Todos los capítulos de My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

SeraFenris didn’t move.Yvara’s words hung in the heavy, heated air of the den, but he completely ignored her. He kept his massive weight pressed flush against me, trapping me against the edge of the heavy oak desk. His hand was still buried inside my torn pants. Two of his thick fingers were still buried deep inside my wet core.He slowly turned his head away from the door and looked back down at me. His chest was heaving. His pale grey eyes were entirely swallowed by blown, pitch-black pupils.I stopped breathing. For a split second, I actually thought he was going to tell his second-in-command to get the fuck out and finish what he started right in front of her. The sheer, predatory dominance radiating off him made my skin burn.Instead, Fenris closed his eyes. He let out a harsh, jagged breath through his nose. The muscle in his jaw flexed so hard I thought his teeth were going to crack.He slowly pulled his hand out of my pants.The wet, slick sound of his fingers sliding out of

SeraI looked at the heavy white silk in her hands. I remembered the heavy blue dress Kane made me wear in Blackwater. The tight corset that bruised my ribs. The heavy skirts that made it impossible to run. Kane dressed me like a display piece. He dressed me like a trophy he won, wrapping me in layers to hide me away.I looked at Irina's horrified, judgmental face.I laughed. It echoed loudly in the Great Hall."Class?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. I took a slow step toward her. "Civility? You want to stand in this room and lecture me about looking like a whore, Mother?"Irina froze. The blood drained completely from her face. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. I saw the moment she remembered the guest room. Torin thrusting into her from behind while her skirt was shoved up over her ass.She quickly lowered the white dress, clutching it to her chest like a shield."I didn't think so," I said, dropping my voice so it carried a lethal edge.I turned away from her and looked at Tori

SeraI looked at the heavy oak door. I looked at the dark corners of the large room. The fire in the hearth was slowly dying down, casting long, erratic shadows across the stone walls.The immediate, suffocating fear clawed its way straight up my throat.If Mina left, I would be completely alone. If I was alone, I would have to close my eyes. And if I closed my eyes, the adrenaline would finally completely fade, and the reality of the murder would drag me under. I would see Kael standing in the shadows, his head tilted at that horrific, unnatural angle. I would hear him drowning in his own blood.I couldn't sleep alone tonight. I would absolutely lose my mind."Stay," I said.Mina stopped walking. Her hand hovered an inch away from the iron latch. She turned around, looking confused."Hmm?" "Spend the night here," I told her, trying desperately to keep my voice casual.Mina shifted her weight nervously. She pointed a finger at the mattress. "Sera, you always demand your privacy. The f

SeraI dropped the heavy wool blanket. It pooled on the floor next to the chair.I straddled his thick thighs. The thin cotton of my sleep tunic rode all the way up to my hips. My bare thighs pressed directly against the rough, dark wool of his pants. I rested my knees on the edges of his chair.He settled his hands firmly on my hips. His large thumbs rested just under my hip bones.I let out a long, shaky breath. I rested my hands flat against his broad chest. I could feel his heart beating with a slow, incredibly heavy rhythm under his grey shirt."Your feet are freezing," Fenris grunted. He felt the icy temperature of my skin pressing against his legs."The corridors are cold," I said.I looked at his face. The orange firelight cast deep shadows across his rugged features. He looked exhausted. The dark circles under his pale eyes were heavy."Why are you awake?" I asked him quietly. "You sit at this desk and sharpen a knife that is already sharp."Fenris stared at my mouth for a sec

SeraI was wearing Fenris’s clothes.The heavy, dark wool trousers were meant for a younger northern warrior, but they fit my hips tightly, and the thick grey tunic hung loosely off my shoulders. Every time I inhaled, my lungs filled with the sharp scent of mountain pine and his dark, spicy sweat. The fabric was rough against my skin, but it carried a heavy, territorial weight that made me feel completely grounded.I walked into my room and pushed the heavy oak door shut behind me.Mina was exactly where I left her, but she had kicked the thick fur blankets completely off the mattress during the night. She lay sprawled out on her back, her legs thrown wide, taking up almost the entire space. The thin fabric of her sleep tunic clung tightly to her chest. The freezing air in the room made her nipples stand at peak, pressing against the cloth like hard diamonds.She looked entirely careless. She had absolutely no worry in the world.I stared at her, and a sharp, longing ache hit the cente