Chapter 49

Shewanted to see both of them. In their own show.

Itsurely wasn't what either of them had expected, and Killik's eyes briefly met Ulfarr's, as something Louisa couldn't read passed between them. And then Ulfarr swallowed, squared his shoulders, drew in a breath.

"But — we wish for your pleasure, Louisa," he said, low. "And it grants you naught, to only witness ours."

ButLouisa's determination was only sinking deeper — yes, yes, this was what she wanted — and she shrugged, and twitched a shy-feeling smile back toward him. "Oh, I think it will grant me plenty," she replied, as lightly as she could. "But if you're really that concerned" — she felt her face heating — "is that rassja of yours still around?"

Andgods, what was she saying, was she really suggesting this? But yes, she was — and though Ulfarr only stared at her, Killik's mouth quirked into a wry little smile, and he turned and strode toward the kofi's door. To where he'd apparently stashed his pack, and after a moment's fishing inside it, he indeed produced the rassja, and held it up toward them.

Louisahuffed a shaky laugh, and gave a brief squeeze to Ulfarr's hand. "See, sweetheart?" she murmured. "I'm all set. Ready to sit back, and enjoy your show."

Ulfarr'sexpression was still searching, uneasy, but Killik shrugged, and angled a conspiratorial glance at Ulfarr's shifting eyes. "Ach, well enough," he said, with a shrug. "Undress, then, Wolf. On the fur."

Oh. He was agreeing to this, they were really doing this — and Louisa watched with intent, greedy eyes as Ulfarr slowly stripped off his clothes, and sank down onto the fur. His gaze still darting warily between Killik and Louisa, while Killik snatched for the chain from Ulfarr's discarded belt, and thrust it into Louisa's hand. "You shall yet help, woman," he ordered. "Bind his wrists for me. Carefully."

Louisaswallowed and nodded, and knelt beside Ulfarr on the fur. Drinking in the sight of him, his big powerful body, his scarred spasming cock, as he obligingly sank onto his back for her, and raised both arms over his head. Allowing her to circle the heavy chain around his wrists, winding it just the way Killik had taught her.

"I bet you won't escape this one, sweetheart," she murmured, as she double-checked his wrists, made sure it wasn't too tight. "Feel all right?"

Ulfarrjerked a nod, his eyes glimmering strange on hers, while Killik kicked off his own trousers, and then sank to his knees on the fur on Ulfarr's other side. And with a swift, graceful movement, he bent low over Ulfarr's groin, grasped his scarred, spasming cock in hand, and…

Andsucked it deep into his throat.

Louisagasped together with Ulfarr, her eyes frozen on the sight, because there was no way Killik was doing this. Smug, arrogant, angry Killik, sucking Ulfarr's huge cock almost all the way into his mouth, his lips stretched wide and tight around it. Taking it so deep he was struggling to breathe, his swallows loud and laboured — but he just kept doing it, as his fluttering eyes flicked to Ulfarr's face, and held there. WantingUlfarr to see him doing this, offering this.

Andyes, Ulfarr was watching it with stunned, transfixed eyes, holding on the sight of Killik now slowly, deliberately sliding up again. Revealing that huge, scarred, slick shaft again, easing bit by bit out of Killik's stretched sucking mouth. UntilKillik's lips released it with an obscene-sounding pop, so he could swirl around it with his long black tongue. Brazenly licking it, lavishing it, seeking deep into its dripping cleft, while it spasmed and sputtered in return, squeezing out generous spurts of that thick white seed onto Killik's lips and tongue. Kissing him in return, feeding him, marking him with his scent…

Andthen Killik sank back down again. So sudden and sharp that Ulfarr howled, his body kicking and thrashing, his big arms straining against the chain. His eyes held rapt and glittering on the sight, on the truth of his favourite pup swallowing him whole, burying him full and deep into his throat.

Andperhaps Killik was just putting on a show, or maybe this was even another test for Louisa, another challenge. But as Killik kept going, gouging Ulfarr again and again into his throat, Louisa could only keep staring, while the ache and the craving burned hard and hot in her belly. Caught in the intensity of this, the reckless ardour of it, the way it felt almost like… like adoration, like worship. LikeKillik would single-handedly, single-mindedly suck out his wolf's soul, and beg him for more.

AndUlfarr needed it just as much, his body shuddering all over, his eyes wild and frenzied, his breath escaping in deep, shaky groans. As his arms yanked harder against the chain, as if he wanted to stop Killik, to take Killik, to offer up anything and everything Killik ever wanted…

"Are you — all right, sweetheart?" Louisa gasped at Ulfarr, without at all meaning to. "Still good?"

Ulfarr'snod was instant, fervent, though his body kept spasming, his eyes almost pleading on Louisa's face. As if he'd liked her talking, he wanted her talking, and after a brief, searching glance at Killik's glinting eyes — he didn't look disapproving, did he? — Louisa drew in a shaky breath, and caressed a hand down Ulfarr's sweaty chest.

"Then breathe, sweetheart," she said, through her own too-dry throat. "In, and out."

Ulfarrchoked and nodded, and dragged in his next breath with her — and then exhaled with her, too. And yes, yes, it was already soothing him, settling him, bringing more awareness back to his frantic eyes, so Louisa kept going. Shifting down to lie against his side, breathing with him, stroking his chest, and even pressing a brief kiss to his sweaty cheek.

"Good, sweetheart," she murmured. "So good. You're so handsome when you're having your cock sucked, aren't you?"

Andoh, the way Ulfarr moaned at that, his nostrils flaring — and Killik might have groaned too, burying that huge heft deeper into his throat. Enough that Louisa drew in more breath, drew up from the fur beneath her, and pressed another lingering kiss to Ulfarr's hot cheek. "So good, sweetheart," she said again, husky. "So strong and powerful, when you're filling up your favourite pup's throat like this. Making him choke on you."

Ulfarrgroaned as his hips reflexively bucked up, his fervid eyes glimmering on Killik's face. On where Killik was looking dazed, too, even gagging a little as Ulfarr gouged deeper into his throat. And a bizarre, brazen part of Louisa slid her hand downward, and caressed it against Killik's silken hair, now slightly slipping from his topknot.

"And your pup is so good too, isn't he?" she whispered toward Ulfarr, and when he fervently nodded, she pressed another lingering kiss to his cheek. "Then why don't you tell him so? Use your tongue when he's using his, remember?"

Shehalf-expected Ulfarr to balk, or refuse — but he only jerked a nod, and bucked up harder into Killik's mouth. "A-ach," he gasped. "So — so good, pup. So tight. So sweet."

Killik'smoan was low but unmistakable, his glittering eyes holding raw and needy to Ulfarr's face. Wanting more, yes, and Ulfarr surely caught that, gulping in more breath. "So good, pup. Always so good, with your clever mouth, your hot tight throat. And your pretty form, and your swiftness and ease, and your sharp words and quick smile. You are — I am —"

Killik'sbreath choked, his eyes snapped very wide, and Ulfarr heaved for air, hauled it in as if he was drowning — and then his body quaked all over, his voice a roaring bellow, his hips thrusting up hard into Killik's mouth. And oh, Louisa could see his thick shaft pulsing as he poured out into Killik, as Killik braced himself, and took it. SuckingUlfarr even harder, drawing down deep desperate gulps of him, as his eyes fluttered closed, his groans hot and harsh and helpless.

FinallyUlfarr sagged heavily back against the fur, his shaft visibly softening in Killik's mouth. And only then did Killik carefully draw off him, leaving him slack and shiny, with long, new reddened scrapes that must have been from Killik's teeth.

Butif it hurt, Ulfarr showed no sign of it, only blinking at Killik with hazy, awestruck eyes. "So good, pup," he whispered. "Always so, so good to me."

Killik'seyes briefly dropped, his face flushing — but then Louisa could see him squaring his shoulders, drawing in that strength through his breath. And without warning, he roughly pushed Ulfarr onto his side facing Louisa, and then sank down onto the fur behind him. Now shoving up one of Ulfarr's legs, so he could lurch closer behind him, line himself up, and…

Ulfarrarched and stiffened, his eyes rolling back, his breaths heaving through his chest. WhileKillik huffed a low, shaky laugh, curving his arm against Ulfarr's front, pulling him tighter — and oh, that was the sound of skin slapping skin, in time with Killik's steady bucking hips. MakingUlfarr shudder and gasp again, his big body taut and straining, his eyes catching, brief and urgent, on Louisa's face.

Italmost felt panicked again, like Ulfarr was sure she would judge him, with Killik now pumping rhythmically behind him, and doing… this. Ploughing him, filling him, owning him, while he quivered and gasped and… took it. Gave it. Offered it. And there was something in that, something deep and powerful, especially when Killik's hand groped behind them on the fur, and then thrust something toward Louisa's face. Therassja.

"Thought you wished for this, woman," he hissed, his voice hitching with his thrusts. "Strip to your loincloth, and use it. Let him see it."

Louisacould only shiver and nod, her hunger now wheeling and swerving, almost too powerful to bear — and with shaky hands, she yanked off the dress and shift she'd still been wearing, and tossed them aside. And then she sank onto the fur facing Ulfarr again, raising her leg to mirror his, and settled the rassja's cool head against her slick heat, just where she craved it most…

Andon Killik's next hard thrust, she sank the rassja inside, fast and smooth and deep. Gasping as it opened her, invaded her, filled her and owned her, just as Killik was doing to Ulfarr.

Andoh, gods, Ulfarr was watching it, his expression twisting at the sight of it, because — Louisa's eyes darted downwards — oh. He himself was soft again, slack again. Even as he kept arching, kept groaning, kept offering them his beautiful body, and his stunning, aching pleasure.

"So good, sweetheart," Louisa gulped, holding the rassja in place with one hand, as her other hand stroked his sweaty cheek. "So handsome, and so strong, and so — so generous. Giving us such gifts. Letting us enjoy you like this."

Ulfarr'sbreath choked, his eyes glimmering on her face, so Louisa kept stroking, shuddering at the feel of his solid stone circling against her, grinding in with the steady slaps of Killik's hips. "So generous," she said again, between her dragging breaths. "Letting us have the Wolf of the Skai, all to ourselves. Giving yourself over to us, offering up your gorgeous body to us, showing us how lovely and kind you are. How you won't ever, ever harm us."

Ulfarrchoked again, juddering to sudden stillness all over, as his eyes snapped wider on hers. And wait, now even Killik had faltered behind him, shoving up so he could blink down at Ulfarr's face. At where Ulfarr's mouth was quivering, oh gods, almost as if he might — weep. As if — as if Louisa had just stumbled on something… new.

How you won't ever, ever harm us, she'd said.

Andthat — meant something to Ulfarr. Something important. And as Louisa blinked at his shimmering eyes, his trembling mouth, even the chain binding his wrists, the awareness of it seeped into her, quiet and certain and sad. The chain wasn't just about Ulfarr wanting to be desired, the way she'd thought. It wasn't just about him finding relief apart from his guilt.

Itwas also about… his fear. His fear that he would harm the people he cared for. His fear, perhaps, that he was still… a monster.

Andmaybe — maybe being chained like this was a way to shut that fear away. To… escape it, and forget it. To prove that even for a moment, he was weak, he was harmless, he was… safe.

I had no intent, cannot bear to bring more shame, more harm, more blood and wrath and death…

Louisa'sthroat spasmed, and she fervently stroked at him, held his glimmering eyes with hers. "You won't ever, ever harm us," she whispered. "You won't. Because you're such a good, strong, generous Wolf. You're so devoted to your kin, and so committed to caring for them. You're such a good father, and such a good partner to Killik, too. You are."

Ulfarrrapidly shook his head, his eyes urgent and pleading on hers. Saying he wasn't, he wasn't — and in a shaky flare of movement, Louisa fumbled up for his bound wrists, and yanked at the chain. But her fingers were too weak, too useless, and yes, that was Killik's hand, slipping steady against hers, snapping apart the latch. ReleasingUlfarr's hands, so Louisa could draw one down, and… kiss it. Kiss his palm, his fingers, his sharp, drawn-in claws, trailing her tongue slow and deliberate against them.

"You won't ever, ever harm us, Wolf," she whispered, holding his raw, watching eyes. "You won't. We know you. Wetrust you."

Ulfarrattempted to shake his head again, but oh, that was Killik leaning in closer behind him, kissing with sharp teeth at his straining neck. "Ach, we trust you, Wolf," he said. "Have always, always trusted you."

Ulfarrshuddered all over, his eyes still disbelieving on Louisa's face. On where she was still kissing his claws, one by one, and then — in another shaky movement — shoving his hand down between her thighs. Down to where the rassja had almost fully slipped out of her, and she pushed it into his fingers, and guided it back toward her again. And yes, yes, its hard stone nudge was already so careful, so gentle, opening her up slow and smooth, sinking its way inside.

"See?" she breathed, her eyes fluttering at the feel of it, the truth of it — and she even raised her trembling hand again, slipped a slick finger into Ulfarr's mouth. Watched his eyes shift as he sucked it, as he carefully tongued it, kept it away from his teeth — and when she attempted to move it, to maybe cut her skin on one of his sharp fangs, he drew the finger deeper into his throat, trapping it in place. Because he wouldn't let her hurt herself, he wouldn't give her pain, he wouldn't. And she needed to help him face that, just as he'd helped her face so much, too.

"You won't hurt us, Ulfarr of ClanSkai," she breathed, promised, to his shifting, watching eyes. "You won't. Ever."

Thatwas another attempt at shaking his head, even as Louisa felt something… stirring, against her hip. He was stirring, that slack bulge at his groin already swelling again, thickening and lengthening — and oh, that was Killik's hand, slipping around to stroke at it, to pump it fuller, to squeeze out that slippery white seed. And then stroking the seed up and down, too, coating Ulfarr with it, making him shiny and slick and dripping, so he could…

Oh. Ohhh. Yes. AndLouisa met Killik's eyes, felt the silent understanding flick between them — and then she twisted herself around, onto her side. Facing away from Ulfarr, her back to his heaving chest, her arse facing his groin. Facing that wet, hard length in Killik's hand, already plumbing its smooth rounded head into Louisa's crease, seeking her tight resisting ring, ordering her to open for its ploughing…

Butthen — Ulfarr. Ulfarr's hand, catching Killik's, yanking it away. BecauseUlfarr wouldn't let Killik hurt her, either, and he was already easing himself backwards, away from her, no — and Louisa frantically clutched at him, at his hand, drawing it around her. Pressing it against the rassja still filling her in front, as she ground herself back against that slick dangerous head prodding in behind.

"Please, Ulfarr," she gasped. "Please, grant me your strong Skai ploughing. On both your perfect Skai cocks."

Ulfarr'smoan was hot and ragged, his hand spasming against her thigh, but she could still feel his resistance, the strength of his concern. "But this shall be — too much," he choked. "I do not wish to — hurt you, Louisa."

Butnow it was Louisa shaking her head, brazenly pushing herself back further, willing herself to soften, to open. "You won't," she whispered. "I trust you, Wolf. I want this from you, and I trust you to give it to me. Now."

Hegroaned again, low and desperate, as his slick prodding flesh gave a sustained spasm against her — but oh, gods, yes, that was it. His warm, alive cock shifting, gently pressing, opening her, sinking its way into her, as Louisa gasped and writhed and nodded, and shoved back more. Needing more, more, even with that massive fullness still jammed in front, too. It was so full, so tight, so utterly, impossibly overwhelming, swallowing all her awareness, all her senses. Coiling it down to all his sheer staggering power plunging into her, filling her, anchoring her on its slow stabbing strength.

"More," she gasped. "All the way. Please. Now."

Ulfarrgroaned again, his hand shuddering against her front, against where he was just holding that rassja inside her. But he didn't move any faster, didn't listen to her command, just kept slowly sinking, his face now buried deep into her neck, his breath dragging deep. As if he was… scenting her, scenting for pain, keeping her safe.

Itwas so much, too much, everywhere, everything, and Louisa was fully babbling now, begging him, pleading for more, faster, harder. But he still didn't listen, only easing in so slow, so careful, until his hips finally pressed against her, his huge cock shuddering deep inside. Both of his cocks buried deep inside, oh gods, both of them consuming her, breaking her, flashing her full of something reckless and rampant, more, more, more —

"Plough me," she gasped. "Please, Ulfarr, please, Wolf, please."

Sheonly vaguely heard Killik's laugh behind them, husky and approving. "Ach, mark that sweet begging, Wolf," he said. "I ken she can bear it. AndI wish to witness both your pricks ploughing her. Making her scream for you."

Ulfarrgroaned again, and oh, yes, please, he was slightly drawing back, out of her, away — but his press back inside was still so slow, so gentle. Taking his time, taking such care with her, even as Killik hissed behind him, and that slapping of hips sharpened again, rising up loud and sloppy between them. "Harder, Wolf," Killik ordered. "Fuck her."

ButUlfarr didn't listen, didn't obey. Just kept up that slow, deliberate pace, now sliding so sweetly in and out, and keeping her full in front, while Louisa writhed and moaned and begged upon it. Sinking deeper into the sheer sensation of it, the stark sweeping power of it, the certainty of it. Ulfarr was filling her, fucking her, making her his in every way possible, and he was doing it his way. Even as he opened her so wide, consumed her, he was keeping her safe. He was the Wolf, he was utterly in control, she could trust him, she was safe, she was whole —

Thebliss blared and burst without warning, flashing white wheeling chaos behind Louisa's eyes, tearing from her mouth in a shrill, desperate shout. Her entire body thrilling and thrashing on the power of the stone and flesh inside her, so hard there was no control, no consciousness, just reckless crashing ecstasy. And yes, yes, now Ulfarr was shouting too, his voice a shaky roar into Louisa's throat, his body surging out deep inside her, flooding her with streams of molten heat. WhileKillik's hiss felt like a fizzing scraping burn, breaking into a low strangled moan behind them, and then the rapid, rhythmic gulps of his swallows.

Louisacouldn't follow, not even when Ulfarr carefully slid the rassja out of her, and then drew her closer back against his sweaty, heaving chest. His softened body still nudged inside her, but suddenly Louisa couldn't bear to lose it — and when she shoved back a little harder, needing, unthinking, Ulfarr only tucked her tighter, pressing a soft, sweet kiss against the side of her hot neck.

"Good, Louisa," he murmured. "This was so good. So sweet."

Louisashuddered all over, pressed back further against him, because while the words sounded vaguely familiar — like something she'd once said to him, maybe — they felt so bare and new, quivering low and powerful in her belly. "It was — all you," she whispered. "You giving us this, Wolf. Keeping us safe."

Ulfarrslightly stilled behind her, but didn't immediately reply — and Louisa twisted a little sideways, enough to see his face. To drink up the flush in his cheeks, the glint in his eyes, the convulsive swallow in his throat. And — and the way Killik's mouth was buried deep in his neck, sucking, drinking, surely enough to be painful.

ButUlfarr's hand had only slipped up and back, sinking into Killik's messy hair, as his eyes kept holding, glimmering, on Louisa's face. As if wanting to hear her say it again. As if… as if he might almost, almost believe it.

Andthat — that had been the entire damned point, hadn't it? AndLouisa fought through her cloudy thoughts, fought to hold her hazy eyes on his intent watching face. "You did this, Ulfarr of ClanSkai," she breathed. "You gave us this pleasure, this — this power. And you made this — safe. You showed us, again, how much we can trust you."

Itglimmered again in Ulfarr's watching eyes, because it was true, it was. And he had to smell it, he had to feel it, he had to know. "I trust you, Ulfarr of ClanSkai," Louisa whispered. "You, and your favourite pup, too. You're such a good Wolf, such a good Skai, and I'm so, so lucky to have had these ten nights with you."

Thetruth of it shuddered through her, prickled and pooled behind her eyes, and even streaked down her cheeks. Foolish, foolish, but there was no judgement in Ulfarr's eyes, as his gentle hand slid up, wiped at her wet cheek. "The blessing is all mine, Louisa of ClanSkai," he murmured back. "I thank you, for the great gift of this time with you. You have brought me such kindness. Such… peace."

Louisarapidly nodded, as more water streaked down her cheeks. And oh, gods, she was weeping, because maybe she couldn't bear to say goodbye after all, not yet. Not after this, not when they were still so close, and she wasn't going to beg them, she wasn't…

Butthen behind Ulfarr, Killik — sighed. Groaned. Rolled his eyes. And then reached around Ulfarr, and jabbed Louisa with his claw. "Ach, enough weeping, woman," he said, though his voice sounded husky, too. "You have done well, these past nights. AndI ken" — he raised a brow toward her — "mayhap I could grant you a few more. If — if — you keep behaving for me."

Louisafroze, jerked up, stared at Killik's face, at the wry little smile on his red-streaked mouth. "AndI mean behave, you vexing harpy," he added. "AndI shall not grant you the rest of your coin until we are done, either."

Butgods, Louisa couldn't even bear the thought of coin right now, because this meant — this meant she'd proven it. Hadn't she? And now, Killik was giving her another chance. Another challenge. Beyond the ten nights, beyond the contract, into something… new.

AndUlfarr knew it too, twisting around to smile at Killik, drawing his head down for a slow, succulent kiss. His tongue twining, surely tasting himself on Killik's mouth, as a low, contented groan rumbled through his chest.

"Thank you, pup," Ulfarr said, so soft. "And you shall now stay here with me, ach? Both of you."

Stay, both of you. And surely he only meant the night, surely — but Louisa's breath still caught, and her eyes again met Killik's, the awareness crackling between them. Ulfarr wanted them to stay. Both of them.

"Good," Ulfarr murmured now, with another brief kiss to Killik's lips, before he turned to face Louisa again. Gathering her close into his arms, his strength, his peace. "Now sleep, my pups."

Sleep. His pups. His. Hers. And with a breath and a shudder, Louisa curled up closer against his warm steady safety, and slept.