Her Viking Wolves: 50 Loving States, Michigan (28 page)

“He speaks truth,
Varra
.”
I feel Olafr move into position behind me, his hands on my shoulders, his lips coming to rest on the top of my head.
“And this love be a truth he has never spoken to another.”

I believe Olafr. I believe both of them. And for once in my awkward life, the right words appear inside my head, like a rainbow after the rain.
“I—I love you, too. I love both of you so much.”

Then unbelievably, magically even more words come.
“I’ve always loved you. I think maybe before I even met you.”
I take him and Olafr by the hands.
“You are two halves. One too human. One too wolf. But together you are my fated mates, and I love you both, so much. And I’m sorry for not believing in you. I’ll never be able to express how sorry I am about that. But please believe me when I tell you I didn’t run to humiliate you. I ran because I love you. Because I wanted to keep you safe. I ran because I didn’t understand, and I thought it was the only way to help.”

Before I’m even all the way done with my declaration, FJ starts shaking his head. “We are not yours to protect,
Varra
,” he protests out loud.

And I cup his stubborn jaw, now covered in stubble at the end of such a long day.
“Yes, you are. I am yours and you two are—how do you say mine in Old Norse?”

For the first time since his appearance in Michigan, a familiar smile crosses FJ’s lips and I finally see a glimpse of the shifter I left sleeping in Alaska.
“To us, Old Norse is simply Norse,
Varra
. Should I call what you speak, New English?”

“Just tell me how to say it, man,” I reply, all Detroit.

“There are many ways to say this in our tongue. But when my father speaks of our mother beyond our village, does he use the word
eigaminn
.”

“
Eigaminn
,” I repeat, liking the sound. Then I push into both of their heads.
“You both are eigaminn. Mine always. And you can tell me not to do a lot of things, but wanting to keep you both safe isn’t one of them. I love you too much to ever stop wanting to protect you, too, so don’t try to stop me.”

I reach up to cup Olafr’s cheek from behind and look into FJ’s eyes as I say this. Begging them to believe in me, like I now believe in them.

“Varra…”
they both say at the same time, over two separate mate bonds. It feels like their voices are coming at me in stereo.

FJ grabs me first, crushing me to his blood-spattered chest as his head dips down to kiss me. Then Olafr’s thick erection digs into my back as he kisses my neck, my shoulders, finding all sorts of desire triggering places I wasn’t even aware I had.

Soon I’m little more than liquid heat inside their arms, unable to distinguish who’s kissing me where until FJ picks me up and carries me over to the bed like I weigh nothing more than a baby.

“Brother, it is time,”
I hear him say to Olafr inside our heads.

And I smile as he sets me down on my bed, because FJ drops the last barrier left standing between all of us. Once again, our threeway connection is on like Tron.

I watch them prove modern zippers and buttons ain’t nothing but a thing when it comes to two Vikings ready to get their groove on. They’re both naked in a couple blinks of my eyes.

However, they leave me in my white dress. Rough hands turn me over, and the next thing I know, I’m on top of Olafr. His hands hiking up the bottom of my dress as he lifts my hips and brings them slowly down over his cock.

I watch his straining erection part my folds, wondering as I always do how it can possibly fit. But somehow it does, as he fills me up inch by inch.

Somewhere in my periphery I see FJ, still at the side of the bed, stroking himself as he watches Olafr impale me.

“I would have you fuck her now, Brother,”
FJ says inside our heads.
“Give me what I shall need to make her truly ours.”

What does he mean about truly making me theirs? I’m already theirs. Does he still not believe me—?

My thoughts cut off when Olafr, seemingly all too happy to obey FJ’s mysterious order, starts pumping into me with long, languid strokes, delivered so slowly, every one feels like a luxurious boat ride on his thick cock. My body soon becomes tight with a building orgasm and Olafr must be getting there, too, because he pulls me on to his chest, bending his legs and opening me even wider to receive him.

At least that’s what I think he’s doing, but then the bed depresses and I feel FJ come to kneel behind me.

“Yea, do you pleasure our queen well, Brother.”
He says inside both our heads.
“But do not let her have her female’s joy before we have truly made her ours.”

Olafr grits his teeth, but brings our boat ride to a grinding halt. Then his hands find my butt cheeks, which he spreads apart as if in presentation.

Behind me FJ moves closer and my eyes pop wide open when I feel the front of his dick outside my other rim now, circling its virgin hole with a hot substance that can only be pre-cum.

“Keep her still, Brother,”
I hear him say.

Olafr’s hands move from my butt to my hips, and before I can fully process what’s about to happen, FJ is slowly pushing into me from behind, one hand pressing into my back as his cock splits my butt cheeks, fighting to get in deeper and deeper as my pussy stretches wider on Olafr’s dick.

“By the gods,
Varra
. Would we have taken you in this manner earlier if we had but known how it would feel.”
Then with a strained voice, he tells his brother.
“Do not move yet. We must let her know us this way first before we take her again.”

“FJ…”
I start, shifting uncomfortably between them.

“Be at ease,
Varra
,”
Olafr says.

FJ’s lips press into the back of my still unmarked shoulder.
“You are with your mates. We will hurt you never. Must you trust us now.”

I do. I do trust them, but…it’s…there are no words to describe how it feels to have them both inside me like this. Helpless. Terrifying. Plus, pain.

But they give me a few moments with FJ holding completely still, even though he’s only halfway into my trembling ass. And I slowly feel my body beginning to accept the invasion, my mind starting to adjust.

“
Good,
Varra
, good
,” FJ says calmly, teacher to student.

Then he pushes the rest of the way into me with one decisive thrust.

All the breath punches out of my lungs. And I find myself fighting for breath, between their bodies.
Too much!
I think.
Too much!
And my body unconsciously pushes forward, in a wild, desperate attempt to escape.

Big mistake. It doesn’t provide me any relief from the overfilled feeling of having two wolves inside me at the same time. And Olafr’s eyes snap, the light behind them abruptly blinking out as his hands go tight around my waist.

I go still.
“Olafr?”
I say, hoping to get through to his wolf.

But his wolf is no longer there. His entire face goes slack and suddenly I’m inundated with a picture of me on top of him, along with the tight sensation of what it feels like to have my pussy wrapped around his dick.

He starts helplessly pounding into me from below, sending me more pictures with feelings of what he’s experiencing: a she-wolf hot around his dick while his brother pushes into her from behind.

As he fucks me, the pictures and sensations become more and more erotic. To the point that I don’t know if it’s him or me responsible for the new aching need inside me. The one that makes liquid want stream out of my pussy as I push my butt into FJ’s cock, taking more of him inside my no longer virgin hole than I would have thought possible a few minutes ago.

Behind me, FJ lets out a guttural moan, obviously losing the fight to stay still his own damn self. He starts thrusting into me from behind, falling into a coarse rhythm with his brother.

Even if my body hadn’t adjusted, even if I’d remained in pain, I still don’t think that would have prevented the orgasm from overtaking me. I fly off the ledge of all consciousness, suspended someplace between pleasure and pain, as somewhere in the distance, Olafr yells out, loud as a wounded animal. Thrashing beneath me, until he suddenly goes still and releases.

But even as he floods my pussy with his cum, I can’t stop. My hips move with a mind of their own on top of him. Demanding more, because I’m still not theirs. Not fully. I can still feel FJ at my back, his hand on my breast, using my body as leverage as he continues to thrust into me.

“Yea,
Varra
, yea.”
Olafr’s deep voice appears inside my head, and I look down to see he’s back, his wolf’s eyes once again glowing.

One unforeseen benefit to having a complete disconnect between his wolf and his human? He becomes hard all over again inside me, like the previous climax didn’t even count.

His hands find my hips and he starts the boat back up, his long strokes falling into an easy rhythm with his brother’s hard cock thrusting into my ass.

“Ours always,”
I hear FJ say inside our threeway connection, his voice low and dark inside my mind.
“You are ours. Now and forever shall it be.”

“Ours always,”
his brother repeats, his eyes locking into mine as he fucks me hard below.

Another dumb and completely primal climax overtakes me. And this time, it’s my wolf yelling out like a wounded animal as everything inside me unravels, every organ melting into the place inside me where pleasure is made real.

FJ is yelling something in Old Norse behind me, his hand finding my yarn locs and using them to slightly lift my upper torso off his brother. I find out why when his teeth sink into the left shoulder he kissed so softly just a few moments ago, his bite so vicious, I know his wolf must have taken over—

I feel another set of teeth clamp down on my right shoulder. This time from the front. And I look down in wonder at Olafr, who is also biting me in the way of the wolf.

My wolf is between both of their wolves now. My wolf, FJ’s wolf, and Olafr’s wolf. Were all in full communion, fucking with the mindless abandon of animals.

“This is how it shall be between us,”
Olafr intones into all of our heads.

The third orgasm doesn’t just overtake me, it explodes inside of me, a nuclear warhead detonating and obliterating every single sense in its path before blinding me with mind-melting pleasure.

Behind and in front, I feel two wolves coming undone, jets of hot seed flooding both my pussy and my ass. There are just no words to describe how it feels. The ultimate rightness of being taken this way or how beautiful I feel between them as their heavy bodies move over and under me. How as I come down from previously unimaginable heights, I know in my soul what I already knew in my heart. They were right from the beginning. I am theirs. And now they are mine.

My Viking wolves.

Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing in my life has ever felt so right.

I
t’s
funny how much I love my rooms now. I mean I loved them before. With all the hiding out from the Mad Max nonsense below. Plus, all my stuff is here. My five screens. My laptop. My mainframe. My gaming chairs. There’s even an old dumb waiter, which means I pretty much never have to go downstairs, not even for food.

I used to happily spend the majority of my time here. But I really, really love my rooms now. Because FJ and Olafr are here.

My mates, sheltering me on both sides as I sleep. Making real food magically appear out of the dumb waiter so I’m eating better than I ever have in my adult life. Watching with awe as our pack’s tattoo artist buzzes a custom marriage mark—two dark wolf heads inside the wheel, rather than one—into my left shoulder with a tool unlike any they’ve ever seen before. Listening with fascination as I teach them all sorts of important things. Like how to take care of a new tattoo, now that we all have one on our left shoulders. Me, the custom job, and them, the red she-wolf logo that graces the cover of my games. I also teach them how to find answers to all their questions on the internet and, perhaps most importantly, the art of binge watching television shows.

Though introducing them to
Vikings
might have been a huge mistake.

During the first episode, Olafr immediately starts scoffing on one side of me while FJ yells, “They think we knew not of the isles to the west before Ragnar? Who did imagine this tale?!”

A few episodes later, FJ crows, “Humans would never wear so little into battle! They do need mail and armor to protect their weak skin! In truth,
Varra
,
Rap Star Wives
, is much easier to believe.”

Olafr agrees with a nod and a barking laugh, saying inside the threeway link,
“Yea, whoever did create those tales be a good storyteller indeed.”

So far, I haven’t had the heart to explain to them about reality television.

But they keep watching
Vikings
. Olafr in total SMDH mode, while FJ points out all the inaccuracies.

“You’re basically hate-watching,” I tell them.

Then I have to explain what hate-watching is. Which leads to a discussion about hate-fucking. Which leads to…

So yeah, all in all it’s a pretty good unofficial honeymoon. And about a week into it, I climb into bed between them with my laptop, declaring, “I finally finished your wedding gift!”

“This be all the gift we need,” FJ answers, reaching to untie my silk robe as Olafr slips a large hand beneath its lapel to palm one of my breasts.

I’m surprised the sash isn’t frayed by now, what with all the tying and untying that’s been going on this week.

But this time, instead of leaning into Olafr’s hand or spreading my thighs so FJ’s hand can find its way to my core, I slap their hands away. “No, no, let me show you this first.”

“I knew it to be a bad idea to let her have her work machine back,”
FJ grumbles over the threeway.
“Once she sleeps shall we hide it again.”

“Verily, a good idea, Brother,”
Olafr answers.

Ignoring their scheming, I tap a key and say,
“Seriously, you’re going to want to see this…”

FJ raises two skeptical copper eyebrows, all set to protest inside my mind again.

But then he’s cut off by the sound of a young college student saying, “Hey Everybody! Chloe Adams here with another webisode of
Black Mountain Woman!”

I watch with a silly grin as both Olafr and FJ sit up and watch the new YouTube video I made for them with wide-eyed wonder. Basically, it’s a compilation of the very best scenes from their mother’s old how-to series,
Black Mountain Woman.

“People still miss the show. She had a lot of fans,”
I tell them as we watch the three-decades younger version of the mother they knew show us how to make everything from stew to dresses to chairs by hand and completely from scratch.

I’ve never met Chloe personally, but I’m totally awed by her. Having spent so many hidden hours putting this compilation together, it feels like I know their mother now. And I can’t help but think she ended up exactly where she needed to be. Like she and the original Fenris were truly fated, because she’d spent most of her teenage years and her entire adult life developing this strange skill set. One that would not only make her an internet celebrity, but allow her to easily adjust to life in Viking Age Norway.

So with true fascination, I watch her sons watch their mother transform from a nervous college student, explaining how to sew a “Laura Ingalls” costume by hand for Halloween, to a self-assured woman clearly explaining how to make a homemade dinner for ten completely from scratch.

FJ and Olafr remain almost reverentially quiet throughout the viewing, but they both gasp out loud at the last scene. This is the one video that was never uploaded to YouTube, but I’d asked Alisha for it after remembering the reference to it in the fictionalized version of Chloe’s book.

This last scene ends up being the one that breaks my Viking warriors. Tears pool in their eyes as they watch their mother shave their father for the first time with an ancient straight razor she’d purchased at a flea market.

“This is Chloe Adams,” she says cheerfully after she’s done. “See you for the next webisode of
Black Mountain Woman
. I’ll be showing you how to make salted caramel apple cinnamon rolls. Mmmmm!”

When the video ends, we’re all quiet for a very long time. So long that the laptop goes to sleep and the screen goes dark over their mother and father’s smiling faces.

“I can’t wait to meet her,”
I whisper over the threeway into all that emotionally-charged quiet.
“And not just because those rolls sound fucking delicious.”

Both FJ and Olafr jerk as if just now remembering I’m still there. And they exchange a look across me, some twin but unreadable sentiment in both their eyes.

“Are you all right?”
I ask, suddenly filled with unease.

But FJ smiles that wonderful smile of his. “You do honor us with this gift,” he answers on a shaky breath. “Never will we be able to truly enough thank you.”

But they try. Man do they try. They spend nearly the entirety of the following week thanking me for their wedding gift. Their need becoming increasingly urgent as our time together here draws to a close. Technically my rooms have always been the place where I’ve found solace in my solitude. But that week I think we’re all a little desperate to hang on to the paradise we’ve created here together. And though we’re no longer in heat, we fuck like we are.

We don’t talk about it, but I’m pretty sure we’re all deeply aware that the day of the big swords delivery is coming up fast. Which means I’ll soon be discovering firsthand why, according to FJ, “Eye kohl could never be applied to a face so well” as it is by a certain character on
Vikings.

On the morning of the sword delivery, I’m once again awoken by the sensations of one mouth suckling my breast and another my earlobe.

It’s Olafr at my ear. I know this without even having to open my eyes. For a guy who only started using his human body a few weeks ago, he sure found all my trigger spots like
hello
! Also, I can feel him hard and wide against the back of my pussy, while FJ’s deft hand finds its front.

“My brother has great need of you now,
Varra,” says FJ over the threeway connection.
“But I have only just awoken. I would have your mouth while I watch him take his pleasure.”

Before I can either agree or disagree, Olafr’s on the move, getting into position, standing at the edge of the bed and manhandling my body.

He’s much stronger than me—not that I give much resistance as he places me on my knees beside FJ’s body, positioning me perfectly to take his brother in my mouth.

I lower my mouth over his dick and go to work, only pausing to gasp when Olafr shoves into me from behind. I can tell the sight of me sucking his brother off is affecting him by the way he immediately begins slamming into me with sloppy thrusts. Also by the heavily Loveshopped images of me going down on FJ that start flooding into my head.

But eventually his wolf gets the wheel back. The porn download comes to a stop as he kisses the tattoo on the back of my shoulder. Then his hand finds the back of my neck and begins guiding it up and down on FJ’s dick. This is a game Olafr has begun playing lately. Handling me in ways he knows will drive FJ crazy—revenge for all the Alaska lessons FJ forced him to endure.

It works. FJ’s face twists in erotic agony as he says,
“By the gods,
Varra
, have I love for your mouth. I will treasure always the feel of you giving me such succor.”

With that, he releases. His morning cum so plentiful, I can’t swallow it fast enough. It spills out of my mouth and on to his rock hard abs.

You know, I think to myself, it’s totally not fair that Olafr gets to have all the teasing fun. With a wicked glance over my shoulder, I scoop some of the missed cum up and rub the warm mess on my pussy, just the way FJ taught me to a few days ago, when he fucked me reverse cowgirl on his lap while Olafr watched.

“Oh, God, I love the taste of you and how hot your cum feels on my pussy,”
I say over the threeway, 360 degrees less awkward than I used to be. At least with them
. “I am going to come so hard on Olafr’s dick.”

And
…cue the return of Olafr’s human. His thrusts become unhinged as he fucks me hard from behind. A series of erotic pictures erupt over the mind link, and that’s it for me, too. He swells and we come together, exploding like fireworks at the same time.

However, even as another hot load of cum streams into me, I’m vaguely aware of FJ becoming hard again inside my mouth. Even larger this time, as he watches me come all over his brother’s dick while Olafr shudders everything he has into my pussy.

And I guess Olafr isn’t totally merciless. As soon as he’s done, he picks me up and puts me on top of FJ, pushing my soaked pussy onto his dick.

FJ can be a total marathoner in bed. Especially when he wakes me up late at night and makes slow, careful love to me with the threeway on mute so as not to wake Olafr.

But this time, neither of us lasts long, five desperate thrusts and both our wolves unleash, biting into each other’s shoulders as our hips continue fucking each other with minds of their own.

The second time I come even harder, giving FJ everything I have to give until I collapse across his chest in a heap of liquid skin and bones.

“Varra…” Olafr’s voice says into my head.
“You must turn around now.”

This is the problem with the whole back and forth game FJ and Olafr have going. No sooner do I get one of them off than the other one’s all turned on and ready to go.

But there’s no way I can go again so soon after the intensity of that last orgasm.

“Give me a minute…” I say to Olafr, reaching out to give his newly re-hardened length a few apologetic strokes, a promise of things to come once my brain reforms.

Olafr mindlessly pushes his dick into my half open hand a couple of times—but then takes hold of my wrist to stop me.

“No,
Varra
, you make me forget myself. I mean you must turn around, not for my unending lust for you. But because there is now a giantess inside your TV. She is staring.”

My forehead bunches and my head whips around to find…yep, sure enough.

Iggle’s on my screen. Big as life and with her mouth hanging wide open.

“Hi,” she says, her voice weak.

“What the hell, Iggle?” I demand, jumping off of FJ and scrambling toward the robe on the back of the bathroom door.

But of course FJ and Olafr continue staring at her, fascinated by her sudden appearance.

And she stares right back at the two naked Vikings in my bed.

“Hi,” she says again, like a shock victim.

“Hi,” they both say in unison. Olafr with a lopsided smile, FJ with a curious one.

“I have heard tale of giants but never before have one I seen,” FJ says. With true wonder in his eyes, he gets up from the bed and goes to get a closer look at the TV, like a curious archaeologist. “For what reason have you been imprisoned inside our she-wolf’s TV, Female Giant?” he asks Iggle. “What crime would make such magic necessary?”

I roll my eyes. “She’s not a giant. She’s actually way shorter than me. And she’s not really inside the TV,” I say.

FJ throws me a disbelieving look, like he’s sure I’m messing with him. “But she is neither story nor video game. She does talk and see us.”

“I know. That’s because of something called video chat. She’s able to relay her image from her own computer onto mine.”

“But she is on your TV. Your computer is over there.” FJ points at my desk.

“Yes, that’s right,” I answer, coming to stand in front of him so Iggle no longer has a full on view of his junk. “This is a new technology we’re messing around with for the next game. Basically, a way of letting gamers challenge other gamers out of the blue by popping onto their television screen.”

“I think it’s going to be a sales and marketing success, not to mention a productivity massacre,” Iggle says proudly. “No one who plays our games will ever be able to get any real work done again.”

As she explains this, her head strains in all directions around me, trying to get another peep of FJ. “But now I’m thinking this whole video thing might have some other benefits we didn’t think about, Tee.”

She winks at Olafr who’s sitting on the foot of the bed, openly staring back at the “giantess” inside the screen.

I grit my teeth. “And I’m thinking we should add a block out timer, so certain people can’t pop up on other people’s game screens while they’re in the middle of stuff. How long have you been up there, Peeping Tom?”

“Since a little before you were getting spit-roasted in the ‘middle of stuff,’” Iggle answers, making air quotes.

“I have been attending well to your English lessons, but I do not understand these words at all,”
I hear Olafr say over the threeway.

“Neither do I, Brother,”
answers FJ.