My Second Chance Mate is a Barbarian (Sera and Fenris) novel Chapter 134

Sera

"What?"

Fenris chuckled. He moved away from me and walked over to a heavy wooden table near the hearth. He picked up a bottle of dark liquid. It was a massive glass bottle. If it were in my hands, I wouldn't even be able to hold it properly with one grip. That shit had been customized for his massive hands. Whatever was inside it would definitely be a hundred times harsher than anything prepared for normal Northern wolves.

He didn't bother looking for a glass. He grabbed the cork with his teeth and pulled.

It popped loudly. Poom! The sound cracked in the quiet room. I flinched.

He spat the cork onto the table. He wrapped his hand around the neck of the bottle, tilted his head back, and took a long, heavy swig directly from the glass. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. After a few long seconds, he pulled the bottle away from his mouth with a deep, satisfied sigh. He wiped his wet lips with the back of his hand.

He turned and looked at me. His black eyes were completely dim, heavy with pure lust. He took me in from head to toe. Slowly. He didn't rush his gaze. He took his time, looking at my messy hair, the blood on my skin, the sheer fabric of the dress. He looked at me like he owned me.

He did own me.

After a long while, he finally dragged his eyes away. He reached down, picked up a small metal cup from the table, and poured a short measure of the dark liquid into it. He walked back over and handed the cup to me.

I stared down at it. The cup looked tiny in his grip, but it fit perfectly in mine. I looked at the amber liquid inside. I hated whiskey. I absolutely hated how it burned my throat and how heavy and sluggish it made me feel afterward.

Lyra was the drunkard in my family. My sister had started drinking my father's private loot since she was twelve years old, and she somehow actually enjoyed the taste of hard liquor. The only thing I ever managed to tolerate was red wine, strictly because it was sweet and went down easy.

I shook my head at his offer, pushing the cup back toward his chest.

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