help your father.” I ran my fingers through his wet curls. “But we need to think it through and work out a way to free him that doesn’t get us ensnared.”

Fenrir pressed a kiss onto my cheek. “You’re absolutely right. Are you ready for something to eat?”

“I’m famished.”

He lifted me off my feet and carried me toward the exit. A cool breeze meandered across my skin, making me deliciously cool. Maybe this heat wouldn’t be so bad, after all.

When Fenrir stepped out from the bathroom, all signs of Grog’s broken corpse were gone.