Leif
Dawn had broken by the time I returned from the hunt.
We still had meat from the last kill, but until we got Willow to accept our claim, we would be glad not to have to leave to fetch food.
The musk of her arousal still hung over the keep, and the memory of her cries… I’d had to take my c**k in hand twice since she’d climaxed under the full moon, and still it felt hard as stone.
I dropped the bundle of rabbits onto a stone for cleaning and glanced about.
“Where is she?” I asked Brokk.
“In the lake. I can hear her splashing—she will not go far.”
“You trust her more than I do.”
He gave me a sly look. “If she disobeys she will be punished.”
My c**k pulsed in my breeches at that. Brokk acted stern, but I could read the eagerness he tried so hard to suppress. Let him pretend he ha
