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leader, my wolf would brook no other—man nor beast—to be its equal.
Even as I struggled with the wolf now, I had struggled with it in the hall. The devil’s humor was plain in my curse. The wolf craved Beau as much as the man did. In the end it wanted what I did—Beau beneath me. Hands, nose and eyes filled with him. Teeth nipping at his bared and beautiful flesh while I took my pleasure inside.
The wolf, though, would take Beau by force, for no reason than to prove it could. It was the wolf that made me impatient, that roughened my every action.
And suddenly I found myself questioning how much of me wanting Beau was actually the wolf wanting to subjugate him. New I was still to this maddening beast. Was it trying to dominate me the same way it needed to dominate Beau? Would my laying with him be its victory?
How could such a simple and straightforward lust be so rife with confusion?
And why, really, had Beau refused me?
Once again I howled my heartgrief, and my human cry became the wolf’s. Giving in to its demand, seeking the forgetfulness it promised, I shifted, allowing it to take me, body, grief and soul.
Together, we ran.
Two hours, maybe three, later—for distant abbey bells pealed Matins—I shifted back. The hard run and sharing the beast’s simple, single-mindedness had centered me. Slipping back into my tunic, long enough for pre-dawn modesty, I bundled my leggings and slinked back into the hall and to Beau’s side.
He wakened immediately. Or, more likely, he had never been to sleep, waiting for me, having only shed his leggings for comfort.
“Was it me?” he asked quietly.
“What?”
“Why you left out of here like a whipped stallion. Was it because of me?”
“Yes.” I could sense his body tighten, feel the wince on his face as though it were my own. “I mean no. It wasn’t because we didn’t… I mean, it’s complicated. Merlin was right when he said I’m not as other men.”
“Are you malformed?” I heard the hint of smile in his voice, knew he softly teased.
“No.”
“Unendowed, perhaps?”
“I’ve heard no complaint—from neither woman nor man.”
“Then I would not be your first?”
Sure I was on hearing it he meant my first bedmate with stones and staff. Was it possible, though, he meant my first at all ? “Would I be yours?”
The flame at the end of the hall burned low. I could see him well enough through beast eyes, but I knew I was little more than shadow to him.
“Yes,” he said, no doubt of his meaning in the tone.
My staff twitched and I slowly exhaled. “I didn’t know.” And now that I did, I wanted him more. “Let me teach you,” I pleaded. A way for me to lead, him to follow, and my beast’s need for dominance be sated without sacrifice to pride.
Beau seemed to understand. “This night—and this night alone—” he said, “I am yours to command.”
The beast growled its approval and I hardened with renewed desire. Patience , I schooled the wolf before lowering my head to school Beau. No rough kiss this as before, but one of sensuous passion. Of lips on lips, brushing, teasing, parting, connecting again. Slipping a hand behind his head, twining my fingers in his thick blond hair, I urged him to sit. Parting his lips with a gentle, insistent pressure, I painted them with my tongue, he breathing softly against my face. Then I thrust in, pulling his head to mine, forcing myself deeper.
Then his lips circled my tongue and he sucked, drawing it deeper yet. My staff, free under my tunic, rose swiftly. I groaned.
Grabbing handfuls of his tunic I raised it till we were forced to break our kiss to slide it over his head. His shoulders, that kiss, the trail of hair disappearing into shadow…
“I think this first lesson will needs be short,” I panted.
His hands were already reaching for my tunic. “Show me first,” he breathed. “Instruct me later.”
Naked, I stood, drawing him to his knees. My staff, desperate for his touch,
Even as I struggled with the wolf now, I had struggled with it in the hall. The devil’s humor was plain in my curse. The wolf craved Beau as much as the man did. In the end it wanted what I did—Beau beneath me. Hands, nose and eyes filled with him. Teeth nipping at his bared and beautiful flesh while I took my pleasure inside.
The wolf, though, would take Beau by force, for no reason than to prove it could. It was the wolf that made me impatient, that roughened my every action.
And suddenly I found myself questioning how much of me wanting Beau was actually the wolf wanting to subjugate him. New I was still to this maddening beast. Was it trying to dominate me the same way it needed to dominate Beau? Would my laying with him be its victory?
How could such a simple and straightforward lust be so rife with confusion?
And why, really, had Beau refused me?
Once again I howled my heartgrief, and my human cry became the wolf’s. Giving in to its demand, seeking the forgetfulness it promised, I shifted, allowing it to take me, body, grief and soul.
Together, we ran.
Two hours, maybe three, later—for distant abbey bells pealed Matins—I shifted back. The hard run and sharing the beast’s simple, single-mindedness had centered me. Slipping back into my tunic, long enough for pre-dawn modesty, I bundled my leggings and slinked back into the hall and to Beau’s side.
He wakened immediately. Or, more likely, he had never been to sleep, waiting for me, having only shed his leggings for comfort.
“Was it me?” he asked quietly.
“What?”
“Why you left out of here like a whipped stallion. Was it because of me?”
“Yes.” I could sense his body tighten, feel the wince on his face as though it were my own. “I mean no. It wasn’t because we didn’t… I mean, it’s complicated. Merlin was right when he said I’m not as other men.”
“Are you malformed?” I heard the hint of smile in his voice, knew he softly teased.
“No.”
“Unendowed, perhaps?”
“I’ve heard no complaint—from neither woman nor man.”
“Then I would not be your first?”
Sure I was on hearing it he meant my first bedmate with stones and staff. Was it possible, though, he meant my first at all ? “Would I be yours?”
The flame at the end of the hall burned low. I could see him well enough through beast eyes, but I knew I was little more than shadow to him.
“Yes,” he said, no doubt of his meaning in the tone.
My staff twitched and I slowly exhaled. “I didn’t know.” And now that I did, I wanted him more. “Let me teach you,” I pleaded. A way for me to lead, him to follow, and my beast’s need for dominance be sated without sacrifice to pride.
Beau seemed to understand. “This night—and this night alone—” he said, “I am yours to command.”
The beast growled its approval and I hardened with renewed desire. Patience , I schooled the wolf before lowering my head to school Beau. No rough kiss this as before, but one of sensuous passion. Of lips on lips, brushing, teasing, parting, connecting again. Slipping a hand behind his head, twining my fingers in his thick blond hair, I urged him to sit. Parting his lips with a gentle, insistent pressure, I painted them with my tongue, he breathing softly against my face. Then I thrust in, pulling his head to mine, forcing myself deeper.
Then his lips circled my tongue and he sucked, drawing it deeper yet. My staff, free under my tunic, rose swiftly. I groaned.
Grabbing handfuls of his tunic I raised it till we were forced to break our kiss to slide it over his head. His shoulders, that kiss, the trail of hair disappearing into shadow…
“I think this first lesson will needs be short,” I panted.
His hands were already reaching for my tunic. “Show me first,” he breathed. “Instruct me later.”
Naked, I stood, drawing him to his knees. My staff, desperate for his touch,
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