Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 32716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 32716 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
“I’m going to fill your ass with my cum. You will be tainted with my scent from the inside out,” he ground out as he pinched the hooded nub between my legs.
It was too much. Stars burst behind my eyelids. A deep, dark rushing sound roared in my ears as my body stretched taut then went limp with release. Leaning forward, I was grateful for the cool feel of the ice against my heated cheeks. My body rocked to and fro several more times before Helm gave a shout of pleasure. Grabbing my hips tightly, he thrust in to the hilt, his hot seed releasing deep in my bottom.
After he pulled free, he lifted my limp body into his arms and kicked his feet from the stone ledge, sending us into the deeper, even warmer, waters. The floating sensation as our bodies bobbed up and down in the water only added to the strange, lightheaded feeling which had invaded my thoughts and limbs. Through half-closed eyes, I looked down at my body. My breasts and stomach were an angry red from being pressed against the ice. The bare lips of my core seemed swollen while my bottom’s opening felt stretched and bruised.
Tilting my head back, I searched Helm’s face. Sensing my regard, he turned his intense amber gaze on me. The tight set of his jaw had softened. His features gentled.
“My brothers in this curse may be right. You, my little Red, may be something special after all.”
CHAPTER 4
Returning to the camp wrapped only in my red cloak, I was surprised when Canis handed me a simple skirt, blouse, stockings and slippers.
At Helm’s questioning gaze, Canis said, “We ran into a few of the huntsmen while you were bathing Red. They dropped off their usual offering of flour and leather goods. Beo noticed they had two sacks filled with women’s garb so he latched onto one of them. They fought him a bit, but once Beo started to growl, they decided it wasn’t worth angering the wolves and released it.”
I strained to listen while attempting to appear uninterested. There were huntsmen in the woods. Huntsmen who knew of the wolves. Apparently these huntsmen saw these men in their wolf state and gave them goods and food as some sort of offering. Would they help me?
Shivering, I went and sat on a log used as a stool before the fire. Though the heat from the flames licked my skin, I couldn’t remove the cold that ran through my veins. Thoughts of how the dark force must have entered my body haunted me. It was the only explanation for the way my body responded to the touch of these men. Demons had to be lurking inside of me, and maybe I was becoming an animal myself. Would I too become one of the wolves? Was that why I saw men, because I had already become a beast like them?
I couldn’t get Grimm, Helm, and the sinful acts that had occurred out of my mind. I should detest both of them, and yet…I also couldn’t stop thinking of how the rest of their bodies had felt around me as we had slept last night. Their bodies all touched me, protecting me in their warmth. I had felt comforted even though I was merely their captive. Each man’s heavy breathing acted as a soft lullaby while I had the best sleep of my life.
The men seemed to be preoccupied with doing duties around the camp. Helm chopped and stacked wood near the fire. Beo sharpened a dagger in long fluid strokes against a rock. Canis expertly created a spear out of wood, shaving the end to a sharp point. Grimm worked on butchering a deer that had been hunted down earlier. Each one of them glanced at me from time to time, their amber eyes capturing me in their stare each time. I couldn’t tell if they were looks of lustful hunger, or looks of concern for my well-being. They were men of few words, yet they all seemed to communicate in their own way.
Rood approached me and placed a heavy fur on my shoulders. It smelled like them. Man. The scent overpowered my senses, and I closed my eyes and inhaled. Something about their spicy, earthy essence gave me an odd feeling of comfort. The warmth blanketing me was from far more than just the heavy furs. It was like the fur that laid heavy on my back provided me with the battle armor needed to fight this inner storm raging inside of me.
He then kneeled next to me and placed a piece of leather full of berries on my lap. “You need to eat,” he said. “The deer will be ready soon, but until it is, eat this.” He then inhaled deeply and a soft, growl-like sound emerged from his lips. He quickly stood and walked off, leaving me alone once again.