His lust surged, even as he shook his head, unable to believe the coincidence. Surely Dodlin had thought of this, had remembered that it was spring, knew that the humans living in their puny palisade would be sending a sweet flower into the forest to be plucked?
He shook his head again. The only thing to be sure of with Dodlin was his stupidity. He must have made a mistake! He must have forgotten, his mind clouded by the excitement of turning the whole tribe against Thanred! Either that or there was another Dranark wandering these woods this very moment, searching for the nubile gift.
If there was, Thanred would not be bested again. Hebegan to move: slow and low, staying quiet, crawling through the undergrowth and following his nose as the scent strengthened.
The forest thickened around him. It seemed to close in, branches reaching out and trying to grab him.
It was almost painful, trying to deny his excitement, fighting the breeding heat and staying as quiet as he could.
The smell sharpened. It was clear now, the direction it was coming from. Light pricked through the trees. A clearing. He peered over a low brush, out into the light. His heart skipped a beat.
Two humans stood side by side in the clearing with spears. Their eyes were narrowed, surveying the thick wood as if searching for something in there. Searching for him?
They had to know. They had to know he would break them like twigs if it came to that. But no. They were watching for... something different.
The scent was even closer now. The smell so intoxicating that it nearly blinded him with desire. He crouched down again and closed his eyes. It was his nose that would lead him to it. That was what he had to follow.
A sharp crack shot through the forest. The sound of a twig breaking.
Thanred’s eyes snapped open, then narrowed.
It was close.
Shewas close. So close he could almosttasteher. And it was a her. Of that he was absolutely certain.
Motion caught his eye. Ever so slowly he turned his head, his chest swelling.
The sight of the soft alabaster rump twisting in the brush was like an oasis in the desert. She had fine, flaxen hair that cascaded down to the small of her back. Her loincloth barely covered the two round orbs. They called to him, a siren song of flesh.
Thanred stilled himself. He was strong but these humans, they could be fast. Especially their women. The smell of her cunt filled the air.
His cock stiffened to a rigid pole between his legs. It bounced with each fresh inhalation.
He held his breath as she turned sideways, still peeling up leaves and peering under them.
She had an ample chest. A loose-fitting fur barely covered her bulging breasts. Thanred could make out the soft swells peeking out from beneath.
His cock throbbed in painful agony between his legs.
She wasn’t older than twenty winters. Of that, he was certain. Her buxom curves, the way her waist tucked in before flaring into ample hips made it clear she’d never been bred.
It seemed nearly impossible that what he needed most had suddenly appeared. Visions of sinking his cock into her tightness raced through his mind.
But the two men. He would have to be careful. He would have to be quiet. He would have to cover her mouth as he took her. What would be more infuriating than being interrupted mid-rut to have to kill two men?
She moved again. Crawling along the forest floor, she continued prying up leaves, occasionally plucking a berry or two, completely lost in what she was doing.
Thanred could stand it no longer. He moved one foot out, searching along the forest floor with his toe to make sure he wouldn’t step on something that would make a sound. When he was sure of his footing, he shifted his weight, swaying so that he was behind her again, in sight of her delicious rump.
Snap!
Thanred sucked in a breath.
The female’s ears pricked up.
Fuck!
Had he foiled his chance for release? Would she bolt? He couldn’t let that happen. Muscles tensing, he prepared to lunge.
