Chapter 76 CONSEQUENCES
ALISANDER'S POV
The first thing I register is the scent around me.
Everything smells just like Ragnar, it smells like pine, smoke and alpha pheromones I used to have.
It's all wrapped around me like a cozy blanket made of Ragnar is all around me. It’s everywhere.
Where am I?
I can smell his scent soaked into the sheets, clinging to my skin, and in the very air of my room.
No, this doesn't look like my room.
The massive four poster bed with black silk sheets could never fit into my tiny cottage.
Speaking of, I haven't been to my house in… days? Weeks?
Damn.
Judging by the amount of times I've woken up and fallen back into a state of unconsciousness, I would say three days.
Three whole days.
I’ve been out for three fucking days.
My body feels… wrong.
Everything feels too light and free?
Instead of feeling like I'm on the brink of death, it just feels like I woke up from a really long nap.
I can feel every bruise, every gash and even torn muscle from that Rogue’s claws have disappeared.
It's all completely gone.
There is only smooth skin in places where there should be scars or bleeding and I don't feel any ache in my ribs.
I don't feel the burn in my lungs and even the faint soreness from the Acmonite crash is missing.
My metabolism must have burned through it faster than any wolf has ever done.
It all seems like… a bad dream
I’m whole again.
And that terrifies me more than the memory of ripping a Rogue apart with my bare hands.
I know I've done a stupid thing by suggesting Sebastian take that herb but in my defense, it's been centuries since I last saw or used it. How was I to know its potency only grew stronger and stronger?
So I keep my eyes closed and my breathing slow, even going as far as to feigning sleep just to avoid him.
The bond is humming faintly in my chest as Sebastian is half quiet and still drifting in the haze of recovery.
But my senses are awake and alert. And right now, they were blaring alarm signals of danger to me.
Someone is watching me.
I don’t need to open my eyes to know who it is.
The mattress dips beside me and from here, I can feel the mountain of muscle, man and barely restrained fury sitting beside me.
“Alisander,” Ragnar says, his voice sounding low and dangerous. “I know you’re awake.”
I keep still.
Maybe if I pretend hard enough he’ll leave.
A large hand closes around my wrist in a not so gentle manner and yanks.
I’m hauled upright so fast that the world tilts.
Before I can snarl or shove him off, he drags me across his lap like I weigh nothing.
What the hell?
My stomach hits his thick thighs as my ass is presented high and extremely vulnerable given that the thin sleep shorts I woke up in are riding so high my cheeks are all on display.
“Ragnar–” I start, outrage flooding me.
A loud, cracking smack lands across my right cheek.
Le fuck?
Pain explodes sharp and hot, followed immediately by a stinging heat that makes my breath hitch.
“I’m not Ragnar,” he growls, and now that I hear it, his voice sounds very different and rougher. “I’m Yurik.”
Another smack, a harder one landed on the left cheek this time.
I snarl, twisting and trying to push myself off of his lap. “Get your fucking hands off me, you oversized–”
Smack.
The sound echoes in the room. My ass burns as the sting radiates outward in a delicious, humiliating way.
I hate how my cock twitches against his thigh at the impact.
Yurik’s massive palm comes down again, then stays kneading the stinging flesh as his fingers start digging in possessively.
“You endangered him,” he says, each word punctuated by another firm smack. “You endangered both of you.”
Smack. Knead. Smack.
I buck, snarling in outrage warring with the growing, traitorous heat pooling low in my belly.
“I saved his life, you arrogant prick! That Rogue would have–”
Smack.
“–ripped him apart, I know” Yurik finishes, his voice like gravel dragged over iron.
“But you took him there in the first place. And you fed him Acmonite that is both banned and lethal for a reason. You turned him into a monster and nearly killed him.”
His hand comes down again, then slides between my cheeks. He starts cupping, squeezing and massaging the abused flesh until I can’t tell where pain ends and where pleasure begins.
I hate how good it feels.
I hate how hard I’m getting.
This damned oversized Chihuahua.
My cock is fully erect now, trapped against his thigh and leaking through the thin fabric of the shorts.
I'm pretty sure he could feel it.
Every shift of his leg drags the material against the sensitive head and I bite back a groan in my throat.
Yurik feels it, of course the prick does.
So in good faith, he grinds his thigh up, slowly and deliberately rubbing against my hardness while his palm continues its relentless rhythm on my ass.
Smack. Grind. Smack. Grind.
“You will not,” he says, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr, “do something like that ever again.”
Smack.
“You will not endanger what is ours.”
Smack.
“Don’t you ever dare to risk your life.”
Smack.
“Or risk his life.”
I’m panting now with my face burning and my ass now the color of blood with my cock throbbing painfully against his leg.
Every smack from him sends a jolt straight to my balls and every grind? Oh heavens, every grind makes me leak even more.
“I had to–” I gasp, trying to hold onto my anger, my dignity, anything! “You weren’t there. The challenge, you let them force him into–”
Smack.
The word dies in a choked up moan.
Yurik’s hand pauses for a bit and I actually thank the goddess for the reprieve.
Then like she's paying me back, his fingers slip beneath the waistband of the shorts.
I freeze in shock.