We ate and sucked her until dawn. When the moon fled and the morning star came out, Willow slept between us.
“It’s begun,” Leif said, passing me the mead.
I nodded. We’d waited over a century for this night, and now the day dawned on the rest of our lives. Would her love for us last?
“Oh no.” He shook his finger at me. “Stone Face, do not sulk.”
She roused. “Are you fighting again?
“No,” I bit out. “Come, let us wash you.”
“I want to sleep.” She burrowed back into the furs.
I lifted her, pelts and all, and strode down to the lake. She shrieked when I tossed her in, and came up glaring.
Leif laughed until I tackled him. We wrestled on the beach. He got me knee-deep into the water before I threw him in.
Then both Leif and Willow jumped me. I dared not fight, for fear of knocking Wil
