Brokk
“She likes you,” Leif said.
“She does not.” I leaned against the wall, watching Willow sleep. We had ordered her to climax over and over, watching her hands on the petals of her s*x. We’d exhausted her.
After she fell asleep, both of us had walked to the edge of the wall and found our own release, gasping as we painted the stones with our seed.
“She trusts you, then,” Leif said. “She obeys your orders.”
“She grew up with strict rules. Some shackles are in the mind.”
“We must break them, then, and soon. At any moment, the Corpse King’s spies might find us, but we must bond with her before we return. Claim her before we present her to the pack.” Leif frowned.
“You are so sure she is ours? Maybe she is meant for another.” My heart hoped otherwise, of course, but it had betrayed m
