Of Gods and Wolves by Amy Sumida Page A

impression they'd happily tear me to pieces.
    “ Fenrir,” Thor held out a hand to my new adopted father. “It's good to see you.”
    “ Thor,” Fenrir looked incredible in a black on black suit, his dark hair hanging in silky waves down his back. He had a gold torque with wolf heads on either end, gleaming at his throat. He shook Thor's hand. “I'm happy to see you're well.”
    “ Fenrir,” I smiled and reached both arms out to him.
    “ Little Frami,” he chided as he scooped me up and kissed my cheek, “call me Dad.”
    “ Okay,” I laughed, “just put me down.”
    “ You outshine them all tonight,” he whispered as he lowered me to the floor.
    “ Thanks, Dad,” I winked and turned to Trevor. “Happy Yule,  VѐulfR.”
    “ Happy Yule, Rouva,” he enveloped me in a hug.
    I closed my eyes and let the scent of him wash over me. Inside me, I felt the wolf shake off slumber and come running forward to greet its other half. I shivered as it rubbed against Trevor through my skin, nuzzling and nudging. I felt Trevor sigh deeply, his own wolf rubbing against me through his skin. It was the oddest, most sensual feeling I'd ever experienced, being stroked beneath and above my skin all at once. It was as if my nerve endings were trapped between two animals in heat, so that every sensation I felt was magnified by their fur and lust. It was then I knew that although Trevor had given me a part of himself, it had changed when it rooted in me. It was my wolf now and it was all bitch. Go ahead and giggle.
    Thor cleared his throat and reminded me of where I was. I pulled back from Trevor, sure my face was as red as my dress, and bit my lip as the Froekn laughed knowingly. Trevor's eyes were all honey heat and I felt caught in them. I shivered like a fly struggling in the sweet death. Then my embarrassment flowed away with the honey and I smiled at my wolf.
    “ I have something for you, little Frami,” Fenrir saved me from making an even bigger fool of myself. “TryggulfR,” he turned as TryggulfR came forward with a large, blue velvet box.
    Fenrir opened it to reveal a heavy torque of gold with a wolf head on each end. He took it out reverently and slipped it on my neck. The weight of it felt comforting but there was also a tingle of something more. Something that felt a lot like magic, wild magic.
    “It’s beautiful,” I touched it, then looked at the matching one Fenrir was wearing.
    “ This is the symbol of your status,” Fenrir held me by the shoulders. “The Rouva torque is yours until I find my own mate.” He smiled like he didn’t think I’d be wearing it long.
    “ I’m honored to wear it until you find your Rouva,” I kissed his cheek. “I’ve something for you as well,” I reached towards Thor and he pulled a painting from the bag of gifts for me. I handed it to Fenrir. It was a portrait of him, smiling his I’m too sexy smile and looking magnificent. Wolves surrounded him, sprawling, sitting, howling. “This is the first piece I've painted in a long time. I've lacked inspiration, I guess. I want you to have it so you can see what I see when I look at you. In case you ever doubt how incredible you are.”
    He took the painting from me and his jaw clenched. He swallowed hard, his throat convulsing. There was a sudden sheen to his eyes and he took a deep breath before he leaned down and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
    “You make me envy my own son, little Rouva,” he whispered into my ear. I shivered as I met his eyes and saw a hint of what might have been. Whoever snagged him was going to be one lucky woman.
    “ I have a gift for you as well,” Trevor reclaimed my attention. He reached behind him and pulled out a small gold box with a big red bow on it. “Happy Yule.”
    I smiled and unwrapped the box with shaking fingers. Inside was a heavy gold bracelet in the shape of a wolf. The body of the wolf formed a circle, like he'd be forever chasing his tail around my wrist. In his mouth was a