Sacrificed by Bella Klaus
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I’m the daughter of our pack’s lame wolf and lower than an outcast. When fate matches me to our alpha, he sacrifices me to the wolf god Fenrir, and now my soul belongs to him. Fenrir offers me revenge but in exchange, I must set him free from Hell…
Being dead wasn’t so bad. Especially with a handsome-as-sin wolf god carrying me into the afterlife. What a pity wolf-shifter heaven, Valhalla or whatever this place called itself was freezing, and I was completely nude.
By the time we cleared the pine trees and reached a set of hills, sensation had returned to me in the form of pins and needles stabbing at my flesh. Fenrir’s warmth seeped into my skin, and my muscles melted against his broad body.
Fenrir stopped at a hut built into the hill. Its entrance consisted of two massive beams put together to create a ten-foot-tall A-frame. Wooden planks filled the gap, looking like they’d been cut by hand and planed against a rock. Vegetation grew at the edges of its roof, making it look more derelict than our shack.
“This is where you live?” I asked.
“Were you expecting Valhalla?” he asked with a snarl.
“No,” I lied.
Fenrir pushed open the door, letting out a gust of warm, pine-scented air. I squeezed my eyes shut and luxuriated in the dry warmth. Compared to being dragged around like a rag doll through the cold, this was Heaven.
He carried me through a rustic interior of wood-paneled walls, earth floors, and three-foot-high platforms covered with luxurious furs. In the middle was a small fire pit, where a metal cooking pot hung from a tall tripod.
“This is cozy,” I said.
We stopped at the back, where a stone fireplace took up the entire wall. It crackled and popped, seeming to welcome our presence.
Fenrir deposited me on a pile of furs, and a sigh escaped my lips. I sat forward and held my hands to the warmth. The flames reached out toward me, curling around my fingers like a cat.
“Is this Asgard?” I glanced over my shoulder.
Fenrir reached down to the hem of his tunic and pulled the garment over his head. His torso was defined, with cut muscles that could have been carved from alabaster. Most shifters had six-packs, but I counted eight and had to stop myself from gaping at the broad pectoral muscles.
The entire ensemble was covered in fine blond hairs that looked softer than velvet. Any other time, I might fantasize about running my hand over the luxurious expanse, but I was missing another part of my soul.
“You said my wolf was here?” I made it a question, hoping to prompt him to find her.
He tossed the tunic aside and unlaced the fastenings of his breeches.
All the moisture left my throat.
I should have turned around, closed my eyes, clapped a hand over my mouth, but I was frozen. Frozen to just sit there and witness this aggressive striptease. But not frozen enough to stop my gaze from sliding down his golden treasure trail. It expanded into a thicket of blond pubes that led to a long and thick and heavy you-know-what with a bulbous tip.
My lips parted, and all the air left my lungs. The fire crackled louder, and Fenrir’s leather breeches dropped to the floor with a gentle thud. Those sounds drifted to the edge of my consciousness because I was unconditionally and irrationally mesmerized by his junk. It rested atop a pair of impressive balls covered in fine blond hairs that probably felt and tasted like silk.
“Got enough of staring at it?” he growled.
Heat flared across my cheeks, and I tore my gaze off the offending object, up his abs and his chest and his broad shoulders, to his arrogant sneer.
I clenched my teeth. “Do you have to parade yourself like a Viking strip-o-gram?”
His growl became louder, making all the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “Fine words from the naked wench thrusting out her perky nipples.”
My arm flew over my breasts, and I hissed through my teeth. “Did you forget that I just died and you refused me the cloak? Besides, I only turned around to ask you a question.”
He crouched in front of me with his teeth bared in a snarl.
I kept my gaze on his cold blue eyes, even though my entire focus wanted to drift down to the pendulum between his legs.