Freya lifted herself up on her knees as tall as she could go, with Cain’s hand holding the base of the shaft they moved together to place the round tip of his member against her wetness. After a deep breath, she began to sink down onto it.
The head slipped into her and almost immediately she was filled up with him. The pain from the sudden entrance was eased from his earlier affections on her. At first, she couldn’t take it all in, but after a shift in her position it felt a lot better and Cain slipped even further into her. He grunted and grit his teeth together breathing heavily, but never taking his eyes off Freya. It was obvious he was trying to control himself from bucking his hips up underneath her.
For the briefest of moments, Freya was unable to move as she was paralyzed with the realization of what she was doing. What she was doing with Cain, a supposed savage. But the Vargar were no savages, and neither was he. If this was being savage, then Freya didn’t want to be tamed.
With her hands on his chest, Freya could feel Cain’s heart beating in time with hers as she gently rocked up and down on his shaft as they joined and became one. They were physically loving each other, soaring to great heights together. She began to roll her hips back and forth just a little with her rocking.
Even just that barest addition to motion had her cheeks flaming and her heartbeat going more erratic than it already was. Cain’s length still wasn’t fully inside her, but she didn’t think she could take in anymore. Just what was already filling her was more than enough. It was filling her and rubbing her inside and out. The pressure and warmth of him was combined in a mix of sensation that took over her mind.
“Cain!” she shouted, not caring if anyone in the camp heard her, “Cain, oh sky above me, Cain please,” she whimpered.
“Freya, yes, you’re doing so good,” he rumbled up from beneath her with his jaw tight. He still hadn’t moved as he let Freya control their mating, so he didn’t hurt or frighten her. And then there were no more words, just their longing connection to have each other fully. Something pulling their hearts closer together.
Freya bounced faster and faster, rolling her head back while picking up a new cadence on Cain’s shaft. The smell of Freya was beginning to fog Cain’s mind, along with the wetness on her thighs and tight places pulling at him. His hands squeezed her hips and she sucked in a breath. Then he was rolling along with her no longer able to hold himself still for her safety. Her head was rolling around in ecstasy.
The sight of her riding him was getting unbearable for Cain. She was so tight on his member and weighed next to nothing as she worked herself on him. A rumbling growl was starting up in Cain’s chest, and his nails were starting to lengthen into claws.
Suddenly, and without slipping out, Cain flipped Freya onto her back on the bed with his form now covering her completely. He settled down between her thighs and moved himself deep inside Freya. She cried out and her hands flew up to grip Cain’s shoulders as he started to thrust in her, gently at first.
Freya could feel something approaching, some last and wonderful feeling building in her core, and she was ready for it. She knew in her bones that she needed this moment as if it would keep her alive.
And then she threw her head back into the pillow as it finally hit her, an overwhelming heat that blasted sensations into her. The feeling was so pleasurable she thought her mind was going to leave her permanently. Any and all speech was stolen from her, only the ability to cry out with wordless joy was left.
Cain followed her, reaching his limit while she squeezed tightly on his shaft. A deep beastly growl tore from his throat and out between his lips. His clawed fingers bit into the blankets beneath them as his member started to twitch and finish inside of Freya. Immediately, she was filled with him as he spurted out his release inside her.
With a final sigh Freya collapsed onto Cain’s chest. He pulled her to curl up comfortably at his side with her head tucked into the hollow under his chin. They were breathing hard and Freya was more tired than she’d been in her entire life.
“Little bird,” Cain whispered playfully against Freya’s hair, “My little bird. You’re so wonderful.”
As Freya’s breath began to return to normal, she thought that she could lay here like this in Cain’s arms forever. While still sweaty and stuck together the new couple quickly fell into the clutches of sleep.
Chapter 11
She knew she was dreaming. The air whipping her hair around her face and the feeling of wind beneath phantom wings was a dead giveaway. Yet, how could she deny the euphoric sensations that overwhelmed her senses. It was instinct to be in the sky, as natural as breathing.
Freya looked down at the tops of the trees below, watching them brush against each other in the breeze she was cutting through with ease. Flying was pure ecstasy and it was an unfamiliar pleasure to move miles above the ground. Wind whistled past her ears and tears began to brim in her eyes. Would she ever be whole without this feeling? Without the act her people were made for? How does one live without flying?
It was well past noon by the time Freya awoke. She didn’t even realize it was so late, but the sounds of the bustling camp outside made her think she’d missed the chance to break her fast from the night. And then she began thinking about the night.
Something amazing had happened between Freya and Cain. A moment in time that would change their lives forever. Perhaps for the first time in history an Adaryn and Vargar were officially together. She was making history with Cain, and it felt so good to do so.
Well if she needed proof, he didn’t hate her, she had it. Freya was sore, and her legs wobbled dangerously as she got up from the bed. It didn’t pass her attention that Cain was already gone for the morning, but with the endurance he had she figured he went for another run in the morning. It was good for her to have this time to herself to think, she thought.
Freya was careful to wash and clean herself thoroughly. The thought that all the Vargar in camp would be able to smell Cain on her skin made her cheeks turn bright red in embarrassment. She didn’t want anyone to smell what they’d been up to all night, that was if they hadn’t already heard everything.
The music and signing had been loud, but with everything Cain had done to her she must have been much louder. By the time she was dressed and presentable her face was already flushed due to the memories that were clouding her mind. And she was very eager to see Cain again.
Their relationship had changed so quickly, unlike anything Freya had ever experienced. It was giving her the most fantastic feelings she’d had in her whole life. Even now it made her heart race to think about being in his arms again.
Aurik had tried to have her after professing his love on one of the worst nights of her life. She knew she would never have been able to reciprocate his feelings. It wasn’t unusual for a noble or royal to have a sort of concubine, very rare but not unacceptable. That’s the only thing she ever could have been for him. Adaryn society would never accept her as his wife or queen, they never accepted her as one of them at all. What did they need with a broken thing? Her colony was revolted by her. Not having wings marked as more of an outcast than any criminal could have ever been.
Freya hadn’t asked to be a sick child with deformed wings. She didn’t ask for them to be surgically removed and mark her as an outcast to the people she was supposed to belong to. For most of her life she thought it would have been better for that sickness to take her. Perhaps it would have been for the best.
Yet, had that happened she wouldn’t have been given the chance to meet Cain, Vistra, or any of the Vargar she now adored. They had found her curious but, in the end, delighted at how she could fit in so well with them. Freya was on the ground with them, all on equal footing. There had been no savagery towards her that would lead her to think she would be unwelcome.
Well, there had been Vistra’s brother. Ivar had called her a runt, that stung. She couldn’t really say he was wrong though. Yes, she was the throwaway for the Adaryn. The one they were m
ore than willing to sacrifice.
Slap a title on her father’s name in honor of her sister and they had a noble’s daughter to give away. It made her skin crawl to think of the council members staring at her back in the market. They must have been conspiring for some time. Everything had fallen into place for them so perfectly. They get rid of their outcast and live out the rest of their peaceful lives in the sky.
Freya scoffed as she thought about them. Alvyna had been right, they were staring at her. Their disturbed thoughts leading them to sacrifice a broken thing to a pack of hungry wolves. But these wolves were no danger to her.
When she left the tent, she was slapped in the face with an excruciatingly cold wind. Winter wasn’t supposed to start yet and it felt as though they were in the midst of the season. She glanced up to the sky to see it littered with dark roiling clouds heavy with rain. The trees around the camp were swaying dangerously under the pressure of the wind.
In the distance, back in the direction of the Adaryn colony, Freya could just see the bodies of soldiers. That must be where the Valkyrie were. At this distance they looked like mere flecks against the darkened clouds, she didn’t think the Vargar would be able to see them at all.
If she guessed their trajectory correctly, they were heading in the direction of the Vargar camp. Her chest clamped tightly with disappointment to think that. After all she was ready to leave that world behind her for good. A future with Cain was too appealing and thinking of her past only caused a deep ache in her being.
It felt as though she couldn’t move as she stood in place outside the tent. Her eyes not leaving the flecks in the sky. And she was now certain they were absolutely heading this way.
She had been warned they were going to check on her. Of course, not because they actually worried for her safety. No, they wanted to make sure that their peace treaty was safe. Those nobles didn’t want the citizens they really cared about to be in any trouble moving into the future.
As long as their sacrifice was still intact, they could sleep easily in their nests at night.
How quickly she had turned against her own people. Especially now that she could see clearly, they had conspired to give her up as soon as they could. Her sister never would have allowed this. Raga would have drawn her sword against the colony for Freya. She’d had more love for Freya than even their parents.
Once their father became a noble, he was able to drop his façade that he cared for Freya and gave her away. He hadn’t for a moment looked remorseful. No tears were shed for Freya as they had been for Raga. But still she would never envy Raga for that. Not of the one person who truly loved her unconditionally. More than their parents ever had or would.
They had cared for Freya out of principal. It was their duty as parents to raise her and see her cared for, but their love was mainly reserved for Raga. The strong and beautiful warrior that could bring them great honor. Lonan now had that great honor. All it took was him losing both of his daughters, one he gave up all too willingly.
Freya hoped he wasn’t a part of the flock now flying in their direction. She wasn’t sure if she could look him in the eyes anymore. It felt like her father had betrayed her, and she wanted nothing to do with him. Give an Adaryn a pretty cloak and a new home, and they’ll hand over their only surviving child.
The Vargar were so different and it warmed her heart to know that she’d continue her life with them. They were no monsters as the Adaryn thought they were. Perhaps they were better.
Wolves took the family seriously, and all children were a treasure gifted by the Moon. They raised their families as one massive community, and from what they told her they had no real societal structures like the Adaryn did. The Wolfmother knew all of her people and interacted with each individual as much as she could. Even when her mate died that hadn’t stopped her from being the leading pillar the pack needed.
After what felt like too long a time staring into the sky while standing in the cold, Freya decided she should go speak to Vistra and let her know that she had spotted the Adaryn flock heading their way. They might want to prepare for their arrival.
As she walked through the camp, she tried not to think of the smirks teasingly tossed her way. The entire camp had to know that Cain had taken her as his official mate now. Freya attempted to walk with purpose to the fire pit, so no one could potentially stop her to talk. A blush was already spreading across her cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the cold.
Vistra was huddled close to the fire surrounded by several of her best warriors. They had their heads bent in deep discussion, and the serious expressions on their faces sent a chill up Freya’s spine and she could feel her feathers rustling uneasily on the back of her neck. Did they know the Adaryn were coming already?
When Vistra spotted Freya walking in their direction her dark eyes opened wide followed by a massive smile. That genuine smile quickly turned into a knowing smirk, and Freya’s feet slowed from her quick pace. Oh, how quickly word spread in the camp. One thing the birds and wolves had in common, everyone loved to gossip.
“Little bird come join us by the fire on this cold day,” Vistra swept her arm back gesturing to the roaring flames at her back. The orange light flickered across her red hair and it looked like she was wearing the flames.
“I see a flock heading this way,” Freya spilled out quickly.
“Oh, really now?” Vistra leaned back away from the warriors surrounding her. One of her eyes quirked up in question, but there was no concern for the Adaryn heading their way.
“Yes, based on their trajectory and the power of the wind I assume they’ll be here before nightfall,” Freya wrung her hands together nervously. After the night she had with Cain she didn’t want to see any of her former people. That and the looks she was getting from the Vargar were driving her mad. All eyes on her were full of knowing, reading her like a book. Or perhaps they could still smell it on her. Smell Cain on her.
“I suppose they’ll be coming for more of their droning speeches. Damn, can they talk about nothing for hours,” Vistra rolled her eyes and stretched her shoulders before standing up, “I’m going for a run before they get here. Moon knows they’ll stress me out.”
“Should we get a meal ready for them?” one warrior questioned.
“No, they’ll wrinkle their noses at anything we offer them. Just keep the fire going and keep an eye on where they’re coming from,” Vistra turned to the spot in the sky Freya had pointed out. She squinted her eyes trying to see them but Adaryn eyes were better at long distance sighting. The Wolfmother pursed her lips in a sort of frown before removing her cloak and heading to the line of trees marking the forest closer to the edge of the canyon.
As Vistra was only a short distance from the trees a group of Vargar wolves burst through the underbrush of the forest and into the clearing of the temporary camp. Most of the wolves kept running into the heart of the camp, but one slowed to talk to the Wolfmother. A massive wolf with fur such a dark red it almost appeared black in the dim light of such a cloudy day. Freya knew that it was Cain.
It was the first time she had seen him in his fur and the sight took her breath away. If he decided to stand up on his hind legs he would easily tower over the tallest tent in the clearing. From here Freya could see his glistening sharp fangs as he opened his maw to communicate, and his clawed paws ending in dangerous talons that could rip her to shreds in a few measly seconds.
Her body trembled as she looked at him in this form. But it wasn’t in fear, no never fear of Cain. It was as though her body was physically reacting to the incredibly pure power that emanated off him. His dark fur rustled in the breeze and Freya was overcome with an urge to touch him, to feel his wolf.
As if he could sense her eyes on him, Cain’s dark red eyes turned away from his mother and instantly found Freya standing by the fire pit. A body shaking shiver crept up her spine as she saw Cain licking his chops in her direction as if he was thinking of eating her as his next meal. Unbidden came a deep bl
ush to her cheeks, turning her whole face bright red.
Vistra turned her head to the side and noticed that Cain was staring intently at Freya. Her shoulders shook with laughter before she pat Cain on the shoulder and continued walking into the line of greenery. As she left him alone Cain took a hesitant step in Freya’s direction. His ears went back against his head and he lowered his face to the ground. Cain must have thought that Freya would be afraid of him in his fur. That couldn’t be further from the truth.
He took her breath away.
After a few moments of them just staring at one another and Cain only taking a few more tentative steps Freya figured she’d go ahead and close the distance between them at a much faster pace than Cain was going. She knew she didn’t look like she was afraid of him, the smile on her face only grew as the space between them shrunk.
Cain must have realized that Freya was only excited to see him again, no fear visible in her glimmering blue eyes and her hand reached out in his direction. He closed the last bit of space in an excited leap towards her and Freya couldn’t contain a giggle at the sight of this massive beast who looked thrilled. If his toothy maw could smile, she was sure Cain was giving her a big wolfish smirk.
Only a brief pause could control Freya’s hand before she came in contact with the fur on Cain’s body. But she quickly overcame any last reservations and pushed her hand into the surprisingly soft fur under his chin. Cain gently pressed the side of his muzzle against Freya’s face and she giggled again at the affectionate act. But when his massive wet tongue out and licked up the side of her face and wet some of her hair she groaned loudly.
“Oh Cain, I already had a wash this morning. It’s bad enough everyone in the camp can already smell you on me,” she complained while cleaning her face with the back of her coat sleeve. Cain’s following noise sounded to be like that of a deep wolfish chuckle that reverberated through his chest.
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