“She might need some tending for her soreness,” he says, eyes turning glazed. He reaches to slide a finger through my slick folds before pressing it gently inside. To my mortification, he slides his finger wetly from side to side. “Poor lass is gaping and very hot inside. Are you sore?”
“Ah, a little,” I mumble while my cheeks go up in flames. Alden and Ranulf tighten their hold when I try to wriggle, and my confused pussy squeezes over Beric’s fingers.
I might groan a little…
“Go ahead,” Ranulf instructs. “You may tend her.”
My eyes swing to him, then back as Beric flashes to his werebeast and his big wet tongue laps my pussy.
I squirm at the sudden, intense sensation.
“Clothing is a privilege,” Ranulf adds in a deep, rumbly voice. “You will stay naked until we choose otherwise.”
“I-oh.” I am trying to concentrate on what he says, but Beric is very distracting.
“Naked,” Ranulf continues. “Available for our pleasure. Available to be rutted and knotted whenever and wherever we choose.”
“You will get used to our ways,” Alden says. “Happen you are already there if your moaning and humping for more of Beric’s tongue is anything to go by.”
I’m about to climax when the air suddenly whooshes and the human version of Beric once more appears. A small, angry growl escapes my lips. He cannot mean to leave me in this condition?!
“I need another turn,” Alden says.
“When we get home,” Ranulf says firmly. “It is cold here. She is naked.”
It is only now that I realize this truth and begin to shiver.
Ranulf stands and sweeps me up into his arms.
I glance up at him. My pussy is throbbing, but I am also chilly, and I press my cheek to his warm chest.
“I’m going to shift to my werebeast to carry you back to our pack den,” he says. “Don’t be alarmed. It is still me. It allows me to better carry you and travel swiftly.”
‘Very well,” I say…
The words have barely left my lips when he shifts, and a giant black and silver werebeast now holds me in his arms. His nose lowers, and he laps my throat where he first marked me, making it tingle. He is very furry and warm, and although his savage face should be terrifying, all I see is the familiar eyes that are part of each of his forms. I cup his cheek, and he licks my palm.
Then he takes off at a run. Alden and Beric run beside us in their wolf forms.
Chapter Ten
EVANTHE
Idid not think it possible, and yet the steady, rocking gait of Ranulf’s huge bipedal werebeast form lulls me into sleep. With his powerful arms wrapped around me and his soft, shaggy coat serving as my pillow, I feel safe.
The slowing of his pace rouses me. I blink my eyes open, realizing he now walks through stone passages. A strange sensation presses around me—heavy, muffled—like we’re deep underground. Perhaps that should frighten me. He told me he was taking me to his pack, and though I know wolf shifters often make their homes in caves, it is far from a universal truth.
The air here is warm. Thick. It carries a faint, musky scent that settles pleasantly in my nose.
There’s a moment of startling weightlessness—his arms releasing me—and then the great beast is gone. In his place stands the man.
Ranulf slows his steps, now bare-skinned and towering. Only then do I notice that Alden and Beric have also shifted, walking in human form beside him.
Beric moves ahead and lifts a heavy pelt curtain from an arched stone doorway. Warm light spills out.
Inside is a cozy chamber.
A small hearth burns low, its glow painting the room gold. A wooden table stands with chairs around it, a tray on top with a cloth covering whatever lies beneath. Little nooks and ledges dot the walls, holding curious trinkets. Opposite the hearth is a single, enormous sleeping platform covered in layered furs—so large it seems built for three grown wolves… and perhaps one very small human.
