“Yarrow!”My own cry startled me awake. I was half-sitting, and even though I was still facing the fire, the cold in my chest reminded me I was naked. I lay back down in a hurry, pulling blanket and bearskin up to my nose.I noticed a trace of light from under the edge of the blindfold still covering my eyes. Meaning the other times it’d been night?“Are you well?”The wolf’s whisper startled me again and I curled up under the covers, nodding.“What did you say?”I shook my head, embarrassed.“Say it again.”His whispers now had an edge of authority, the wolf talking to one of his subjects.“Yarrow,” I mumbled.“The flower? What about it?”“You…” I stuttered, trailing off.I heard the rustle of fabric and his next whisper sounded closer to my head, like he’d leaned over me.“Yes?”“You… You smell like yarrow, my lord.”I heard him stiffen up.“Beg your pardon?”He was still talking in whispers, but they lacked any warmth now.“I’m so sorry, my lord. I didn’t mean to. You smell like th
“Silver?” I repeated, puzzled. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, my lord.”“This is how you thank me for saving your life?”He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around. The moment he let go of me, I fell to my knees once again, fighting back my tears.“I have no silver, my lord!” I cried. “I never had anything made of silver!”“Stand up,” he grunted.As I did what he said, I remembered the delicate chain around my neck.“You mean this?” I tried, showing it to him.“That’s white gold. Do you think our healers would give us necklaces made of silver?”Teah had explained to me that silver didn’t kill wolves as many people believed, but it did weaken them, and prevented them from changing, trapping them in their human form and depriving them of all their strength and might.I let go of the pendant, shaking my head. For the life of me, I had no idea why I would smell of silver.He pinched my chin to make me face h
When I came back to, I was still kneeling on the cave floor. Two strong arms wrapped around me, and my cheek rested on soft fabric, a heart beating underneath it. I straightened up, feeling for the folds of my bodice to close them. The wolf put a wooden cup in my hand, full of fresh water.“Thank you, my lord,” I muttered after gulping it up.“You need to lay down,” he whispered with an unexpected gentleness. “Because you still smell of silver.”He help me up to my feet and to the pallet by the fire.“Let’s see what other surprises your sister kept in store,” he said, guiding me to lie down. “Stay still.”He made me stretch my legs, removed my boots and covered my feet with the blanket, as to keep me warm. I held my breath when he leaned forward over me. He slowly sniffed my face and my neck, then his breath felt like a warm gust on my skin, from shoulder to shoulder.I shivered when he moved my hands away, letting the bodice open again. I w
My heart skipped a beat when I opened my eyes and found the blindfold gone. I instinctively covered them, exploring the smells around me. No traces of the wolf.“My lord?” I tried.No answer. So I finally dared to risk a glance around. I was all alone in the cave.I found Lily’s dress by the firewood. I had no other clothes left, so I wore it again. A chill ran down my spine as I tied the bodice ribbons.I didn’t want to waste another day sitting and pondering. I had only a little water left in the buckets, so I decided to venture out of the cave.It opened to the east, to a narrow ledge on a thirty-feet-tall cliff. I stepped out to see the woods, but I didn’t recognize the place. I was halfway down a steep rocky slope, and it looked like I was further south than I’d ever been before, where the hills rose to become the high mountains that enclosed the southern end of the Dale. That was forbidden land for humans. From where I stood, the woods hid whatever laid beyond.I followed the led
I looked around, suddenly nervous. Where the hell had I left the blindfold?The wolf came into the cave while I checked the shelf in a hurry. I spun around in such a rush that I felt a little dizzy. The wolf was a couple of steps away from the fire, smelling the air. I kneeled down, my head low.“My lord,” I murmured.I heard him come closer and his cold nose touched my temple. I looked up, meeting his bright golden eyes for a moment. Then he looked at the fire. I watched him, curious, as he went to sniff the vegetables on the wooden plate and in the cooking pot. He looked back at me and nodded. Then he sniffed the pine needles under the bed sheet, jumped on the pallet and laid down on the bearskin.I understood he would wait while I had dinner. I’d never chopped vegetables so fast before. Lucky me, the stew was soon cooked. The wolf had closed his eyes, resting his head on his crossed hind legs, his ears up, following my every move. I ate as much as I co
He washed me like caressing me, and it felt as magical as upsetting. When he was done, his bare hands replaced the cloth, running up my torso to cover my breasts. First his nose, then his lips, glided around my navel before moving up as well. I felt his gasp as his thumbs pressed my breasts, moving in circles.I let out a muffled moan as my nipples hardened. My skin beneath his thumbs felt like burning, making my heart beat faster and triggering like a gust of sparks down toward my groin. Air felt thin, my breasts pushed against his hands out of their own will. My head fell back and his lips landed on my neck. The wet trace of his tongue made me let out a muffled moan.He lifted me in his arms like I was a wisp of grass, to lay me down gently on the bearskin. His hands covered my breasts again, moving as to shape my flesh, his thumbs resuming those circles on my nipples that made me see fleeting stars behind my closed eyelids under the blindfold.I couldn’t help
I woke up alone, lying on the bed sheet covering the pine needles, tucked in with the blanket and the bearskin. By my head, I found the black ribbon he’d used to blindfold me, neatly folded.I got up, starving, but I had nothing solid ready for breakfast. I would have to go by with tea until I cooked something.Despite my absolute lack of experience, I wasn’t as dumb as to not understand what had transpired the night before. All my disbelief and all my questions were not enough to deny it. I had no idea what it meant, if it actually meant anything more than what it’d been: an instinctive impulse taking the wolf over for a moment.The dresses the princess had brought were too beautiful to ruin them doing chores, so I wore the hunter attire. I spent the morning gathering firewood, and found a blueberry bush in the snow, loaded with berries. My stomach grunted at the sight, so I sat down to eat right there. Later on I found two more bushes, and gathered a whole pot
I muffled moans and cries against the pallet while he touched me and kissed me from my shoulders down to my waist, over and over. Then his hands covered my buttocks and his nose ran between them. My back arched till it felt about to break, my hips lifting from the pallet, my thighs trying to make room for him.He pressed his face against my body with a hoarse growl and his hands squeezed my buttocks while his tongue ran along my groin. I let out a long moan, not even noticing I was pushing against his mouth to feel it on my skin.All of a sudden, he pulled away to lie on top of me. I felt his arousal between my legs, brushing my inner thighs like the night before. My groin was on fire, throbbing, but his weight pinned me down. His hands sneaked beneath me to grab my breasts as his warm breath fell on the back of my neck. His smell tore down any trace of self-control I might have left.Stunned by desire, I wriggled underneath him. His hard length slid between my
BOOK 2 - SPRING.Maybe it was a dream. I was sitting on something that jumped and shook, causing me an excruciating pain in my wounded arm. I couldn’t move it away from my side, like it was tightly tied to my chest. Something firm and warm held me up. The wind was cold in my face. I tried to open my eyes and all I saw was dark.The next thing I remember is the warmth of the sun on my skin. The air smelled of a puzzling mix of herbs and oils that threw me off.I opened my eyes to a large room with a square open hearth in the middle of it. I saw bundles of herbs hanging from the ceiling beams, shelves full of jars, flasks and books, and a big sturdy table. It was like Teah’s place, only clean and neat.I was lying on a real bed for the first time in my life, and sunlight came in through a window almost above my head.My wounded arm was stretched by my side, splinted with long sticks from my shoulder to my wr
I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or sad the winter turned out to be so short. Snow retreated to the north by the end of February, and by the first week of March, the whole forest looked like we were already in spring.The wolf’s arm was healing fine, and ever since that last skirmish, he would spend three or four days straight with me, without going back to the castle. However, even if his wound kept him away from the fight, one morning, a raven brought a message from the princess.“Castle. Urgent.”So he was forced to leave, promising to come back as soon as possible.I missed him badly when he wasn’t around, but his absence would allow me to take care of those little chores left unattended when he was with me.The day was warm enough for me to put out the fire, giving me a chance for a deep cleaning of the whole cave, including the ashes in the fire pit. I washed our clothes, made a brand new pallet, brought the bl
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!”