All Chapters of My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian : Chapter 571 - Chapter 579

Mina"What the hell's going on downstairs?" I panted, barely glancing at Amara as I shoved past her into Sera's room.Sera sat in her chair by the window, the fire crackling in the hearth, two cups on a table in front of her.She turned to smile at me. "Afternoon, Mina.""It's not afternoon, not yet." I slammed the door behind me."But it's close enough. Close enough for the whole keep to know, that's for damn sure. Everybody fucking knows! And yesterday Kane basically called you a cheating whore, in front of everyone!""I mean, 'cheating whore' is a little dramatic...""Sera! Take this seriously!""I know what he said," she snapped. "And I know what the law says. But Mina, I'm not a cheating whore."She'd be judged by the council if they decided that. If they ruled in favor of faithlessness...She got to her feet and crossed to me, taking my hands in hers. "I mean look, the whole keep is happy for us. The cooks are roasting pigs for a feast tonight. People are congratulating us.""Th

LyraWeathered boards, split and warped with age, rough beneath my fingers. A breath of cold wind hit me as I shouldered the door open, hinges shrieking. I stepped into the gloom and a rank, musty stench hit my nose.Dust swirled in the dim shafts of light from the shutters, making my nose burn. The air inside was heavy and stale, far colder than the damp woods outside.The main room was bare and lifeless. A blackened hearth sat cold and empty. Beside it, a tiny dining table and a single chair. A doorway led to a small back room.On the table stood a cup, its contents dried into a dark, crusted scum. I lifted it and looked inside. A grey-green bloom of mould coated the cocoa's surface. The sour, rotten smell made me pull back.I set the cup down with a clatter.I walked to the doorway of the back room and stopped short. A bare cot sat in the darkened space, but it was the thing on the floor that stopped me.A cheap phone, face down, screen cracked, dead. I picked it up, and my breath

ElaraLate afternoon, the day of the feastI'll be honest with you, I didn't plan on spending the whole day in a stranger's bed. But there I was, late in the afternoon on the day of the feast, the light through his shutters going yellow, and still he hadn't let me up.I won't say I didn't enjoy myself. The furs on his bed were soft against my skin, but they still scratched the hell out of my back. And the man, well, he had more than enough stubble to go around, and it burned down my neck, along my jawline. I pulled at his hair, trying to bring him closer, push him away.It hurt where he was deepest, his cock pushing against my cervix, and it made me ache and made me wetter by the second. I couldn't separate the shock of him filling me from the throb in my clit. He'd been at me since last night and still I gasped with every thrust.My legs pulled him in even as my hands tried to push against his sweat-slick chest. I didn't know which I wanted, more of him or less. My brain couldn't kee

ElaraThe night beforeHe stood over me, his cock hard in his hand now, looking down at my open cunt. It was enormous in his fist, easily three times the size of any Southern man I'd had, Kane included.The head was thick and blunt, the shaft long and hard, veins bulging along its length.I wasn't sure it would fit inside me without tearing me. My breath caught in my throat and my thighs pressed together, but my pussy squeezed tight with need.My clit was swollen, my pussy dripping. My hips lifted off the boards on their own, toward him. I forced them back down, biting my lip to keep from whimpering."Touch yourself," he said. "Say what you're doing."I set my fingers on my clit and rubbed. "I'm touching my clit," I said, barely a whisper. "I'm rubbing my clit because I want your cock inside me.""Keep going." He wasn't even looking at my face. He was stroking himself slowly, watching my hand.I rubbed faster, my pussy clenching on nothing."What are you doing?" he said again."I'm ru

JaceIt was early afternoon on the day of the feast, and I had the whole thing worked out on the stairs. Find him somewhere quiet, sit him down, say it slow. Solid plan, if I do say so myself.I found Kane's door, knocked twice, and got no answer. It wasn't latched. I pushed it open and stuck my head in.There was black ash in the hearth, the furs rumpled on one side of the bed, empty cloak hook, an empty bottle, an ale cup on the small stand by the bed. I could've stood there picking through his things, but that's not a good way to start any conversation, let alone one like this.I headed back to the stairs and found a woman with the frayed wool cap coming up with a pail of kindling. She barely looked at me. "Seen Kane?" I asked."Your Alpha's out by the gate.""Been out there a while?"She shrugged. "He was earlier. Went in, came back out.""Thanks," I said. She was already past me, the pail knocking against her knee on every step.I headed out into the yard. The snow was churned to