6
From then on the warriors stayed away as much as they could. The slow waning of the moon did nothing to diminish my need. If anything, it grew.
One night, after long hours tossing restlessly on the pelts, I heard a soft movement and opened my eyes.
Both men sat on the edge of the bed, the light in their eyes beacons in the night.
I sat up. Before I’d fallen asleep I’d tried to pleasure myself, fingers rubbing fruitlessly for release only a man could bring. Even the touch of fabric on my skin was unbearable, so I’d stripped it off.
As I grew more awake, I remembered I was naked under the pelts. The way the men fixed on my bare shoulders, I knew this fact wasn’t lost on them.
It didn’t matter. The heat infected my mind and all my good sense. Instead of clutching the pelts to my naked
