his arms.
Not a light woman, but still, to him, she felt like a downy pillow. All soft and comfortable, and something he wanted to bury his face in. He sniffed her shoulder and licked her scratch, taking the taste of her blood into his mouth and savoring it.
“Ew. Cut it out.”
He noticed she didn’t struggle too hard. “Do you deny we won right of you by fair means?”
“I had them where I wanted them,” she muttered and crossed her arms over her breasts.
“Oh? A minotaur on either side of you while they shoved those dirty horns through your chest?” Hall asked pleasantly.
Avarr knew his lover was anything but amused. Seeing Eira surrounded and bloodied had sent them into a berserker’s rage. An odd happenstance for mated battle-cats, considering neither of them had been in danger of dying. Yet he accepted their fear for her as more proof that she belonged to them.
Eira said nothing, and they continued in silence through the land to the snow forest. He walked the familiar steps to the hot springs that he and Hall liked to use after a rough day of training. The springs in the snow forest had healing properties as well, and he knew Hall wanted their Little Snow free from pain before they showed her just where she belonged.
Hard again, Avarr gently jostled Eira in his arms, feeling the heat everywhere they made contact.
“Easy there.” She frowned up at him, and he lost himself in the frost-blue of her eyes.
He ached, needing to possess her. He felt Hall behind him, his lover’s hand on his shoulder, and the bond passed between them into Eira.
“Oh my goddess,” she rasped, still looking into his gaze. “What is that ?”
“As I’d hoped.” Hall’s smile sounded in his voice. “Let’s get her cleaned up.”
Avarr didn’t want to let her go, but she needed tending.
He let her down, and she frowned at him before staring wide-eyed.
“Y-you’re naked.”
He snorted. “How else are we to shift into our great beasts?”
“Through cloth and leather?” Hall smirked. “No. We’re as the goddess made. And now, let’s get you out of those clothes, hmm?”
They took off her tunic and skirt despite her protesting slaps and smacks. Weakened by her blood loss but still strong of will, she did her best to preserve her modesty. A stupid notion, to Avarr’s way of thinking. A woman who looked like a goddess should be worshipped as one.
Unable to stop himself, he stepped close and licked the wound on her right breast.
She froze, and he groaned and continued to lick until he found her nipple. Then he sucked the bud taut, caressing her with his tongue because he wanted to taste all of her.
“Oh…my…” She let out a breath and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder.
Hall chuckled. “Not a bad idea. That’s one way to clean her up.” He leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth.
Avarr felt her grip his shoulder as she melted into them. The sexual need built, and he worked hard to remind himself to take care of her first.
He reluctantly let her go at the same time Hall did.
The sexual frustration on her face satisfied him like nothing could.
“Yes.” He grinned. “That’s what we’ve been feeling for the last fifty years.”
“W-what?”
He’d never seen her so off balance before, and the small vulnerability made her so adorable. He wanted to eat her right up. “We’ve been wanting you for a very long time, Little Snow.”
Hall nodded. “Freya made us wait. No longer. Now it’s time.”
“The question is…are you ready?” Avarr asked.
Chapter Four
Ready? Was he out of his fucking mind? Eira’s entire body was like one giant nerve, sensitive and ready to burst. It didn’t help that both men looked at her like prey. Her breasts tingled, so tight and full she’d nearly orgasmed from their hot mouths.
One of them she’d have a hard time handling sexually. But both? She stared back at them, in lust with their healthy bodies, those long, thick
Not a light woman, but still, to him, she felt like a downy pillow. All soft and comfortable, and something he wanted to bury his face in. He sniffed her shoulder and licked her scratch, taking the taste of her blood into his mouth and savoring it.
“Ew. Cut it out.”
He noticed she didn’t struggle too hard. “Do you deny we won right of you by fair means?”
“I had them where I wanted them,” she muttered and crossed her arms over her breasts.
“Oh? A minotaur on either side of you while they shoved those dirty horns through your chest?” Hall asked pleasantly.
Avarr knew his lover was anything but amused. Seeing Eira surrounded and bloodied had sent them into a berserker’s rage. An odd happenstance for mated battle-cats, considering neither of them had been in danger of dying. Yet he accepted their fear for her as more proof that she belonged to them.
Eira said nothing, and they continued in silence through the land to the snow forest. He walked the familiar steps to the hot springs that he and Hall liked to use after a rough day of training. The springs in the snow forest had healing properties as well, and he knew Hall wanted their Little Snow free from pain before they showed her just where she belonged.
Hard again, Avarr gently jostled Eira in his arms, feeling the heat everywhere they made contact.
“Easy there.” She frowned up at him, and he lost himself in the frost-blue of her eyes.
He ached, needing to possess her. He felt Hall behind him, his lover’s hand on his shoulder, and the bond passed between them into Eira.
“Oh my goddess,” she rasped, still looking into his gaze. “What is that ?”
“As I’d hoped.” Hall’s smile sounded in his voice. “Let’s get her cleaned up.”
Avarr didn’t want to let her go, but she needed tending.
He let her down, and she frowned at him before staring wide-eyed.
“Y-you’re naked.”
He snorted. “How else are we to shift into our great beasts?”
“Through cloth and leather?” Hall smirked. “No. We’re as the goddess made. And now, let’s get you out of those clothes, hmm?”
They took off her tunic and skirt despite her protesting slaps and smacks. Weakened by her blood loss but still strong of will, she did her best to preserve her modesty. A stupid notion, to Avarr’s way of thinking. A woman who looked like a goddess should be worshipped as one.
Unable to stop himself, he stepped close and licked the wound on her right breast.
She froze, and he groaned and continued to lick until he found her nipple. Then he sucked the bud taut, caressing her with his tongue because he wanted to taste all of her.
“Oh…my…” She let out a breath and placed a tentative hand on his shoulder.
Hall chuckled. “Not a bad idea. That’s one way to clean her up.” He leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth.
Avarr felt her grip his shoulder as she melted into them. The sexual need built, and he worked hard to remind himself to take care of her first.
He reluctantly let her go at the same time Hall did.
The sexual frustration on her face satisfied him like nothing could.
“Yes.” He grinned. “That’s what we’ve been feeling for the last fifty years.”
“W-what?”
He’d never seen her so off balance before, and the small vulnerability made her so adorable. He wanted to eat her right up. “We’ve been wanting you for a very long time, Little Snow.”
Hall nodded. “Freya made us wait. No longer. Now it’s time.”
“The question is…are you ready?” Avarr asked.
Chapter Four
Ready? Was he out of his fucking mind? Eira’s entire body was like one giant nerve, sensitive and ready to burst. It didn’t help that both men looked at her like prey. Her breasts tingled, so tight and full she’d nearly orgasmed from their hot mouths.
One of them she’d have a hard time handling sexually. But both? She stared back at them, in lust with their healthy bodies, those long, thick
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