Taming the Wolves (Viking Omegaverse, #2)

by Lyx Robinson

I know I won’t ever find another man like him, capable of both calm composure and feral protectiveness, who forgives my own propensities towards excess. Who forgives me for everything. Who says my name with reverence.

“She did not need to command me,” I grunt. “I do all manner of stupid things whilst being perfectly lucid, as you know.”

Where Thrain is crushing and irresistible, Ivar is all sharp edges and stings of pleasure, and Olaf… he is solemn, leading me on, controlling the pace.

“You did not know, then,” Uradech said. “That women like you are perfectly capable of walking paths of their own choosing.”

“I am so deep inside you that I can feel your heartbeat,” he purrs. “And you ask me if I want to stop?”