gave him and Avarr felt so damn good . For years they’d been dying to show her their true selves. Not the “gentle kitties” she’d often accused them of being, but battle-hardened warriors who could and did fight with ease. Though he loved his goddess, her mandated constraints when dealing with Eira had frustrated him to no end. But no longer.
He cocked his head at Avarr and signaled they should surround her. In their beastly shapes, they didn’t communicate with words, but with body language. The slightest shift of a whisker often said more than words could.
Avarr nodded and hissed, and Eira stiffened. She gripped her spear tight, her bow now over her shoulder along with her quiver of arrows. She made a fetching sight in her battle gear—the short skirt and sleeveless tunic that showed off her muscle. Yet it was the confused look in her eyes that held him—lust, bewilderment, and caution—and made him want to pounce.
“Hold.” She lifted her spear, and Avarr growled. “Back off. I want to talk to you. Shift back.”
Avarr curled his lip, as did Hall. It was past time Eira learned she wasn’t in charge.
They were.
Avarr pounced, but the spry valkyrie managed to avoid being flattened. She rolled away and came to her feet in one swift movement. That she had yet to throw her spear told Hall she had no intention of hurting them. No. Their Little Snow wanted them. He could scent her need. The mix of passion and power pulled him, as it did Avarr.
He chirped, and Avarr moved, ready to take her down.
Eira surprised them both. The blasted woman threw her spear . He easily batted it away…and watched her turn on her heel and run like lightning into the woods still standing beyond the lake. Time to give chase. Finally. He grinned.
Avarr nodded. He’d been waiting an eternity to chase down this particular prey. He and Hall exchanged a glance, and then he bounded after her in pursuit while Hall rounded the hill to close in on her from the other side. Unfortunately, as large as he was in his feline form, he had trouble following her through the many twists and turns she made in the thick forest.
Pleased with her cleverness, he shifted on the move, turning back into a man while retaining his olfactory senses. He’d smelled the woman’s lust under the delicious call of power she wore like a perfume. He opened his mouth and tasted her on the wind, and his erection grew uncomfortable. Running while hard had never been a problem before, but the battle lust rode him thanks to one stubborn valkyrie.
He’d tasted blood, but he wanted something sweeter. Like that cream between Eira’s thighs.
He hastened his step and concentrated on the chase, keeping his arousal at bay. He heard her ahead of him on the right and followed. But a slight shift in the wind made him pause, and an arrow whizzed by his shoulder.
He heard her faint swear and grinned, wanting to laugh.
“Damn it.” A pause, then, “Ow. Loki’s teeth. Get off me!” She swore some more, and he came upon her and Hall tussling on the ground. More like Hall gently holding her down while she tried to lift his heavy paw off her chest. Hall’s paw covered her torso entirely, he noted with amusement.
“Nice catch.”
Hall nodded and grinned at him. He cocked his head and twitched his nose.
“A bath first, yes. I agree.”
Hall didn’t let go until Avarr knelt to hold the wild woman down.
Her injuries had yet to slow her, and Avarr couldn’t wait to have all that energy under him.
“You son of a sow. Get off .”
When his hand pressed against her chest, she bucked and gasped, not in delight, but in pain.
Hall shifted back into his man’s form and frowned. “Let’s take her back to the lake.”
Avarr shook his head. “I’d rather take her to the springs in the snow forest.”
“Oh, good idea. It’s much closer.” Hall slapped him on the back. “You carry her. I’ll follow.” He picked up her weapons while Avarr hefted Eira into
He cocked his head at Avarr and signaled they should surround her. In their beastly shapes, they didn’t communicate with words, but with body language. The slightest shift of a whisker often said more than words could.
Avarr nodded and hissed, and Eira stiffened. She gripped her spear tight, her bow now over her shoulder along with her quiver of arrows. She made a fetching sight in her battle gear—the short skirt and sleeveless tunic that showed off her muscle. Yet it was the confused look in her eyes that held him—lust, bewilderment, and caution—and made him want to pounce.
“Hold.” She lifted her spear, and Avarr growled. “Back off. I want to talk to you. Shift back.”
Avarr curled his lip, as did Hall. It was past time Eira learned she wasn’t in charge.
They were.
Avarr pounced, but the spry valkyrie managed to avoid being flattened. She rolled away and came to her feet in one swift movement. That she had yet to throw her spear told Hall she had no intention of hurting them. No. Their Little Snow wanted them. He could scent her need. The mix of passion and power pulled him, as it did Avarr.
He chirped, and Avarr moved, ready to take her down.
Eira surprised them both. The blasted woman threw her spear . He easily batted it away…and watched her turn on her heel and run like lightning into the woods still standing beyond the lake. Time to give chase. Finally. He grinned.
Avarr nodded. He’d been waiting an eternity to chase down this particular prey. He and Hall exchanged a glance, and then he bounded after her in pursuit while Hall rounded the hill to close in on her from the other side. Unfortunately, as large as he was in his feline form, he had trouble following her through the many twists and turns she made in the thick forest.
Pleased with her cleverness, he shifted on the move, turning back into a man while retaining his olfactory senses. He’d smelled the woman’s lust under the delicious call of power she wore like a perfume. He opened his mouth and tasted her on the wind, and his erection grew uncomfortable. Running while hard had never been a problem before, but the battle lust rode him thanks to one stubborn valkyrie.
He’d tasted blood, but he wanted something sweeter. Like that cream between Eira’s thighs.
He hastened his step and concentrated on the chase, keeping his arousal at bay. He heard her ahead of him on the right and followed. But a slight shift in the wind made him pause, and an arrow whizzed by his shoulder.
He heard her faint swear and grinned, wanting to laugh.
“Damn it.” A pause, then, “Ow. Loki’s teeth. Get off me!” She swore some more, and he came upon her and Hall tussling on the ground. More like Hall gently holding her down while she tried to lift his heavy paw off her chest. Hall’s paw covered her torso entirely, he noted with amusement.
“Nice catch.”
Hall nodded and grinned at him. He cocked his head and twitched his nose.
“A bath first, yes. I agree.”
Hall didn’t let go until Avarr knelt to hold the wild woman down.
Her injuries had yet to slow her, and Avarr couldn’t wait to have all that energy under him.
“You son of a sow. Get off .”
When his hand pressed against her chest, she bucked and gasped, not in delight, but in pain.
Hall shifted back into his man’s form and frowned. “Let’s take her back to the lake.”
Avarr shook his head. “I’d rather take her to the springs in the snow forest.”
“Oh, good idea. It’s much closer.” Hall slapped him on the back. “You carry her. I’ll follow.” He picked up her weapons while Avarr hefted Eira into
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