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Whoisthiswoman?The question is still pre-occupying my thoughts as she allows Snake to kiss her breasts with his tongue. I know where his tongue has just been, yet the sight makes my cock stiffen under my loin cloth. Her nipples are pink, and her chest flushes at Snake’s flickering touches.
When she kisses my jaw, I feel helpless.
I want her touches. I’ve never wanted anything more.
This woman shouldn’t be out here, alone and naked, but she is and every time she tugs on my fur, I want to pull her closer and warn her that she doesn’t know what she just got herself into.
There is no way we can let her leave after this.
She has cast a spell over all three of us.
She belongs with us now.
I will not be content to go back to The Abyss unless she is wrapped around me the way she is wrapped around Fox. I remember every single time that I took myself in hand, leaning against one of the trees out here in this forest, dreaming of meeting the shifter woman who would become mine.
None of those fantasies come close to the real feeling.
This woman is running on instinct.
She is free and open with her kisses and touches.
It is impossible not to get caught up in her energy.
She is such a small, delicate thing, yet she knows exactly what she wants, and she is not afraid to ask.
When she cries out, throwing her head back, Snake and Fox support her as she recovers, relaxing against them, and breathing hard. I watch her flushed face, and I know this is only the beginning.
She lifts her head slowly, chewing on her bottom lip as she readjusts her position.
Fox is gazing at her as if he is in love.
Snake has the same expression.
They are both ready to claim her.
I cannot deny that I feel the same way.
We have been alone for so long that perhaps we would feel this way about any woman who happened to cross our paths. I do not believe I would have the same gut reaction to anyone else, but it would be foolish not to find out more about this woman before this goes any further.
I should not let my brother’s unbridled enthusiasm sweep us away in a fantasy that may not be exactly what it looks like.
I must think about what Scar would do. He is not here, and I am in charge when he is not around. What happens next is my responsibility.
Fox is leaning into her touch as she strokes his cheek.
Snake is rubbing his head against hers, his eyes closed.
Why does she have to be so perfect?
I know without having to be told that this is not the way that most women would react to us.
We are not like the shifters she lives with. We do not look like them, and we do not behave as they do.
The longer I stand here watching my brothers with her, the harder I know it will be to do what needs to be done. It is best to do something now, before anything more can happen.
“We should not be doing this.”
