Rhett and I didn’t have to wait long as the crowd parted, revealing two tall men who made their way effortlessly through the mass of writhing bodies.
A wolf and a stag.It was like two ancient pagan deities had emerged from the depths of the underworld, gracing us mere mortals with their presence.The firelight flickered with an otherworldly glow, casting ethereal shadows upon them.Their presence resonated through the crowd, filling the atmosphere around us.
Their sheer size and male allure drew the attention of several women dressed in virginal white gowns so thin you could see the outline of their bodies as they moved.While the women had been showering couples with petals before, their focus now turned towards the men, movements captivated by the wolf and the stag.
The women in white tugged at the two men’s clothes until their shirts untied.Using fingers dipped in bowls of berry juice, they painted symbols on the men’s exposed chests.
A peculiar throbbing filled my ears, telling me to go to them.To claim these two pagan gods as mine.But I waited.They would seek me out.
The women tried to get the wolf and the stag to dance, but they were left disappointed as the men made their way through the crowd.The wolf and stag prowled around the dancers, hunting for their prey together, and I couldn’t look away.It was the stag who sensed my stare first.He stood still among the writhing couples, and the wolf came to join him.
Rhett let out a low whistle.‘Well, I think this is where I leave you, Caris.Have a good time.’He winked at me and disappeared into the crowd.
I was lightheaded as they stood before me.The scent of ash and ancient rituals wafted around me, enveloping my senses.Some part of my mind knew that something in the air was making me feel this, but I had no desire to examine it.
Not a word was uttered.Their eyes showed me what they wanted.The wolf took one of my hands, and the stag took the other.They pulled me through the crowd towards the fire and dancing couples.
I swayed to the beat of the drums, moving seductively between them.I would feel a hand on my hip, and then it would disappear.Fingers tangled in my hair, and another caressed my cheek.
I ran my palms along the length of the wolf’s naked arms, recalling how his muscles moved when he swung a hammer.It was the same as when he held his weight above me, thrusting between my legs.
Breathlessly, I found the opening of the stag’s shirt and felt him shiver as my fingers explored the symbols made with berry juice between the contours of his hard muscles.
The stag’s antlers tipped dangerously as he whispered in my ear, his voice thick with lust.‘Are you a goddess sent to torture me?’
‘Yes.’I turned until my lips hovered teasingly over his.
The stag and wolf moved closer until I was pressed between them, the three of us swaying to the primitive music as one body, one heart, one soul.
I felt the stag’s warm lips on my neck and the wolf’s seeking hands under my skirts.Their well-practi sed caresses stoked a fire low in my belly, and I was becoming drunk on these godlike men.All I wanted was more.
The stag’s hands came around to rest on my ribcage, temptingly close to the undersides of my aching breasts.His lips and tongue explored the sensitive areas of my neck and shoulder.
The wolf’s hand grabbed my thigh under my skirts and hooked my leg around his hip with a determined grip.
‘I cannot get enough of you.Every minute of every day, I crave you.To hear your voice, to smell your skin, to feel you warm and ready against me.’The wolf’s hand reached the curve of my backside, and I let out a moan.I could feel my desire coating my inner thighs.
‘Not here,’ Torgrin’s deep voice penetrated the fog of desire that clouded my mind.
Cillian’s parted lips were visible under the wolf’s furred nose and pointed teeth.His eyes looked dazedly at me through his wolf mask.Then he looked over my shoulder at Torgrin.‘Not here,’ Cillian agreed.
They pulled me through the crowd, pushing people out of our way, impatient to return to the inn.
CHAPTER 26
As we got further away from the revelry, the streets grew quieter.Soon, they were empty, and it was only the three of us stumbling breathlessly along the cobblestones.
The moment we were in my room, Cillian was tearing off the wolf’s head and reaching for me.His mouth was demanding and sweet on mine, like warmed mead.His hands began pushing my dress down to reveal my breasts.
My eyes met Torgrin’s over Cillian’s bent head.His exposed chest rose rapidly, and I saw him straining against his breeches.
Cillian took one of my peaked nipples into his hot mouth, and I moaned as I locked eyes with the man I couldn’t stop dreaming about.
Torgrin dropped his gaze and took a step towards the door.
‘Stay!’Cillian growled, turning with me in his arms and slamming me a little too hard against the door to prevent Torgrin from leaving.
Cillian’s eyes tried to focus on mine, and I was shocked by how large his pupils looked.
