Page 98 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

“Gods yes,” I breathe, desperately wishing I could clench my thighs together to relieve a bit of the ache between them. “Please fuck me, My Love.”

“Look at you, asking so politely.” As the last word ghosts over my ear, the hand on my chest moves lower. “Now, can you be a good girl and keep quiet for me? Or will I need to make you be quiet?”

Without giving me time to respond, Vannaria slips her hand beneath the waistband of my trousers, her fingers immediately seeking out the wetness between my already spread thighs. I’m barely able to stifle my surprised gasp, proving just how difficult it’ll be for me to stay quiet.

Humming softly, she lazily trails her fingers along my folds. “Answer the quiet, Your Majesty.” Her thumb brushes my clit, causing me to shudder. “Do I need to press my hand over your mouth? Force you to swallow down every whimper, every moan?”

Swallowing down one of those same moans she just mentioned, I grasp the arm around my waist and slowly bring her hand up to my mouth. “Please help me, My Love. For I fear I won’t be strong enough to contain my love for you on my own.”

Her hand immediately clamps over her mouth as two of her fingers slip inside me, her thumb resting against my clit. I clench my eyes shut tighter, grateful for the makeshift gag I’m currently moaning against. She chuckles, curling her fingers slightly and allowing the swaying motion of the horse beneath us to do most of the work for her.

At least at first, but then she whispers, “Does my queen desire more?” It’s a bit embarrassing how fast I nod. “Then take it.”

Swallowing down another moan at the command, I obediently roll my hips, fucking myself on her fingers. Letting go of her wrist, I once again reach back and clutch onto her thigh, desperately wishing I could be fucking her right now as well.

That thought is quickly forgotten when Stephan calls out, “Alright, they should be rested enough now for us to pick up the pace again.”

“Sounds good,” Vannaria yells back, not a single hint of what we’re doing in her tone. “It’ll also be easier on them now, since we’re no longer in the forest.”

Not only are we no longer in the forest, but the area around us is wide open. Without a single bit of cover to shield us from anyone else that might happen upon our group. Another spike of arousal rushes through me at the thought, which is honestly a bit ridiculous seeing as how anyone who saw us would want to kill her and kidnap me.

And yet, I don’t ask Vannaria to remove her hand as the horses leap into a brisk canter. Instead, I grit my teeth and time my hip thrusts with the horse’s footfalls, milking every bit of pleasure I can from the fingers buried deep inside my cunt. Vannaria braces her elbow against my chest, helping ensure I stay upright in the saddle while her thumb begins flicking back and forth across my clit.

My chest vibrates as I groan in pleasure. The hand on my mouth is slightly less necessary now that there are hoofbeats filling the air and wind rushing past all of our ears, but I don’t ask her to remove it either. However, I do let go of her thigh so I can sink my fingers into her hair and press her mouth back against my neck.

Taking the less than subtle hint, Vannaria returns to placing wet kisses on every bit of exposed skin her lips and tongue can reach.

Both of our movements are a bit clumsy, which is to be expected considering the ridiculously inappropriate situation. But even so, it only takes a few moments for my hips to begin bucking wildly and my breath to grow ragged. Another for me to be screaming against her palm while my cunt clamps tightly around her fingers. And then that familiar surge of pleasure spreads out from my clit, zipping throughout my entire body as if I’ve been struck by lightning.

When I fall limply back against her chest, Vannaria carefully pulls her fingers out from between my legs. “Are you alright?”, she asks, lowering her hand from my mouth and allowing me to suck in much needed lungfuls of air.

If she hadn’t spoken the words directly in my ear, I likely wouldn’t have heard them. Which, to be honest, I almost wish I hadn’t. How could she ask me such a foolish question? After that.

Looking over my shoulder at her gorgeous face, I shake my head and say, “You are ridiculous as ever, My Love. But to answer your question, yes. In fact, I’m more than alright. And eagerly awaiting the chance to return the favor.”

Vannaria smiles brightly, but whatever she whispers is drowned out by Kali yelling, “What was that? Did one of you say something?”

Still smiling, my elven prince calls out, “I was simply telling your friend how much I love her.”

“Oh. Carry on then.”

I nearly start laughing at Kali’s remake, but then my mind registers the term I just referred to Vannaria as. My elven prince. Prince. For so long that single word was enough to cause my heart to race. For ice cold fear to spread through my veins. Yet this is the first time I’ve realized it never once bothered me to think of Vannaria as a prince.

Hells, I’ve even jokingly called her Your Highness before. Which is… Was… I was forced to say it so often during…

“Are you sure you’re alright, Your Majesty?”

And just like that, I’m reminded exactly why I no longer have a reason to fear the word prince. Because this prince treats me like a fucking queen.

“I’m positive, My Love. How could I ever not be with you by my side?”

Her soft laughter tickles my ear as we continue traveling ever closer to our destination, and the ghosts from their past that likely await us there.

Chapter Forty

Aren

The streets of Zaris smell even worse than I remember. Which was already absolutely fucking awful. Why I’d agreed to take over earlier I’ll never know, because I’m most certainly regretting it now. At least the remainder of the journey here after the wolves that first morning had been mostly uneventful.