Sage
I lay in bed, feeling weak inside and out, as if the cleanse had purged the very fight from me. For some reason, I couldn’t stop shivering.
“Cold, lass?” Thorbjorn didn’t wait for me to answer, but climbed into bed next to me. I waited for him to pull me close, but he paused with his arms loose around me.
“Do you prefer the wolf?”
In response, I tucked myself against him, shaking my head.
“Shhh, sweet one. I’m not leaving. I’ll never leave you.”
For a while we lay like that, his fingers meandering up and down my side. They strayed and found the curve of my breast, tickling and sliding around to heft the weight.
I sucked in a breath, held it.
“You did so well, obeying me.” His lips found my ear. “I wish to reward you.”
His hand skated down, straight to the tender area between
