Riften
Sonin and Vilkas took a cart to Riften so they could rest on the way there. Sonin laid on the floor of the wagon, curled up on herself trying to stay warm. Vilkas thought about spooning her to offer her his warmth, but the thought gave him a rock in his throat. He knew his wolf would take over.
Sonin stayed close to him as they made their way through the city. They didn’t want to get seperated in a place like this. Her eyes lit up when they approached the steps of the temple. Vilkas liked her face like that, telling himself that he was going to try and give her those sparks every chance he got.
Sonin rushed up the steps and entered the halls. Vilkas followed behind her close. Sonin listened intently at the words the priest spoke as he explained their precarious situation. Someone had been sneaking in and stealing their offerings, but recently took a golden statue of Mara. Normally they would go to the guards, but the offender was in the guild and untouchable by Riften forces.
“Is this something that the Companions would normally do?” Sonin asked as they descended the stairs.
“No,” Vilkas sighed, “But we are here now. We will look for the man he described, red hair and shifty eyes.”
“Well if we’re going to do this, then we need a better plan than just looking around,” Sonin smirked.
“You have an idea?” Vilkas raised a brow.
“Aye,” Sonin’s lips grew tight, “Just like a story book I read as a child. If you want to catch a thief, you have to become a target.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” Vilkas asked.
“I’ll show you,” she winked and led them to the Bee and Barb.
...
“How do you manage to have so many clothes?” Vilkas asked as he watched Sonin change into a fine dress.
“I got this at a third of its going rate,” Sonin said with pride, “Nearly free.”
“And how does this help us?” Vilkas pushed.
“If I look wealthy, a thief will try to rob me,” Sonin explained as she painted her face, “You look scary and well equipped enough to be a bodyguard. So our cover is, I’m a daughter of a wealthy trader and you are my protection while I do some traveling.”
“You think that will work?” Vilkas snorted, “You are to make yourself pass as wealth-”
Vilkas’ mouth shut, jaw tight as Sonin turned to face him. Her lashes looked twice as long and lush as before, her lips painted red, her eyes lined to make them look bigger than before, and the cut of the dress emphasized her full hourglass figure. She looked like a princess before him. Sonin blushed at his reaction.
“There’s one more piece,” she pointed at a circlet next to him on the inn’s bed.
Vilkas brought it to her, placing it carefully on her head. She looked up at him through her coated lashes, making his heart jump. Vilkas could feel his gums ache as his wolf was ready to pounce. Sonin turned and looked over herself in the mirror. She thought she looked a lot like her mom.
“Alright,” she turned to Vilkas with a nervous smile, “Let’s catch a thief.”
They strolled out to the courtyard, Sonin making stops to speak with all the stall vendors. Vilkas was impressed by how well she played her part. He kept his eyes peeled for any men with red hair, but was failing to find a single one. Sonin felt like the thief wouldn’t get close enough if he felt threatened by Vilkas, so she tried to think of a way to get rid of him.
“Go back inside the inn, grab something random, and bring it back to me,” Sonin instructed.
“What?” Vilkas replied.
“I need to be alone for him to strike,” Sonin explained, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”
“I can’t let a shield sister put herself in danger alone,” Vilkas countered.
“I can summon familiars. I won’t be alone,” Sonin countered, shooing the man away.
As surely as she had planned it, the red headed man appeared just as Vilkas left. He approached Sonin in calculated steps from the center of the market. She steadied her breathing so as to not draw suspension.
“Never done an honest day's work in your life for all that coin you're carrying, eh lass?” The man said to her in an accent that drove her core hot.
“Excuse me?” Sonin asked, feigning offense.
“I'm saying you've got the coin, but you didn't earn a septim of it honestly. I can tell,” he replied.
“My coin is none of your business,” Sonin stated.
“Oh, but that's where you're wrong, lass. Wealth is my business. Maybe you'd like a taste?" He stepped to her closer, Sonin could smell him. Like sandalwood and mead.
“I doubt you have anything to please my palate,” Sonin quipped.
“Ah, a lass after my own heart,” he put an arm on her shoulder and guided her forward, “why don’t we ditch that body guard and I show you a good time?”
“Hm...and what did you have in mind?” She flirted.
“Thought I could tweak your interest, follow me,” he led her down toward the docks, “The name is Brynjolf by the way.”
“Sonin,” she brought a hand up to allow him to kiss it, “A pleasure.” She had no reason to make up a name.
Brynjolf led her to a shady part of the city and ushered her to a dark room. She followed, on high alert. He locked the door behind them and pressed her against the damp wall. Her mouth was covered by one of his hands while the other ran under her dress and onto her legs. She protested his movements, even though her body was reacting in a way that showed she enjoyed them.
“Sorry lass,” he let her go after molesting her legs, “had to make sure you weren’t armed.”
She leaned forward from the wall, panting, “Could have just asked.”
“Well, it seemed that you enjoyed it regardless,” he smirked at her, offering a hand to lead her the rest of the way down the hall.
“And just where are you leading me to? I shouldn’t be gone too long from my guard or he’ll tear the whole city down,” Sonin asked.
“You wait until I take you down a dark alley before you ask me my intentions?” Brynjolf questioned with suspicion.
Sonin shrugged, “I like following big, handsome Nord men who steal me away from my captors.”
He laughed at that,” Oh, lass? And what do you like to do with those big men?” He turned to face her, pulling her into him.
“A lady never kisses and tells,” she grinned at him.
“Guess we’ll see about that one,” he whispered in her ear.
They made their way through several rooms before he stopped at one with just a bed and a barrel with some mead on top of it.
“This is where we stop,” he said as he shut and locked the door behind them.
“Is this where I beg you to spare me from your lustful grasp?” Sonin played, trying to hide her sense of fear.
“Sorry lass,” he looked her up and down, “I won’t say I don’t want to, but you’re here as a hostage now.”
“Oh,” Sonin stalked up to the man and pressed her hands on his chest, “I can play that role. Want me to cry a bit, smear my makeup as you tie and gag me?”
“Divines,” Brynjof breathed as Sonin pressed a leg between his, “I mean this seriously.”
“I figured,” Sonin could feel his erection against her, “Doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun does it?”
He took a deep breath, “I’m not into seducing my captives.”
“Hm,” Sonin ran a hand down to his member, “I don’t believe that.”
His breath hitched as she pressed on him, giving her the opening she needed to trip him on his back. She fell on top of him, pushing his shoulders back. She underestimated his strength as he turned the tables, flipping her over on her back. Sonin tried to kick her way out but his grip was too tight.
“Almost had me there lass,” he chuckled, “Didn’t think you had any fight in you.”
“You have no idea,” she grinned as though she wasn’t being pinned.
“Look, I don’t want to hurt you. Just be a good girl and sit here while we get your guard to send word back home. We just want the gold,” he replied.
“Well, I want that statue of Mara,” Sonin responded.
He raised a brow at that, “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Oh cut the shit,” she exclaimed, “I know you’re with the thieves guild. Just give me that statue and I’ll leave you alone.”
“I don’t think you’re in a position to make demands lass,” Brynjolf pressed onto her. His member was still hard.
“Last chance to unhand me, thief,” her smile was uncomfortably wide.
It unnerved the Nord, “I don’t think so lass.”
“Too bad,” Sonin let leash a fireball that brushed his shoulder before hitting the ceiling.
He rolled off of her and readied his weapons. Sonin’s hands were lit up, one red and one blue. She fired two ice shards at him, knocking the weapons out of his hands.
“Give me the statue and I won’t hurt you,” she stated.
“You got me lass,” he grabbed his blades off the ground and unlocked the door, “I know when I’ve been bested.”
…
Vilkas returned outside to find Sonin was gone. He tracked her scent through the market down toward the docks. It ended at a locked door, sending worry through him. He didn’t know how to pick a lock. Not knowing what else to do at this point, he stood by the door waiting for any traffic in or out.
Several hours had passed before the door creaked open. Vilkas readied his weapons, but it was Sonin that stepped out. She raised her hands up, the statue of Mara in one of them.
“By Ysgramor,” Vilkas exclaimed, “You got it.”
“Of course I did,” She smirked, “Told you my plan would work.”
“Impressive. Why is your makeup smeared?” He noticed that the color on her lips had smudged on her face.
Sonin blushed and wiped her mouth, but offered no words. Vilkas caught a whiff of another man on her. He wanted to go inside that door and find the person who dared to lay a hand on her, but it wasn’t his place. She wasn’t his mate, so he had no right to be jealous.
“Can we stay in Riften just a little longer?” Sonin asked Vilkas as they dropped off the statue.
“We should make a hasty return to Jorrvaskr,” He replied with more attitude than he meant to.
Sonin sighed and shook her head. She traced her hands over the pews on the way out. The priest stopped her to hand her a personal gift for her speedy work. An amulet of Mara. He explained to her that when she wants to get married, she should wear that and interested partners would state their affections. He also offered to host her wedding in the temple. Sonin tried to refuse the offer, but he had none of it. He dropped it in her hands and returned to the book he had on the altar.
Sonin inspected the jewelry, intensely scrutinized it while they started the trek back to Whiterun. There were no wagons headed out of Riften, so they had to walk themselves. Vilkas’ heart tugged seeing that amulet in her hands. If she were to wear it, he didn’t think he could stop himself from admitting his feelings. Even though Sonin had an established relationship with his brother, it didn’t change his desire for her.
“This is enchanted,” Sonin announced to no one in particular.
“Is it now?” Vilkas asked.
“Yes. It has some sort of effect on restoration magic. I think it should make it easier for casting them,” she put it in her bag and looked at Vilkas, “I’m tempted to wear it, but I don’t want anyone getting the wrong idea.”
“Better to keep it away then,” Vilkas replied.
“I rather like the idea of a wedding at that temple,” Sonin continued. Vilkas swallowed hard, imagining her in a fur-trimmed white dress at the altar. “I don’t think that’s going to happen though.”
“Not the settling down type?” Vilkas questioned.
“Oh no, not that at all. I would love to settle and raise a family one day,” Vilkas’ heart tugged again, “I just can’t imagine anyone wanting to marry me.” There was a sadness in her voice, “I’ll probably be dead soon as it were, so better that way I think.”
Vilkas had so many questions for her, but decided to stay silent. She really didn’t know her own worth. He could think of at least a dozen people without trying that would accept a proposal for her. Nearly every man in Jorrvaskr would marry her. He would marry her. The biggest concern though was her mentioning dying soon. Vilkas understood that in their line of work death was the biggest hazard, but that didn’t mean people planned for it to happen. He knew plenty of warriors that retired with little more than scars.
“Listen to me babble,” Sonin rubbed her head with an awkward smile, “I get a little dark sometimes. Forgive me.”
“No need,” Vilkas put a hand up, “Is there a reason you think you are going to die soon?”
“Yes,” she looked forward with a far-away expression.
“Why?” He pushed.
She looked at the ground, but didn’t answer. He watched as she grabbed her arm for comfort. He knew she wasn’t going to answer, so he didn’t ask her any further questions. They made camp at nightfall about a day and a half out from Whiterun. Sonin minded the fire and started to roast some rabbit that Vilkas caught. He watched her as she worked. Her eyes showed that her mind was somewhere far off. He had to know what she was hiding.
They ate in silence, Sonin not meeting his eyes. He caught her several times looking at the sky with a sense of fear washing over her. Vilkas tried not to overthink it, but it was too confusing to him. She didn’t smell like fear when she fought bandits and draugr, only when she looked up.
“I think I’m going to turn in, wake me up when you want to change watch,” she said as she tucked herself into her bedroll.
Vilkas gave her a nod and turned his focus to the fire. He let his nose keep track of potential threats. His attention was disturbed when Sonin finally went to sleep. She was restless. Something she dreamed about had her uncomfortable.
He made his way over to her after the pattern continued for a few hours. Moving down beside her, he brought her to his chest. Her face released its tension and her motions stifled. Vilkas could smell her relax. Maybe she thought he was Farkas, but it didn’t matter. He never woke her to change shift because his beast would not let him rest that night.
…
“Fuck you!” Sonin yelled at a man that rushed her with a war axe.
She sent an ice shard into his chest and watched as he hit the ground with a lifeless thud. Vilkas couldn’t turn his focus to her as he had two men on him. One wielded a shield and longsword while the other had daggers. He had already caught a cut on his cheek and another on his thigh.
“Damn it!” Sonin exclaimed in pain.
Vilkas felt his blood boil at her being wounded. He couldn’t turn to see how bad it was, but he saw a man flying past him from a giant fireball. He smiled knowing that Sonin could handle herself. With a swing of his greatsword he cut one of the men in half while the other charged him. Vilkas braced himself for impact when the man suddenly turned to ice.
Vilkas looked over his shoulder to a bleeding Sonin. She had frozen the man, but was clutching her side. Blood was flowing out of her. Vilkas ran to her as she dropped to the ground. He searched in her bag for a healing potion.
“It’s okay Vilkas,” Sonin put a bloodied hand on his, “I can handle it.”
Her other hand came to the wound and her healing magic coated it. Her body stiffened and she choked back a whimper. Vilkas watched the cut seal up before his eyes, the bleeding stopped. Even though he didn’t think real warriors used magic, he had to admit that it came in handy.
“Aw,” She looked at his eyes while he maintained his hold on her, “You actually look concerned.”
“Aye, I am,” he put a hand against her cheek.
“No need to worry about little ol’ me,” she smiled at him.
Vilkas leaned down and pressed a kiss against her lips. She didn’t fight him, hesitantly bringing her hands to the back of his head. He thought he was imagining her tightening her fingers in his hair. Vilkas slipped a tongue in her mouth, exploring her. She moaned against him and allowed him in.
Vilkas pulled her body up into his, his kiss becoming more hungry. His wolf was burning from the mix of blood and lust in the air, coming down from his adrenaline high. Sonin pulled back to break the kiss, breathing heavy.
“Is this-what is this?” She asked, “Is this okay? Farkas-”
“I-,” Vilkas put his forehead against hers, “It’s okay. Farkas has not claimed you.”
“Claimed me?” She questioned.
“It has to do with the beast blood. If he wanted you to be his alone, he would mark you,” Vilkas tried to explain quickly, wanting his mouth back on hers.
“What am I to you? What is this?” She asked.
“You are my shield sister and...and I am attracted to you. I want to lay with you,” he admitted, keeping out the part about his wolf wanting to make her his mate.
“Is that all you want from me?” She sounded almost disappointed.
“I would like your companionship,” he answered.
“You do?” Sonin sounded unsure of herself.
Vilkas laid her back down on the snow, kissing her deeply. He nipped at her jaw and neck. Her back arched, pressing her leather piece to his steel plate. He was painfully hard and tried to tug at her armor.
She pulled his hands from her straps, “This isn’t the place.”
Vilkas sighed, “You’re right. Why don’t we find an inn?”
“That sounds better,” she brought herself to a stand, brushing herself off.
Vilkas’ heart was racing the whole way to the nearest town. They were less than a day out from Whiterun now. He made the arrangements for a room and a meal. Sonin was in the bed, stripping off her armor. Vilkas sat the plate of cheese and roasted meat on the table beside the bed. He removed his own armor as she moved to a wash basin. With the blood gone, she could finally breathe easy.
Sonin hated the smell of blood. She hated all gore really. Eating some of the cheese, she turned to face Vilkas. He was watching her with lovesick eyes. Sonin wasn’t sure if Vilkas was being completely honest with her and she didn’t trust that this wouldn’t end like their last encounter.
“You are beautiful,” he spoke, moving toward her.
She wore just a tunic, one leg propped up on the seat she rested on. He stroked her hair and brought his face to hers, placing a kiss on her forehead. She met her lips to his, taking the lead this time. He brought his hands to her waist, pulling her up out of the chair. Sonin wrapped her legs around his body as he walked them to the bed. He gently let her fall on the pelts below them, bringing his body center to hers.
Vilkas pulled a leg up to run his hand down the length, keeping his mouth to the nape of her neck. She moaned against him and arched her back. He moved himself to suckle a breast, pulling her tunic up. Her skin puckered at the change in temperature. He worked on one breast with his free hand while circling his tongue on the other. Sonin felt herself getting worked up. He and his brother had a similar way of getting things started.
Vilkas kissed down her stomach, tracing her scar with his tongue. She whimpered his name, no one had done that to her before. His heart leapt at her calling out for him, so he slipped a finger into her tight entrance. Her walls clamped down on him, pulsating. She was already cumming for him and he had just started.
After her core released him, he brought his face to her lips. He lapped at the folds and her clit. She wrapped her legs around his head, her hips rolling to help him get his tongue deep into her. Vilkas loved her taste and couldn’t get enough of it. He was exploring deep in her and she could barely take it. Vilkas pressed two fingers in to start stretching her out, his mouth clasped on her sensitive nub. He expertly curled his fingers up to her g-spot and it didn’t take long for her to climax again. He licked her clean of her own juices before he stood up to remove his pants.
Sonin watched as his erection sprung up once his trousers slid past it. She felt herself get hungry at the sight. It felt different looking at Vilkas naked than it did Farkas. There was something more she was feeling that was confusing to her. He made his way back onto the bed and spread her legs to either side of her body. He could smell her musk and it was making his cock leak in anticipation.
“May I?” Vilkas asked, knowing that no matter how he did this it was going to hurt her.
Sonin looked at him, seeing the worry on his face, “Be gentle.”
He nodded his head and lined himself up at her entrance, he no longer cared that she was hiding some part of herself from him. Vilkas leaned his body over hers as he pressed his head into her. Her body went stiff and he felt her tear. Tears filled her eyes. He kept himself still, wanting to let her relax again before pushing further in. Her breathing increased, but there was no scent of fear on her.
Vilkas stroked her hair and cheeks, “It’s okay Sonin,” he rarely said her name, “You’re doing great. Divines, you are beautiful.” He kissed her forehead sweetly.
Her body started to release, so Vilkas pushed another inch in. She was tight, way too tight. Sonin whimpered under him as he tried to bottom himself out. He felt like he could release right then and there, but he wanted to make her climax again before he finished.
“You feel amazing,” he told her, “Everything about you is perfect.”
Sonin felt warm at his words, her body starting to adjust to his width. Her hands were on his back, clawing at him as he began to move back and forth. The pain started to give way to pleasure. Sonin felt like he was scratching an itch she never knew she had. He filled her completely, her walls tightening on him.
“Can you handle me going faster?” He asked her, kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she moaned as he bottomed out again.
He was brushed against her cervix, sending shocks of pleasure waves throughout her body with every thrust. She was panting, mewling under him. Vilkas was keeping a merciless pace now. His wolf could sense that she was on the cusp of another orgasm. He took her lips in his and kissed her passionately. Her nails dug into his back, breaking the skin. It turned Vilkas on even more. Sonin began to call out his name, her walls were closing again and Vilkas couldn’t stop himself. He came with her, biting down on her neck. Sonin yelped at the pain, but it made her climax feel even higher. Vilkas kept his hips moving to ride out their orgasm together. He pulled out of her slowly. Vilkas got a wet rag and wiped the blood from her before cleaning himself. She was still trying to catch her breath when he returned to the bed.
“Are you okay?” Vilkas’ voice ripe with concern. He had never broken a woman’s hymen before.
“Yes,” she said with a shaky voice.
“Did you feel good?” He asked as he climbed beside her in the bed, pulling the pelts over them.
“Better than I imagined,” she looked at him with an uneasy smile.
“Something is wrong,” he said. He sensed it.
“You-you marked me,” she touched the bruise forming on her neck.
Vilkas hadn’t even realized he had done it, “Apologises, I should not have done that without your permission.”
“Did you mean it?” She looked at him with big eyes.
“I didn’t know I did it, my wolf took control then,” he started, “but he will only act on my own feelings.”
“So you meant it, but didn’t mean to do it,” Sonin replied.
“Aye,” Vilkas wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
She put her hands on his chest, “What does that mean for me now?”
“It doesn’t have to mean anything. You have to mark me back to accept it,” Vilkas informed her.
“So if I bite you back then we’re...married?” She didn’t understand it.
“In a sort,” he stroked her back, “It would mean we were mates.”
“You want me to be your mate?” Sonin sounded surprised.
“Aye,” he blurted, “but I will accept what you want. I do not wish to pressure you into staying with me when you’re so young.”
Sonin knew Vilkas was about eight years her senior, but it didn’t bother her. She wasn’t ready to settle though, “I’m not ready for commitment.”
“I understand,” he kissed her forehead, “I pray this won’t be our only time together though.”
“I don’t plan on just leaving,” Sonin laughed.
Vilkas crossed his arms around her, his muscles making her feel safe. He kissed her cheeks and neck, admiring his mark on her even if she didn’t accept it.
“You know,” she started, “I expected Farkas to be the one to do this first.”
Vilkas gave a chuckle at that, “Aye. I did too.”
“So you’re not going to try and kill him or anything should I return to his bed when we get back?” She asked.
Vilkas felt himself get angry at the thought, “No. I cannot claim you so I have no reason to fight with him. I am sure he will try to make his mark too now.”
“You werewolves are a strange bunch,” she snuggled her head against his chest.
“Aye. That we are,” he rested his chin down on her, smelling the light floral scent in her hair.
“Vilkas?” Sonin asked in a soft voice.
“Yes Sonin?” He responded.
“I like hearing you say my name.” Vilkas smiled at that. He got the most restful sleep he ever had that night since taking the beast blood.
…
“Welcome back!” Farkas barked as they entered the mead hall.
“Good to be back,” Sonin said as she embraced him.
Farkas could immediately smell his brother on her and see the purple bite mark on her neck. He eyed his brother but said nothing.
“I’m so tired from all the walking,” she sighed, “This is why I bought a horse.”
“A fine one at that,” Vilkas added.
“Aye, that he is. Sweet Ennoonan. I should bring him something sweet,” Sonin said to herself as she headed to grab some food off of the table.
“Did she accept?” Farkas asked his brother once Sonin was out of earshot.
“No,” Vilkas looked away from his brother, “You are free to continue as you were with her. I hold no claim.”
Farkas grunted at that and went to Sonin’s side. He placed an arm on her shoulder. She smiled at him as she bit into a sweet roll. Vilkas felt jealousy and bile rise in the back of his throat. He didn’t hate his brother, couldn’t hate him, but damn if he wasn’t mad. Sonin didn’t notice the interaction between the twins, too busy with the iced roll in her hands.
“I got you something,” Farkas told her.
“Me?” Sonin spoke around the food in her mouth.
Farkas laughed at how her cheeks were full and gestured for her to follow him to his room. It was clean and neat as always, unlike Vilkas’ which had books lying about everywhere. He had her sit on at the bar and reached down to pull out a jar with a cork lid. Inside was something golden.
Sonin’s eyes lit up, “Is that?”
“Aye,” he grinned.
“For me?” She asked in disbelief.
“Aye,” he repeated.
She lunged across the counter and wrapped her arms around his broad neck. He placed the jar down as not to drop it. He could hear her giggling.
“This is the best present I’ve ever gotten,” she picked up the jar and admired its beauty. She licked her lips and raised a single eyebrow at Farkas, “I have an idea on how I should use this.”
Farkas tilted his head at that, but allowed her to pull his hand to the bed. He sat down with his feet on the floor. Sonin closed his bedroom door and locked it. She stalked up to him with a mischievous look in her eyes. Farkas could tell that finally getting laid gave her confidence in herself.
Sonin unlaced his trousers and pulled them off with his boots. She pushed his small clothes to the side, his member half erect. Farkas groaned a bit as she stroked him to full mast. He growled through his chest as she poured a bit of the honey on his erection. Sonin licked it up off the shaft and swirled her tongue around the tip. She lapped at him until all the sticky goodness was clear, then poured more on. She repeated it a few times until Farkas couldn’t take it anymore, picking her up and tossing her on the bed.
Sonin licked her fingers clean as he tugged her leggings off. She spread her legs for him, no feelings of shame in her head. Farkas gave her a wolfish smile, he knew now that he didn’t have to hold back. Luckily Sonin was already a little wet, because Farkas slammed himself into her. He was the same size as his brother, stretching her to her limit. Sonin bit her finger to keep herself from yelling.
Farkas moved her hand from her face, “I want to hear you.”
He rutted into her, slamming against every part inside of her. She couldn’t stop herself from moaning. He grabbed her head by the hair and pulled her up, making her brace herself on her hands behind her. Farkas kept his eyes locked on her, staring her down and daring her to look away as he pounded into her. Her mouth was slack as she was jolted back and forth.
Farkas hit home with every thrust, sending Sonin crashing over the edge. She called out his name as she came down hard on him. He kept his merciless pace on her through her high and after, making her almost hurt from the pleasure. Farkas pulled out and flipped her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up with a wrapped arm. He rammed back into her, hitting a new angle. Sonin buried her face in the pillow, screaming as he made her weak from the waist down. Vilkas had been a tender lover, Farkas was fucking her like a whore. Sonin figured out this is why Farkas never pushed to go all the way with her, he wanted to be rough.
Farkas brought a big hand against her ass, slapping the cheek. The stinging combined with the stimulation of this position sent her over again. Crying as she came against him, nearly pushing him out of her with how tight she was. Farkas gave a heavy groan as he climaxed with her, leaning down and biting her right shoulder blade.
Sonin collapsed on the bed after Farkas unwrapped his arm. She had drool pooled beside her face. Farkas left her to get a washcloth and wiped his seed off her. He enjoyed watching it flow out of her. Sonin whimpered at each touch, over sensitive. Farkas laid on his back and pulled her to rest on top of him. She looked like she was just ran through, which made Farkas feel proud.
After some time passed, Sonin finally found her voice, “Did you mark my shoulder?”
“Aye,” Farkas replied.
“You also want me to be your mate?” Sonin asked.
“Aye,” he repeated.
“Well,” Sonin sighed, “You two know how to complicate a girl’s life.”
Farkas laughed at that, wrapping his arms around her, “I like you.”
“I like you too,” Sonin responded, drifting off to sleep.
…
Boiling. Fuming. Absolutely enraged. Those were the feelings Vilkas had while enduring the torture that was his brother fucking Sonin. He could tell that he was going all out. Hearing Sonin call his name was like having hot iron run through his head. He nearly lost control of his wolf several times, fur growing and receding. Vilkas could sense when Farkas marked her. Even though Sonin didn’t mark him back, so long as his mark was still there he would be able to sense any challengers.
It felt like Farkas had been at it for an eternity before they finally quieted down. Vilkas wanted to march in there and pluck Sonin from Farkas’ bed and bring her to his, where he feels she belongs.