VARUL
I hardly waited to watch her enter her tent before I turned and walked straight back into the forest.
Not because I had somewhere to be.
Not because there was a patrol to oversee.
Because if I stood outside that tent for another minute, I was going to do something monumentally stupid.
Like stalking into her tent and claiming her the way Siren was yelling at me to.
Hard.
Her dainty wrists pinned above her head with one of my calloused hands.
Those gorgeous t**s bouncing with each thrust while I—
"f**k!" I muttered into the black sky.
The forest swallowed me whole. Moonlight filtered through ancient pines, silvering the ground beneath my boots.
I welcomed the cold. It did absolutely f**k all to help the tent growing in my pants.
Not that the cold had ever had any effect
