Vik
Sorrel’s dark eyes met mine. Lately she’d looked hard and wary, but with her body soft and flushed from her climax, she looked different. Hopeful.
Her skin pearly with my seed. My scent mingled with hers. It pleased the beast.
My chest rumbled with a contented half-growl, I rubbed my cheek against hers, angling my head to brush my beard over her forehead and down her left cheek. As I did, something flicked in the open bond. A light touch, like a butterfly alighting on a flower. Quick and then gone. But it had been there.
A third presence waited in my mind, expectant. I sent my question to Thorsteinn through the bond. Did you feel that, brother?
Yes, a touch of hope in him, too. But then, more wary, What have you done?
I didn’t answer. I teased Thorsteinn too. He wouldn’t be pleas
