Marked before birth by a vampire, it's not easy living under the rule of their sworn enemies, the wolves. Bullied and abused, Joy's been an outcast her whole life. Until a wolf saves her and teaches her the secrets of love and pleasure. He says she's his mate, but the only way they can be together is if she's blindfolded, keeping his face a secret until the day comes to make her his wife.
もっと見るFeeling his arousal grow in my mouth was like a promise about the pleasure he would soon offer me. I’d laid the bearskin on the ground to kneel on it, leaning forward over the wolf, sitting naked on the pallet, his back against the wall.His hand ran down my back and slid between my buttocks, his fingers covered in oil. They caressed my butthole in slow circles, wetting my flesh before moving on to brush my womb.I muffled a moan against his length when his oiled finger slid inside my body, his thumb massaging my butt again. I enjoyed every prick he triggered while I licked his growing arousal, captive of my hand and my lips.His hand between my legs mirrored those of my mouth, driving me crazy. Soon we were both just as tense and out of breath, and his panting growls fed my need as I pushed him past his last limit, his hand making me feel what my mouth made him feel.He shivered with a shaky growl and his exquisite flavor caressed my tongue. He let
“Let’s cook, my lord. It’ll take us a while, and I don’t want you to faint out of hunger.”“We have a problem. If I stay barefoot, I’ll catch a cold. And trust me, you don’t want to look after a wolf with a cold.”“There’s fleece boots for you in the second trunk. Bring them and I’ll help you wear them.”He took me by the hand up to the table and went on alone.“Second trunk, second trunk,” he muttered. “Guess you mean this one?”“The one smelling of fabric, not food.”“Oh, right, makes sense. And what do you want from the one that does smell like food.”“Whatever you want to throw into the pot, my lord.”“Could there be a bear in there?”“I don’t think so,” I chuckled.“Maybe when they wake up, in a couple of weeks,” he said, and he sou
I dropped the shovel and jumped to the snow down there, clumsily getting to my feet. I stumbled toward the trees. The wolf stopped when he saw me, keeping one of his front legs up and panting. I hurried to him, tears overflowing my eyes.“My lord!” I cried.He rested his head on my forehead, panting.“Come, come! You need to rest!”I followed him to the boulder. When he was forced to use his injured leg to climb to the ledge, his muffled groan broke my heart.Brenan was already up and waiting for us in the cave.The wolf limped up to the pallet, where he dropped himself on the bearskin with a shaky sigh. Brenan handed me a clean cloth and a bowl with warm water. I grabbed both things and turned to the wolf, oblivious to anything else. He closed his eyes, panting softly.“I’ll send you a raven,” said Brenan behind me, wrapping himself in his cloak. “So you can let us know if you need anyt
February brought more snow, and two more skirmishes in the prairie. Brenan came back to keep me company on those nights of quiet anguish.Both times, he arrived with his brothers, carrying more supplies in trunks that replaced those they’d brought before.“Soon we’ll run out of space for all the things you have here,” he teased when we were left alone for the third time. He studied me and frowned. “Love suits you, Joy. You don’t look like a frightened rabbit anymore. Soon you’ll be a beautiful woman.”I blushed up to my ears, making him laugh.I was alarmed when the wolf didn’t come back the next day. Brenan was doing his best to distract me when a raven appeared to perch on the ledge, right outside the entrance to the cave. Brenan reached out and the raven jumped to his wrist.“Scratch. Tomorrow,” the raven cawed, in a perfect mimic of the princess’ voice.“Thank
I complained when he left my body. But it was only for a moment, for him to kneel between my legs. His finger sank into my womb again, just as his tongue licked the folds of my skin. I let out a cry, wriggling and gasping, feeling the pleasure was so much, my breast was about to burst. I melted against his lips, struggling to just keep breathing.Then he made me roll over and lie on my belly, and his face stuck to my buttocks. I moaned and wriggled again, stunned by what he made me feel. His tongue ran between my buttocks, licking my tight flesh down to my womb.My back felt like about to break as I tried to push against his face.He grabbed one of my buttocks to kept them apart and kept licking and kissing my groin. And at the same time, his finger slid into my womb again.The friction made me cry out loud, as he moved it in and out faster. It was a hot throbbing that seemed to steal my breath away. I could only pay attention to it, oblivious to anything
I shrugged and my grimace made him chuckle. As soon as I was done eating, he made me sit straddling his lap. His arm circled my waist while his other hand sneaked underneath my shirt. My breast rose to fill his palm as usual.“Do you feel it?” he asked. “My hand doesn’t quite cover it like before.”He took my shirt off and added his mouth and his nose to his exploration. I let him do, my arms around his shoulders and my head back, shivering and sighing to his whim.“And your essence is stronger,” he said. “Just like the taste of your skin.”His nose circled my nipple and I quivered from head to toes when he licked my skin before sniffing it.“Irresistible,” he muttered, seeking my lips to kiss me deep.“You’re changing, my child,” he said. “When will you turn sixteen?”“I did the day the princes came to the village,” I replied.
It was hard for me to sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, my head was full of images of fight and slaughter. I managed to fall asleep just before dawn. A shallow, restless sleep from which I woke up with a jolt several times.Until a hand on my shoulder made me sat up sharply. Brenan handed me a steamy cup of tea with a quick smile.“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told you about all that last night,” he said.“Thank you,” I muttered, accepting the tea.“It’s hard to keep in mind he’s your mate,” he went on, coming to sit in front of me by the fire. “You know, you being human and all that.”“It doesn’t happen often, does it?”“Often?” he repeated, laughing. “I think the last time it happened was some centuries ago!”“Oh.”“I was thinking,” he said, denying me any chance to keep asking any questions. “You need a table. How about we build one? And maybe we can also build another seat.”“It would be great! Thanks!”
I folded the black ribbon as I whipped my tears, his last words still ringing in my ears.“God willing, I’ll be back tomorrow night.”It was going to be two long miserable days. Because of his absence, and because I had no way to know if he was fine. I’d never seen the battles that took place in the prairie, north of the Red Woods. But helping Teah care for the surviving fugitives was enough to figure they were brutal.I’d never doubted the might and skill of wolves, but this particular battle was tinged with the fear of what could happen to him, the only wolf of the Dale I cared about.As usual, I decided to keep busy and distracted. I cleaned the cave down to the last corner, washed all my clothes and his, gathered water, and enough pine needles to make three pallets.I’d found a hatchet in one of the trunks, so I grabbed it and headed to the woods. There was a fallen tree near the ledge that could provide all
While we had dinner, I tried to ask about the hunt the princess had mentioned. But his answers were vague, evasive. So I tried another approach.“Shouldn’t I go too? I always helped Teah with the refugees.”“Your friend can do it by herself,” he grunted.I just nodded, understanding he didn’t want to talk about it. So I asked him about the humans working at the castle, whom I would soon join.“They’re mothers whose children have already joined the pack. Once that happens, they’re given the choice of going back to the village or staying to work for us. They all chose to stay,” he replied, and there was a cold edge to his voice.“What is it, my lord?”“I wish my sister hadn’t talked to you about it,” he grunted. “Guess now you can’t wait for winter to be over.”“Why would I, my lord? To leave here?”He let out a
*Dale is an old English name for a narrow valleyThe distant sound of galloping hooves disturbed the deep silence of the night on the prairie, where the tall grass rippled in the cold northern wind toward the trees. The forest poured down from the hills enclosing the only access to the narrow valley, ending at the high plain like a wall of darkness under the clouded moon.Two dozen shadows climbed past the last slope to the prairie, staggering as they tried to run toward the woods, their trembling voices trying to encourage each other.“The Red Woods!”“The Dale is right there!”“One last run!”“Don’t stop now!”The fugitives stumbled toward the other end of the prairie, where the shadows of the forest promised shelter. Men and women, even children, they were all dirty and barefoot, injured, eyes wide in terror. The fittest runners sprinted ahead while families tried to stay together, pulling by the hand the weaker and younger ones.Among them, the smith pressed his wife’s hand, as sh...
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