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Vilkas staring daggers at the new recruit. His wolf stirring under years of discipline. He hates her. Wants her. She is going to be a problem
NSFW under the cut ๐ค
The hall of Jorrvaskr was loud with the kind of celebration that only followed blood and steel. Mead flowed, voices rose, and the newest name was being shouted across the long tables: Selene.
Vilkas stood apart from it all, shoulder against a support beam near the back of the room, tankard in hand. He had not toasted. He still has not smiled. He watched her insteadโwatched the way she accepted the cup Farkas pressed into her hands, the way she laughed at something Aela said, soft and bright and utterly out of place among a hall of veterans.
His grip tightened.
She doesnโt belong here.
The thought came sharp and certain, the same one that had been circling since Kodlak first spoke her name. Soft hands. Inexperienced stance. No true kill-scar on her yet. And still they all smiled at her like she had already earned the right to stand among them.
His wolf stirred.
Not the controlled, disciplined presence he kept leashed during the dayโsomething lower, hungrier. It caught her scent through the smoke and spilled mead and sweat of the hall. Warm. Clean. Alive. It rolled through him like heat, and for one unguarded second his mouth watered with the memory of what it would be to drag his tongue up the line of her throat, to feel the flutter of her pulse under his lips, to close his teeth just enough to make her gasp. To push her back against the wall, strip the soft layers away, and suck her tits until she forgot everything except him.
Vilkas jerked, mead sloshing over the rim of his tankard and down his wrist. The wet heat of it barely registered. He wiped it roughly against his tunic, jaw clenched so hard it ached.
Youโre a fool.
He glared across the room at herโhard, cold, the kind of look that had made lesser warriors step back. Daggers. Let her feel them. Let her wonder why the quiet twin watched her like she was a threat instead of a celebration. Because she was a threat. Not to the Companions. To him. To the careful distance he kept between man and beast. One soft, inexperienced outsider should not be able to pull the wolf this close to the surface. Should not make his blood run this hot with want and distrust tangled so tightly he could barely tell them apart.
She glanced his way then, just for a moment. Their eyes met.
Vilkas did not look away.
He only lifted the tankard again, drank deep, and let the glare settle deeper into his faceโhoping she read contempt, and not the raw, restless hunger clawing at the inside of his ribs.
The Lisa Frank seal was my favorite. Twigs was the beanie baby I took everywhere! Those little aliens were my obsession. That shampoo smelled incredible. And donโt even get me started on the scholastic book fair! My tiny brain could hardly take it all in ๐
Now I read and write smut in my precious free timeโฆsigh
Listen all the companion romances have their appeal, but I'm so down bad for Porter Gage and the way his dialogue and voice acting make it clear that he deeply admires Sole and would bare knuckle box a deathclaw to please/impress them.
