Page 10 of Berserker Devotion

He pushed her harder against the wall, slipping his middle and ring finger inside her core. His thumb brushed the outside of her clit as he curled the fingers inside her. Nora whimpered when he clamped his fingertips and his thumb with her flesh trapped between them. "Shit," she gasped. "I'm going to come."

It was his turn to smile. He relaxed his grip and then squeezed again, finding the rhythm she liked based on how her panting and heart rate increased. "Come for me, Fireling," he breathed in her ear. "Let me feel you climax."

She moaned loudly. He pressed his leg against his hand to increase the pressure.

The nails of her hand gripping his wrist between her legs pierced his skin. She threw her head back, growling, “fuck.”

“Yes, hopefully we will,” Ulf mumbled against her skin. He licked her throat and nibbled her jawline. Her thighs clamped down harder, and he claimed her mouth with his, capturing her scream as she orgasmed and milked his fingers.

Mine, his berserker growled.

She collapsed against him, and her grip released his hand. Her head hit his shoulder as she breathed out a deep sigh. "I'm not sure what to say."

He straightened her skirt and unobtrusively wiped his hand on the inside of his pants pocket. "You don't have to say anything." Ulf kissed her temple

Nora looked up at him from his shoulder. "But what about you? You haven't had your release."

True. He was hard as a rock, but this had been all for her. "When I come, I want to be buried inside you."

She blushed but didn't look away. "Deal. Let’s go to bed now." Nora cocked her head. “Oh no. I can hear a snowmobile.”

He cocked his head and listened, but didn’t hear a thing. Her wolf senses were much be keener than his.

She squirmed, and he loosened his grip on her hips so she could stand on her own. The pink on her cheeks turned deep red. “There’s no time to wash. Bolt is going to smell what we’ve done."

"Do you care if he knows?" It bothered him. He chose not to examine why.

She gazed at him for a beat, the light from the window highlighting her beautiful face. "No." She smiled. "No, I don't."

"Good."Something inside him loosened, making him feel happy and free.

And weren’t that just all kinds of fucked up?

CHAPTER 7

Bolt stomped the snow off his boots before entering the cabin. His nostrils flared, and he turned his hazel eyes on Nora, one eyebrow quirked.

She clamped her lips together and shook her head. Imploring him with her eyes not to say anything about the smell of sex that lingered in the cabin, despite her opening the window, flooding the small space with crisp fresh air.

Her packmate pulled off his knit cap, revealing dark closed-cropped hair. He rubbed a hand over his scalp as his eyes focused on Ulf. “You must be the Viking.”

“Yup.” The Norseman straightened from where he’d been leaning against the wall. The same wall he’d just pushed her against and given he the most intense orgasm. Nora had to look away to stop another blush flaming across her face. She refused to be embarrassed for having had sex—the most amazing, glorious sex.

Ulf walked over to Bolt, his left hand in his pocket, the right extended in a greeting. “The name is Ulf.”

Her packmate looked at Ulf’s hand a moment to long before grasping it. “Bolt.” The scent or testosterone permeated the air of the cabin as the two men shook hands. Nora had to stop herself from rolling her eyes.

“We don’t have time for this alpha male crap,” she said, sitting down on the couch. “What have you found out about my uncle?” she asked Bolt.

Ulf took a seat beside her and stretched out an arm behind her neck. He looked at Bolt with raised eyebrows, as if challenging the other male to protest. This time Nora did roll her eyes. She pulled Ulf’s arm down and placed his hand on his lap. He shot her a defiant look as he crossed his arms.

She sighed. “About Uncle Karl?” she asked Bolt again. The suppressed sexual tension from the last two days and then the amazing release had temporarily taken her mind off the worry for her uncle. But she needed to know what was going on now.

“Inessa Novikov left a message for you at the Pack House. She somehow got to your uncle and is keeping him hostage.”

Rage rose in Nora’s chest. Fucking Inessa Novikov. When would that bitch just leave her alone? A growl escaped her throat.

“Who’s Inessa Novikov?” Ulf asked.