Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71045 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
I can see a familial resemblance in them all, though. A sameness in the way they look at me, in their mannerisms, in the way they speak. Their voices are quite similar, even though different tonally.
Skor reaches for me. I pull back. Something sparks between us, two unseen forces dueling for control. I wonder if he feels it. Right now he has no magical intent whatsoever. He is trying to do as his older brother bids him because every man here wants to see me undressed. There is lust in their hearts and filth on their minds, and I am at their mercy.
Thorn moves forward into the firelight. “I can help you take it off,” he says. “If you’ll let me.” He speaks more softly, and he asks instead of ordering me. I feel my breath come a little slower when I focus on him.
Maybe I’ll save him when the other two are being eaten. I know it will only be a brief reprieve, the mountains take everyone sooner or later, but perhaps he will live to see one more sunrise.
I nod, allowing him to do what must be inevitable.
He crouches down to my feet and lifts the dress up from the hem, lifting it slowly up over my hips and then to my chest and then over my head. I am not wearing anything under it. It is not our custom to indulge in undergarments. You shift and rip through two or three pairs of panties that took weeks to reach the mountains through the valley passes and you stop bothering.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, folding my dress and putting it to the side.
There is silence as the three rough wolves take me in. Then I hear a clatter of steel as Krall and Skor shed their weapon belts. Each of my mates strips, as if they have all made a simultaneous decision. There’s something strangely focused about their bearing, as if they have to get themselves inside me in order to complete a mission.
It’s hardly romantic. But it is incredibly lustful.
“Hot little piece,” Skor mutters under his breath. “Look at that red…” He trails off, but his eyes drop down to the apex of my thighs, where curls of red hair attempt to hide my sex modestly.
I feel my heart skip a beat as I look back at him. He is large, and his cock is frankly monstrous. He has a thick pelt of hair across his chest and down the middle of his belly and his erection rises from that dark forest like a monolith. Surely such a thing could not fit inside me.
I feel a trickle of anxiety and excitement at the same time. They’re going to fuck me. All of them are going to mate me.
Thorn, I think will be okay. He’s friendly, at least. If I have to sleep with someone, a handsome, cheerful, muscular young mate works for me.
Skor is dark and mysterious. When he looks at me, I feel like something deep inside my soul is being tickled. There’s a connection between us, a kind of draw that makes me feel curious and excited all at the same time.
Krall can fuck off.
Thorn is the closest to me. He can’t make a move, though, as much as he wants to. His cock is hard immediately, his thick rod pointing toward me like a compass. His expression is one of earnest excitement and yearning. If it were just him and me, we might disappear into the darkness and I might learn what it is to be mated sweetly. His chest is hairless, his eyes are bright, and he feels like he might yet be redeemed from whatever fate turns a nice young man into whatever the other two are.
“Who is first?” Skor asks, barely referring to me directly. “Do we let the boy wet his cock? Or do we show her what a real mating should be like?”
The question is crude and offensive, and it frightens me. So I do what my kind has done since the dawn of time. I relinquish my human form, and I become animal.
Usually I would do it with magic, but I do it without this time. I rip my way out of my human form and into animal form. My wolf self comes roaring out, and in an instant I am a snarling beast crouched balefully beside the flames.
Krall takes his form just as swiftly. When one shifter shifts, it’s like a chain reaction. It takes a lot of effort to stay human when the beast inside another has been unleashed. In this, I have taken the lead. The other two remain in their human forms. That shows a high level of discipline and self-control. I wonder now if Krall was forced into his wolf-self as a result of my shift, or if he’s chosen to face me.