“It was no problem at all. From what I’ve heard and seen the Vargar men are too stubborn to notice when they’re sick or need help,” Freya looked over the rim of her mug as she took another swig of mead. Cain lightly chuckled and turned his head to look at the bonfire.
“Would you like to dance with me?” Cain asked tentatively after a brief moment of silence. His eyes were a bright red at this point and Freya took in a little gasped breath when she noticed. The nerves were building in her gut and the mead wasn’t strong enough to completely erase that.
“I don’t know how to dance like,” she looked around the hundreds of dancers surrounding them and grinding on each other to the heavy music, “like that,” she whimpered with her eyebrows furrowed together.
“Just let the music flow through you, I’ll lead,” Cain reached out and gently grasped Freya’s hand then pulled her body close to his. She sighed at the physical contact between them and bit her bottom lip as he wrapped his arm around her waist. Freya’s body was pressed flush against Cain’s bare chest only separated by the thin blue material she’d been dressed in.
Cain swept Freya literally off her feet as he tightened his grip around her and started to sway their bodies to the beat of the drums. True to his word he was using his own body to sway them in tandem to the music in the air. Her body was relaxed enough with her head full of a new and building heat that swaying to the rhythm only got easier as the night went on.
This was nothing like the dancing she’d known growing up. Adaryn stiff armed and calculated movements might have been enough if it was all she had ever known. But now that she was experiencing the freedom and heat of movement taught by Cain Freya never wanted to go back.
As each day progressed, she was glad she’d been given away to the people she once considered beasts. On the ground she could integrate and easily be one of them. And the way she was feeling around Cain, Freya knew she’d never find anyone to make her feel like this if for some reason she had to go back.
Aurik had tried to profess is love for her and the thought would make her cringe trying to imagine being his consort. No Adaryn noble would allow her to become queen and Freya wasn’t self-deprecating enough to be the woman behind the scenes. Even if she was the cast away, she knew it would be a shame to be used in that way. Right after his words of love Aurik had tried to have her and if she thought of that moment for too long, she might weep.
Freya would never be the warrior her sister was, and she would never be perfect daughter her parents lost, but she felt peace in knowing her newfound happiness with the Vargar would lead to peace. Everything was working out right now and with the way Cain looked down at her with heavy lidded eyes she was sure the future could only be bright.
No, they didn’t know much about each other or how this arrangement would be long term. All Freya cared for now was the warmth coursing through her and inevitably growing between the pair of them. It hadn’t started out easily for them but now there was an undeniable pull between the bird and the wolf.
Cain spun Freya around, and she landed back in his arms with her back pressed to his chest. His hands were still urging her hips to move with the music and the hardness of his muscles against her were nearly driving her feral with urges she’d never fathomed before.
One of his hands trailed up her right side and Freya felt Cain testing the feel of her light downy feathers against the back of her neck. Her body began to tremble in his arms when he leaned his head down to inhale her scent with his nose pressed against the back of her ear. The feeling of his hot breath against the back of her neck was going to send her mind soaring into the sky.
“Freya,” Cain’s chest rumbled against her back as his husky voice whispered her name. Her body shook against him in response and there was no stopping the moan that slipped past her lips. At her moan his body stiffened against her and they stopped swaying to the music together.
“Let’s go somewhere a bit quieter,” Cain suggested while turning Freya around to face him. She could see his beast swirling for control in his eyes. All she could do was nod her head lightly in response to the man towering over her small frame.
As Cain began to lead Freya away from the dancing Vargar around the bonfire she didn’t even notice Vistra sitting in the distance smirking after them with a highly triumphant glint in her eyes. The Wolfmother didn’t hide her admiration of Freya and how badly she wanted this union to work, seeing them slip off together in the dark was a good omen in her eyes.
Cain led Freya away from the noise of the camp into the edge of the forest. He held her hand the entire time they walked and kept her close to his side as they moved at a brisk pace. By now the mead was starting to wear off and nerves were budding once more in Freya’s belly. She couldn’t deny the excitement that was also being aroused within her.
They stopped walking once they reached a patch of forest clear of underbrush. A stream was quietly trickling nearby, and the calm silence was breathing a tranquil feeling over Freya. She looked up and saw the stars shining luminously down on the couple through the cracks in the treetops. The chill of the night was able to easily reach her here without a raging fire burning nearby. The cold made her body shiver violently as a breeze brushed against her.
“It’s colder out here,” she wrapped her arms around herself with not much in the way of clothing to protect her from the chill.
“Ah, I didn’t think of how cold it might be here. We can head back to the fire if you’d prefer?”
“It’s beautiful out here though,” she insisted. Her blue eyes twinkled like the stars and Cain wasn’t able to look away from her as his breath left him.
“Not as beautiful as you are,” Cain suddenly stepped forward to wrap his arms around Freya and enclose her in a warm embrace that made her limbs feel like jelly.
“Cain,” she could only manage to whimper out his name as her body sank back against his. Again, she felt his nose against the back of her ear as he inhaled her scent. She’d learned the Vargar had a fantastic sense of smell and they could recognize the scent of one another. It was important for them to know the scent of their mate and at this thought Freya was trembling again and this time it was not from the cold.
“No one could have prepared me for how much I’d want you. That first moment I saw you I knew you were going to be mine. Yet, the look in your eyes told me you were afraid. Please, Freya, I need to know you aren’t afraid of me,” He placed his hand under chin and lifted her face to turn her head and look up into his eyes. Her face softened as she looked at him so sincerely worried about her opinion of him. He was being so genuine with Freya and she could feel her heart start to flutter erratically in her chest.
She was overwhelmed with the need to comfort his worry that she might be afraid of him, when that was nowhere near the truth. She had feelings for him that she’d never had for anyone else. Was this how Raga had felt for Alvyna?
Freya turned in Cain’s arms and gingerly rested her head against his chest, enjoying his clean musky scent coming off of his bare skin. She wondered if inhaling his scent would do the same thing to him that it did to her.
“I’m not afraid of you, Cain,” she reached up and ran her fingers along the scruff growing on his chin before placing her hands on the sides of his face. This boost of confidence was surprising her, but Freya felt too comfortable with Cain to deny herself this moment with him. Maybe it was all that time she had seen him harmlessly sleeping through his fever that gave her this strength to act.
“You were intimidating when I first saw you of course, you were covered in blood and carrying a carcass towards me. Let’s add the fact that chicks are taught from a young age that the wolves are monstrous beasts, and yet I didn’t feel that. Somehow in my bones I knew it would be okay. I’ve never felt like this with anyone else,” before she could finish that thought Cain had crashed his lips down onto Freya’s.
His scruff scraped against her face, but she liked the rough feeling as he ravaged her mouth with h
is own. In one swift movement Cain lifted Freya up off the ground holding her as if she weighed no more than a single feather. She was pressed hard against him as he continued to discover her mouth and she let him, learning along with him as their tongues began to dance together. The feeling was new and exciting as Freya experienced a new level of passion she’d never witnessed before. Aurik would never have been able to make her feel this way.
“I want to make you mine Freya,” Cain pulled back breathless looking down at the small Adaryn in his arms.
“I’m already yours, Cain,” that was all the invitation he needed to bring his mouth back down onto hers. Their lips locked, and Freya let him have all the power over her as he squished her against his body as if he would be able to make them one being.
Freya meant what she said. After all she had accepted Cain’s offering and that was all she needed to have to know that they were together. It didn’t matter to her if the Adaryn ceremony still happened or not. If they were married in the eyes of the Vargar then he could have all of her. She wanted, needed, him to have all of her.
Freya’s heart was thudding noisily in her ears. She realized at this moment she was more nervous than she’d ever been for anything else in her life. Not even when she was first being brought to the Vargar had she felt this weak in the knees
Freya pulled back from Cain and abruptly grabbed him by the hand to lead him back to the tent. Cain moved slowly realizing the momentousness of what this night held for them. The stars were shining down on them and Freya could feel the chill of the air against her skin with no hint of warmth. There was only the bite of winter in the air. In the distance the Vargar cheered and the dull hum of music was thrumming through the night.
Freya crossed into the edge of the camp one slow footstep at a time with Cain at her side as they walked unbothered towards their tent. It was almost eerily silent as Freya’s heart was thumping oppressively loud.
It was as though she was teetering on the edge of a canyon. They were close to doing something they could never undo. Yet, her past behind her held only pain and sorrow and now she was being led into the arms of the most sincere and genuine man she would ever know, and into a future with the Vargar she had grown up thinking to be wild savages. But this was her new family.
Freya was walking away from nothing and into the arms of everything. Once at the tent Cain tied the flap shut, this was a private moment for them to share only with one another.
Behind her Freya could hear Cain breathing deeply and shifting around. She got down to her knees before him after turning around, then she reached out. Her small fingers found the laces of his pants and she swiftly undid them and reached inside. Cain sucked in a breath at the contact he wasn’t expecting.
Cain’s member unlike anything she’d ever seen before. It was thick and long, if she laced her hands together around it her fingers her fingers would barely overlap. Freya reached up to touch it and the motion made it jerk to life, this action set her heart fluttering and a new dampness leaking down her thighs.
Then she began to rub him up in down in one of her dainty hands. Above her, Cain was eagerly breathing in the dim light with soft grunts filling the silent tent around them. While she stroked up and down along his length her fingers were soon sticky and slick with his fluids already leaking from the tip.
Freya had learned a few new things from the Vargar she-wolves, and it was time for her to put these learnings to use. She was nervous and closed her eyes before she could lose her nerve, and then she began to lick. Placing her tongue against his shaft and dragging it up and down his length, she noticed he tasted far better than she would have thought. Perhaps his musky scent was just filling her senses as she went from the tip to the base.
Inspired by Cain’s noises that told her she was making him feel good she began to run kisses along his length, especially against the tip and spot she’d been instructed was the most sensitive.
Cain made a rumbling low growl deep in is chest and she felt a heavy hand land on her shoulder. Freya released him and hurriedly stood up when she felt him caressing the feathers on her shoulder.
It only took Cain a moment to untie the excuse for a dress wrapped around her figure. He peeled the fabric from her allowing his cool breath to brush against her skin. Gooseflesh raised on her arms and Freya could feel her feathers standing on end. Instinctively she raised her arms to cover her chest, but Cain gently wrapped his hands around her wrists and pulled them away. She stood there paralyzed and trembling.
Until she saw the look in his eyes. Those deep red eyes were starting down longingly at her as if she was the last drop of water in a barren land. There was a rush of movement and a brush of air against her chest as Cain’s head came down to breathe right in front of her.
Something warm and wet went out to tease her left nipple and Freya closed her eyes knowing his tongue was on her. And then he swept her up into his arms causing Freya to release a short gasp of breath.
Cain’s tongue was soft, tremendously flexible and warm as it traced its way along her collarbones, down her chest, and up the swell of her right breast. The tip of his tongue swirled over her nipple and she shook like a leaf ready to fall in a storm. It was more than a gentle tickle as he moved, and Freya could feel a warmth spread throughout her entire body, a feeling she’d never be able to put into words.
Freya let Cain explore her until he reached out and lifted her up by the arms before lifting her into the air. He laid down back on the bed sitting Freya with her legs beneath her on his lower stomach with her hands flat against his chest.
His staff was pressed against her lower back and then Freya paled realizing the thickness of his member and suddenly she wasn’t sure there was a way for them to continue. There was no way that was going to fit.
“Cain,” she whimpered softly, unable to find the words. “I don’t know if we can… I mean, surely, we can’t… I want to, but it’s too big…”
Cain only chuckled and reached up to undo the braids in her hair letting it fall freely around her back and shoulders, his powerful fingers massaging her scalp briefly. She closed her eyes and his hand moved down to caress the skin of her cheek.
“You’re so beautiful, little bird,” he stated before placing a hand between her breasts and pushing her back to rest against his thighs before pulling her down to his mouth. Now her the back of her legs were against his shoulders. She felt dreadfully exposed to him, but even that feeling held a secret excitement. His hands closed over her thighs and Freya’s breath quickened in anticipation.
Cain’s tongue darted out to tease her slit, and she cried out in surprise. He found her wet center and instead of the light teasing across her chest this was a forceful pressure. His strong tongue snuck between her lips smoothly, and then it began to flick around inside her. He was stroking her inner walls making her shudder and gasp. It moved playfully, darting up and down.
Now his tongue teased her entrance, running down her lips before burrowing back into the very core of Freya making her squirm. The tension began to leave her shoulders as she relaxed against Cain’s mouth.
When his tongue withdrew, Freya felt a hollow ache of disappointment throb through her chest. Something powerful had been rising inside of her and now that it ebbed, she furrowed her brow in frustration.
“You taste so good, my little bird,” Freya looked down just in time to see Cain pulling a glistening finger from his mouth and down to her wet folds. His finger prodded gently at her entrance that was already soaking wet from the mix of her arousal and his saliva. The finger slid easily into Freya.
The feeling was nothing like his tongue, it was firm and stiff, and it filled her up completely stretching her body around it. This new feeling of pressure was muddling the thoughts in her head.
Fingers moved ever so slowly, easing into her an inch at a time and then at the same rate, moving back out swiftly. Freya had to force herself to take a deep breath and then found she was holding it, the tremble in her voic
e was audible as she let a sigh escape on an exhale. Her body shook on top of Cain’s as the constant pressure from his finger inside of her walls filled her with a pleasure she had never felt before.
They laid there for an unknown amount of time, Cain on his back against the bed, Freya on her back atop him. With a vague feeling she should be reciprocating, she reached out above her head with one hand and gripped his member. It was still shockingly hard, but now, less intimidating. Perhaps she was relaxing under his gentle and thoughtful touch.
Cain’s movements became quicker and more assured as he began to notice what made Freya react the most. His fingers corkscrewed slightly as it slipped inside her, rubbing against different parts. Those movements just intensified the pleasure causing Freya to arch her back and bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop a soft moan from escaping. Instead her bliss was escaping her in tiny sighs.
Their tent was silent except for the slick sounds of their pleasures and Freya’s little moans. She could have stayed there forever, but she knew she wanted more.
“Cain… I want to know you, all of you,” she whispered moving up into a sitting position to look down at Cain’s dark eyes. He lifted his chin and the scruff of his beard tickled her thigh causing her lip to twitch in a small smile. “I’m not afraid, but please be gentle.”
“I’ll let you have me, little bird, you can know me all you please,” and he licked her thigh slowly all while keeping eye contact before he settled back to let Freya take control. She then climbed up into a kneeling position and shimmied down Cain’s belly. His hands raised to grab her hips while she moved to his thighs and spread her legs to straddle him and trying to control the shaking in her legs the whole way.
His member twitched against her belly and Freya swallowed hard to smother her nerves. She was no longer the outcasted little nobody of the colony, Freya was going to rule at Cain’s side after their mating and she felt a surge of confidence with her new destiny in her hands.
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