I have been incredibly busy with the holidays as well as working on new stories. My newest one is just in time for Yuletide, and a story about a sacrifice made in honor of the season.
From the blurb:
Yulene has grown up on the tales of Ragnarok, the great clash of the gods that will destroy the mortal world. Every ten years, a young girl must be given as a sacrifice on the eve of the solstice; a gift meant to placate the ravenous Fenrir, a beast destined to kill Odin as part of the apocalyptic prophecy. Yulene must face the wolf this year, but when she does, she finds that there is another hunger that lurks within him. Can she satisfy his dark appetites? And will he let her live if she does?If you like shifters, werewolves, and Norse mythology, this might just be the story for you!
You can check out an exclusive snippet, as well as the cover art, after the jump!
... Fenrir’s gaze hovered on the hollow of her throat where he had undone her, then slowly dropped to the swell of her heaving breasts, the creamy flesh of which had begun to pucker in the cold and make firm little buds of her rosy nipples. Even with her face turned away from him, she could still feel the heat from his eyes prickling her skin as it swooped ever downward over her exposed form.
“You remind me of the first snow of winter,” he said quietly, his fingers finding sudden purchase in the soft, dark hair between her legs. Yulene straightened and squirmed to avoid him, but the ropes held her fast, obliging her to his further exploration. “Pure and soft – the way it piles like pale feathers upon the ground – so fragile; fleeting; precious.”
He wove his hand gently into her muff, caressing and stroking it with a tenderness she had never known; one she had not imagined he was capable of. Her hips writhed despite her misgivings and Fenrir must have noticed, for she next heard a soft chuckle escape from him. His hand slipped over the inside curve of her parted thighs, tantalizing several soft spots that made Yulene cringe and arch with pleasure she had not anticipated. His skilled, teasing ministrations had very nearly made her forget why she was there in the first place, and she almost let herself believe he would do her no harm.
“I-If you’re going to eat me, please make it quick,” she begged, every limb trembling at the thought. “I don’t want to feel anything.”
“Oh, I’m not sure I can promise you that,” Fenrir said, flicking his eyes back up to meet hers. He grinned as she simpered and lowered himself to his knees before her, gripping a hip in each hand as he buried his face between her legs. ...