Chapter 1-3
304 Words
The rest of the night passed in a blur. We walked into the woods, the thick darkness, and went along a path. The warriors went behind and before, I was safe in the middle.
Finally exhaustion took over and I stumbled. Instantly, the dark haired warrior swung me up in his arms, and the group’s pace increased. His hand came up, pressing my face to his neck.
I must have slept, for when I woke again, the blond was carrying me. I lifted my head blinking in the starlight and cold night air. The warriors must have walked all night, and were still hiking, following a trail up a mountain. I roused a little and stared into the leaders golden eyes.
“Sleep,” he grunted. “Almost home.”
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I do not know how long I slept, but as I slept I dreamed. The starlight fell away into a deeper darkness. I was in a warm, safe place with two warriors leaning over me, large hands sifting through my hair. One of them pulled out a dirk and sliced away my gown, and then the hands began stroking down my body. Their touches fed my heated desire, and in my dream I longed to pull their bodies over mine, wordlessly begging them to fill me.
Instead, I lay still as they touched me with reverent fingers. I heard them speak, but not out loud. They didn’t use words but somehow I understood them.
“The witch was right. She calms the wolf.”
A grunt of agreement, then a pause. “I can smell her heat.”
“Patience, brother. We have waited this long.”
They lay on either side of me, still touching me. In the darkness their eyes glowed.
“Brother,” one said in a tone of awe. “The beast rests.”
“As does mine.”
“It has been so long.”
“Too long. But the struggle is over. The beast will sleep again.”
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