as she pulled the covers over her more. Memories of the
previous night filled her mind. He’d fought for her and won. Her wolf had offered
herself to him. Dante hadn’t taken her as was his right, but now he could.
His fingers
crept over her waist under the blankets, causing her flesh to quiver, and
pulled her toward him. Something hard poked her in the side, and she felt more
than a little confused by the feelings washing over her.
“Please…I…” She
wasn’t sure what to say.
“Shh,” he told
her as his body rolled over her and his weight pressed down on her for a
moment. He stopped on top of her. His hardness pressed firmly against her, and
she gasped as his gaze looked between her mouth and eyes. She trembled, the
fear and excitement washing over her in a mix. He smiled before he continued
over top and onto the other side of her.
“I’ll make you
some breakfast,” he said as he stood without removing the coverings from her.
Anya tried not
to look, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced at him. He was
completely naked except for the bracelet of her hair on his wrist. The man was
extremely muscular, and as he pulled his pants on, she caught sight of what had
poked her. She had only seen a penis once, and that was when she’d caught a guy
peeing outside. The thing between Dante’s legs didn’t look anything like that
other guy’s, and she swallowed hard as she quickly looked away.
Her tummy
fluttered for a moment at the thought that they could have mated, that if he
had wanted to, he could have. Instead, there he was going to go make her
breakfast. She was a little taken aback by it. She eyed the room to see if
there was something she could wear and noticed this was not the same place
Dante had been holding her.
The room wasn’t
big, but it did have a window. The bed was very large, a queen by the looks of
it, and both the headboard and footboard were made from carved wood. The corner
posts nearly touched the ceiling, and a sheer material covered the top. Anya
looked over the rest of the room and saw a closet without a door. In it hung a
few apparel items. None of it was anything fancy, just basic everyday men’s
clothing.
Right beside the
bed sat a long triple dresser and on top of it were a few knickknacks, a
mirror, washbasin, shaving brush and razor as well as a long, deep brown braid.
Anya looked closer at the braided hair and saw a man’s wedding band tied to it
with a piece of twine. Cora had told her the old custom they had of women
showing their intentions by giving a man a braided lock of their hair to wear.
Alex had one of Cora’s, and he wore it around his wrist just as Dante had with
her own lock.
Slowly Anya
slipped out of bed, her body sore and tired, her legs still shaky as she made
for the closet and quietly pulled one of Dante’s large shirts off the hanger
and then put it on. It fit her like a tent, hanging to just below her knees,
and the arms she had to roll up several times. Gingerly she crept toward the
door, which was still partially open. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her
and she wanted to see where she was.
Anya used the
wall to help her stay on her feet and walked out into a large open room. It
looked like a rustic old cabin. A couple wooden chairs sat in front of a stone
fireplace, which had a fire burning in it. The walls had no adornments other
than a few wicker baskets, which seemed to be stuffed with odds and ends. A
small kitchen area to her left had an old hand pump over a large metal
washbasin. Above that was a set of shelves that were laden with plates, cups
and such. Beside that was a door that just had a knotted rope handle.
There wasn’t
much else in there. A few throw rugs on the bare wooden floorboards, some coats
hanging by what she assumed was the door out and a large trunk. A small table
was set with two plates and what looked like an old-time percolator glass pot.
It was filled with what she believed was coffee. A few feet
previous night filled her mind. He’d fought for her and won. Her wolf had offered
herself to him. Dante hadn’t taken her as was his right, but now he could.
His fingers
crept over her waist under the blankets, causing her flesh to quiver, and
pulled her toward him. Something hard poked her in the side, and she felt more
than a little confused by the feelings washing over her.
“Please…I…” She
wasn’t sure what to say.
“Shh,” he told
her as his body rolled over her and his weight pressed down on her for a
moment. He stopped on top of her. His hardness pressed firmly against her, and
she gasped as his gaze looked between her mouth and eyes. She trembled, the
fear and excitement washing over her in a mix. He smiled before he continued
over top and onto the other side of her.
“I’ll make you
some breakfast,” he said as he stood without removing the coverings from her.
Anya tried not
to look, but her curiosity got the better of her, and she glanced at him. He was
completely naked except for the bracelet of her hair on his wrist. The man was
extremely muscular, and as he pulled his pants on, she caught sight of what had
poked her. She had only seen a penis once, and that was when she’d caught a guy
peeing outside. The thing between Dante’s legs didn’t look anything like that
other guy’s, and she swallowed hard as she quickly looked away.
Her tummy
fluttered for a moment at the thought that they could have mated, that if he
had wanted to, he could have. Instead, there he was going to go make her
breakfast. She was a little taken aback by it. She eyed the room to see if
there was something she could wear and noticed this was not the same place
Dante had been holding her.
The room wasn’t
big, but it did have a window. The bed was very large, a queen by the looks of
it, and both the headboard and footboard were made from carved wood. The corner
posts nearly touched the ceiling, and a sheer material covered the top. Anya
looked over the rest of the room and saw a closet without a door. In it hung a
few apparel items. None of it was anything fancy, just basic everyday men’s
clothing.
Right beside the
bed sat a long triple dresser and on top of it were a few knickknacks, a
mirror, washbasin, shaving brush and razor as well as a long, deep brown braid.
Anya looked closer at the braided hair and saw a man’s wedding band tied to it
with a piece of twine. Cora had told her the old custom they had of women
showing their intentions by giving a man a braided lock of their hair to wear.
Alex had one of Cora’s, and he wore it around his wrist just as Dante had with
her own lock.
Slowly Anya
slipped out of bed, her body sore and tired, her legs still shaky as she made
for the closet and quietly pulled one of Dante’s large shirts off the hanger
and then put it on. It fit her like a tent, hanging to just below her knees,
and the arms she had to roll up several times. Gingerly she crept toward the
door, which was still partially open. Her curiosity had gotten the better of her
and she wanted to see where she was.
Anya used the
wall to help her stay on her feet and walked out into a large open room. It
looked like a rustic old cabin. A couple wooden chairs sat in front of a stone
fireplace, which had a fire burning in it. The walls had no adornments other
than a few wicker baskets, which seemed to be stuffed with odds and ends. A
small kitchen area to her left had an old hand pump over a large metal
washbasin. Above that was a set of shelves that were laden with plates, cups
and such. Beside that was a door that just had a knotted rope handle.
There wasn’t
much else in there. A few throw rugs on the bare wooden floorboards, some coats
hanging by what she assumed was the door out and a large trunk. A small table
was set with two plates and what looked like an old-time percolator glass pot.
It was filled with what she believed was coffee. A few feet
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