Her Viking Wolves: 50 Loving States, Michigan (16 page)

“No, Varra…”
Olafr says, his amused gray eyes warmly glowing into mine.

“
No, your human isn’t perfectly fine?”
I ask, not understanding.

“No, he’s not. He’s hard for me to control. Too hard, I fear. And no, you are not talking to him.”

My heart stills, sleep suddenly shoved back a few steps.
“Uh, then who am I talking to?”
I ask carefully.

“My wolf,”
Olafr answers simply.
“I’m not even certain my human knows how to speak. This is why I did make myself wolf once again the night we met. My human is but a dumb beast. One I fear I cannot control.”

Wait…what?!?! I’m talking to his wolf and not his human? And his wolf is afraid of his human?

This makes no sense, and I have to wonder if Olafr is mistaken. But sleep has had it with waiting around for me and finally overtakes me before I can ask any more questions.

I
wake
up alone in a large bed. But not the large bed I fell asleep in. Sitting up, I groggily look around, and immediately recognize my new surroundings, even though I’ve never been in this particular room before.

It’s the other third-floor guestroom. Not the one Tu and her husband occupy, but the one Uncle Tikaani gave to FJ. I know this not only because the entire room smells like him—a unique scent of forest and ash—but also because of the wickedly large sword casually leaning against a built-in cedar desk.

I get out of bed and walk over to it, feeling a deep sense of awe and appreciation for its ruthless beauty. I’m not going to lie, I immediately begin to memorize every detail for
Viking Shifters 2
: the intricate two-toned inlay on the hilt, the pattern welded double-edged blade covered on both sides with delicate whorls of scrollwork. I reach out a finger to touch the shiny surface, and then recall what Alisha told me about the silver-dipped swords Viking werewolf kings used when she helped me with a few developmental phase research questions for
Viking Shifters
.

I carefully reach for the hilt instead, making sure to keep any part of the deadly silver-edged blade from coming into contact with my skin as I lift the weapon a few inches from the floor.

“Plan you to make use of my sword, Varra?” a voice asks behind me.

I start, nearly dropping the sword on my bare foot, which definitely would have sucked. With a small thank you to the clumsiness gods for not choosing this moment to prove they own me, I carefully replace it against the built-in desk.

But when I turn to face FJ and Olafr, who are hovering just outside the bathroom doorway, I start again. They’re both wearing towels, and FJ has what looks like a pair of pajama bottoms slung over his forearm. Standing there beside a large window with a snow-covered mountain looming in the distance, they look like they could be the January spread in one of those hot, nude men charity calendars. And let me tell you, my ass would definitely be buying one of those calendars.

“My brother wished to bathe,” FJ tells me, lips twisting into a derisive smile. “I did accompany him to your bathing room so I might teach him the ways of the rain bath. He was much surprised by the rain, however, and my nightclothes did not fare well.”

After a moment spent translating, I realize he tried to show Olafr how to take a shower and ended up getting soaked in the process. Which explains why they’re both standing here looking all sorts of hunky and delicious in towels that are way too small to adequately cover big Viking muscles.

“I see,” I say, swallowing. “So both of you took a shower.”

Do not think bad thoughts,
I tell myself.
Do not think bad thoughts.

“Which causes me much regret,
Varra
,” FJ says, shaking his head sadly. “For I did not wish to remove your scent from my skin.”

Both he and Olafr’s eyes travel down my body in a lingering fashion, which is an excellent reminder, that, oh yeah, I’m standing here buck-naked.

Not wanting to think too much about all my large curves being on display, I quickly avert my eyes.

“I see you also moved me into another room while I was asleep…away from my clothes.”

“Olafr did your room’s door break,” FJ reminds me, his voice as quietly amused as his face. “We did think you would be more comfortable here.”

“You thought right. Thanks,” I say quickly, still refusing to look at them. Maybe if I don’t look, I can keep the next heat spell at bay.

“D-did you happen to bring my laptop?” I ask, scanning the room hopefully as I think of all those emails and texts I need to deal with.

“No,
Varra
, we did not,” he answers, sounding a little annoyed and not at all apologetic.

Which doesn’t make me very optimistic about the answer to my next question. “Um, could you go get it?”

“No, we cannot,” FJ answers.

“Okay,” I say, “No problem. I’ll get it myself.” In a show of fake confidence, I walk over the bed and pull off the top sheet, wrapping it around myself in a makeshift toga.

“It is no longer in your room.”

I look at FJ. He looks at me. I ask the obvious.

“Do you know where it is?”

He seems to consider my question, then answers with a very succinct, “No.”

I can almost feel him blocking his thoughts from me. And irritation begins a slow creep up my body as I finish wrapping the sheet around my torso.

“No, because you honestly don’t know where it is or no, because you gave it to someone and told them to hide it?” I ask, working hard to keep my voice level.

“You must eat now,
Varra
,”
Olafr says inside my head before FJ can respond.
“We can talk more of this later.”

He goes to a nightstand on the other side of the bed and lifts a large tray of food that I somehow missed when I woke up.

“Come here to the bed and eat before your heat returns.”

He sits on the bed, setting the tray down beside him and, oh my God, his towel just gives up the ghost, completely falling away and revealing a very erect penis.

I suddenly develop a keen interest in the ceiling.

“So maybe you should put on some clothes before breakfast,”
I tell him with my eyes glued to the rustic wooden beams above.

“Mayhap you should rid yourself of your bedding,
Varra
,”
he answers, his voice an amused rumble.
“I would not wish for it to get dirty.”

I just sit down, keeping my eyes on the tray. But before I can reach out to take it, it’s moved away. Olafr puts it on his lap, and the next thing I know, he’s pushing small bites of cold ham into my mouth.

The meat tastes delicious and I can almost hear my wolf growling for more, even as my human thinks I should take the tray from him and feed myself. I’m a grown woman, after all.

Olafr’s wolf voice pushes into my mind.
“You do honor me with your taking of this food,
Varra
. To feed you in this manner gives me good practice in the use of my human body.”

You know, for someone who was a full-time wolf until a few days ago, Olafr sure knows how to head off an argument at the pass. But he’s right. If what he’s saying is true about his wolf running the show inside his head—well, he has a hell of road in front of him. Especially if he’s the one who impregnates me. Shifter fathers don’t and can’t transform into wolves until about three months after the birth of a pup, which means Olafr could be stuck in human form for a whole year. I don’t know what I’d do if I had to spend the next twelve months of my life as a wolf, especially if my human was in charge of the program. When a shifter is in human form, his human consciousness takes over. When in wolf form, the wolf consciousness takes over. There’s good reason for this. Which is why I really do feel for Olafr if his wolf is in charge of both his human
and
his wolf.

So with a guilty sigh, I continue to let him push ham, chicken, and raspberries into my open mouth. I’m
so
hungry, I all but inhale the food and I’m so busy savoring it, I can almost ignore the Viking brothers’ hot eyes following my every move. Almost.

“Mayhap this would be easier if you looked at me whilst I feed you,
Varra
,”
Olafr says, after my tenth missed bite.

Yeah, I can see his point. Bits of food dot my sheet-covered lap and I imagine Olafr’s fine motor skills aren’t exactly getting the workout he’d hoped for.

I force myself to look at him as he offers me the next bite of food. It’s a strawberry. And it’s no big deal to take it from his fingers. That is until I see the way his glowing eyes darken as my mouth closes over his fingers.

Uh-oh. My heat scent burst into the room like an unwanted guest, with all the subtlety of a howler monkey.

The tray on Olafr’s lap clatters to the floor with a bang as he leaps from the bed, looking as distressed as I feel. He quickly backs into the furthest corner of the room, grabbing hold of a large chest of drawers as if to restrain himself.

“I am sorry,
Varra
,” FJ says, quickly coming to my side like a paramedic called to the scene. “I wish you could have finished your meal, but we have no time.”

He bends down and rubs my arms reassuringly, dropping a kiss on my head. It seems innocent enough except I can feel the hot, throbbing heat of his cock against my knee, even through his thick towel and my sheet.

From his safe haven across the room, Olafr starts growling low in his throat.

“Is he mad…?” I ask Fenris, leaning away from him.

“Mad?” FJ asks out loud. He pulls me off the bed to a stand in front of him, then starts dropping more kisses down my sensitive neck, his hard erection at my back.

“Angry,” I say, remembering ‘mad’ would have meant something totally different back in those days. “Because you’re…um…kissing me.”

“No,
Varra
,” FJ answers, his voice low and amused as his hands come around my body, caressing my breasts through the sheet. “Olafr has no anger. Only much need.”

He slowly unwinds my sheet. “It does give him pleasure to see you with me in this manner. So much so, he is finding it difficult to keep himself apart.” FJ’s large hands continue to caress my breasts, as he explains, “This is the nature of our Brother Bond. There is no jealousy between my brother and I as there would be were you with another wolf, only the desire to also have what your brother has. But he cannot have you yet. First must he learn to control his human.”

He rolls my nipples with his thumbs, sending an aching bolt of electricity straight down to my core. I cry out and more heat erupts from my body, spilling onto my thighs and filling the room with its musky scent.

“Don’t,” I say, my eyes flying to Olafr across the room. His nose is flaring in and out, trying to take in more of my scent even as he has now wedged himself between the bureau and a wall.

“Stop teasing him,” I say, gasping for air.

“It is not Olafr I tease,
Varra.
”

And then FJ’s large fingers are between my legs. Petting my mound in a way that causes the heat to stream out of me, making a mess of my thighs.

Now the aching bolts of pleasure are shooting out from the nub between my legs like an electrical storm, making it so I can’t even think. About the food. About the way this must look to Olafr. For minutes on end, all I know is FJ’s hand, torturing me, rubbing my mound, even as his fingers stay outside my greedy pussy, already clenching in anticipation of having more of him.

“Not yet,” FJ whispers next to my ear, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.

He punctuates his words by scooping into the sticky mess between my thighs and smearing it over my breasts. Oh my…!

I moan as he oils my breasts with my own juices.

It shouldn’t feel even more erotic than what he’s doing to me below, but I lose my voice, my head falling back against FJ’s broad shoulders as he kneads my breasts hard beneath Olafr’s intense gaze.

Now it’s Olafr who cries out, a harsh yell in Old Norse that sounds like some kind of curse or prayer.

I wish he’d stop watching us. Close his eyes so he can’t see how I respond to his brother, my backside unconsciously pushing into FJ’s hard length as he plays with my exposed body.

Olafr looks like his head is about to explode, and I can see veins in his neck and forehead.

“Stop…” I only barely manage to moan. “You’re torturing him.”

“He must learn,
Varra
,” FJ answers, his voice even steelier than his sword. “But your need is great and I do not wish you to suffer any longer. Come.”

Finally releasing me, he climbs into the bed. And I feel like a pervert, because as worried as I am about Olafr, I can’t take my eyes off FJ as he unwraps his towel and sits with his back to the headboard, his cock long and engorged against his stomach.

“Come,
Varra
,” he says, reaching out and pulling me down to sit between his legs.

When I’m settled with my back to his chest, he nods to Olafr.

“Look at your protector,
Varra
. See how the fire behind his eyes has much dimmed?”

I immediately see what FJ means. When our wolves get too close to the surface, our eyes glow, letting others know we are losing control of our human.

Olafr’s eyes have been glowing for some time now, but not any more. Instead, I see a pair of barely lit gray eyes staring back at me from across the room.

The sight of those much dulled eyes makes my heart beat even faster, especially when FJ calls out, “Hold on to your wolf and join us here, Brother.”

Olafr stalks toward us, looking much the wolf in human clothing still. But damn if the male crawling toward me on the bed doesn’t scare the hell out of me. His gray eyes are so focused on my pussy and the heat seeping out of it, I find myself shrinking back into FJ’s chest.

“Be at ease,
Varra
,”
FJ says inside my head.
“I will now do as Queen Tu does with her silent fenrir: open my mind to you inside our mate’s bond while I talk with Olafr through our Brother Bond. I would have you hear my words to him. For this reason must you put aside your fear and connect to us so we may bear witness to one another’s thoughts.”

I think I understand what he wants me. Whenever Tu is with Grady and other wolves, she opens her mind to Grady and the room so he can “hear” what she hears via their link.

Frankly, I’m not sure it will work for us, considering the mind link is already working overtime, translating everything we say. I try to relax and open our connection.

“…must pleasure her before you let your human have her. This at all costs, Brother.”

FJ’s low voice resonates inside my head, clear as a bell. It worked!

“For this reason must you prepare her for me, so I might prepare her for you,”
he’s saying to Olafr, who’s now on his hands and knees in front of us in what looks an awful lot like the crouch wolves go into just before they spring on their prey.

Before I can begin to wonder what is going on, Olafr’s wide mouth drops to my pussy.