Hawk's Nest (Tremble Island) by Lynn Ray Lewis

clear water over her chest and shuddered from the icy bite on her tender flesh.
    She felt him behind her and turned her head to see what he planned to do here in the swift current. It was too cold for the same activities they had enjoyed on the mossy bank. His arms enfolded her as he turned her into his embrace. His hands again sought out her ass cheeks and pulled them as wide apart as they would go, while the rushing water slapped through the split between her furry mons and the top of her butt. The cold water rushed against her sensitive nubbin and she gasped. His fingers slowly slid down further to open her wider so the water could rush in and wash away the fluids that were still trickling from her vaginal channel. She saw the deep crescents that her fingernails had scarred him with and felt a twinge of remorse. Scooping up handfuls of water and splashing it over the wounds washed away the crusting blood droplets and took away the redness surrounding the wounds. “I hurt you, I’m sorry for the pain, but the pleasure you gave me in return, that, my Lord Hawk, will be remembered always.” She kissed each red crescent and she spoke, ending with her lips against his male nipple. “Do you like this too?” she asked before taking the tiny nubbin into her warm mouth and nibbling on it with her small sharp teeth.
    His lips were at her neck, trailing kisses and whispered words that she barely registered, before she lost her footing and unbalanced both of them, sending him completely under the water, and her swallowing water as she tried to keep from submerging. He came up sputtering and shaking his head back and forth to fling the water from his hair. He looked at her panicked face and began to laugh. She joined in his gleeful laughter. They waded from the water and got dressed.
    Hawk watched as she pulled her fishing lines from the water. She had four nice sized fish for the dinner that she and Fern would share. “Some of us have to be smarter than the fish, we cannot spot our dinner from far above and grab our unwary prey like some others I could mention.” The swat on her ass and the mock scowl topped by laughing eyes set the tone for the afternoon.
    He walked with her back to the Village and right to her doorway. She ducked inside before he could steal another kiss, but he followed her. She was his woman now, she needed to know it. She would also need to come to terms with the fact she would be taking on two men as her mates, not just him. They needed to talk, but he could hear the crunching of a wagon outside of the hovel, and Fern would be joining them within moments. “I want you to come to the Hall at first light, we have much to speak of, and that is a discussion that needs to be done in private. If I take you back to the Hall, the temptation of your embrace would be far too tempting, and I am fairly certain your body is too sore for any further lovemaking tonight.” He leaned in for a breath stealing kiss and whispered against her lips as he let her go. “Be there at first light.” Then he turned away, and left the hovel.
    The noise and confusion of the returning villagers combined with the influx of prisoners and their victims insured that Hawk would be kept busy for hours. First came the victims riding in the wagon pulled by the lumbering beast. The wagon stopped at the pathway into the Hall, and a small crowd gathered as the victims of abuse were unloaded and taken into the building through the main doors. There were gasps as the emaciated bodies of the wolf cubs were tenderly carried inside. The tiny girl with her ragged shift and skin covered bones elicited gasps and shouts of outrage. The little dragon was sleeping peacefully within an Amazon’s arms. No one had seen such a creature before. Some chuckles could be heard at the sight of the creature, but it made a burping sound as would any baby, the small puff of smoke that escaped the fanged mouth had those closest drawing back, wondering what sort of