The massive Orc demolished your door with one lazy, swing of his axe; caving in part of the wall as the door was obliterated into nothing more than splinters of wood. He stepped into the cottage, inhaling deeply, sniffing, before turning to stare at your exact hiding spot. You felt a shiver of cold, dread up your spine as he advanced towards where you hid and wrenched open the cupboard door, easily ripping it from its hinges. "Aye, what do we ave' here?" He growled fiercely, a hint of Scottish brogue in his tone. "A pretty little, pet." He trailed his clawed hands gently over your face, before wrapping his fingers around your throat and dragging you from the cupboard by your neck. "I'll be taking you with me." He growled, his gold eyes blazing with interest and lust.

He paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow, watching you carefully as you panted; your chest heaving up and down rapidly under his gaze. "I'll be wanting you to come wi' me." He rumbled deeply, almost fondly, although there was still the same underlying threat of violence if you disobeyed.

"No one else..." You gasped out, unable to tear your eyes away from his. His gaze held yours like a vice as he took another step closer; the heat of his body enveloping you despite the cold of the room. He smiled cruelly at that, pressing a forefinger against your lips, silencing you. "Nay, Lyra." He said softly, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine. "They'll not be wanting you." His other hand slipped to cup your ass possessively, squeezing roughly and

sending a jolt of pain-tinged arousal through you. "You're mine now." His other hand lifted, cupping the side of your face gently, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip before slowly sliding inside; stroking along your teeth and teasing at the sensitive flesh behind them.

"Mine." He growled again, shaking you slightly. "And only mine." His hands held you tightly but gently as he waited for your reply; watching carefully for any sign of resistance or disobedience.

"Yes... yours..." You whispered, your voice shaking a little, gazing up into those cold, golden eyes. His grin widened at that, making him look positively feral as he dipped his head to brush his lips against yours; their texture rough and unyielding compared to the softness of your own. "Yours," He echoed,

purring with satisfaction as he nipped at your lower lip before finally pulling back to glance around the room once more; taking in the destruction his men were causing as they pillaged the little cottage. "I want you to go and wait for me by the front door." He growled, his voice deep and commanding.

Your heart pounded with a mix of fear, arousal and determination as you nodded slowly, your gaze still fixed on him; unable to take your eyes from that massive, intimidating figure. The Orc Lord smiled again, unamusedly this time, before releasing you and stepping back to let you go to the door, the motion of his hand guiding you there with an almost mocking gentleness.

He'd only be gone for a little while, he promised, to oversee the rest of the raid. But you knew that time might as well have

stopped moving at this point; with him away from you and commanding his attention elsewhere, your focus shifted back towards the cupboard he'd just so brutally torn open. Your heart raced as you pictured yourself curled up inside it again; safe, but trapped and alone. Or maybe you should try to escape somehow... if only there were some way out of this little village before his men returned. But then, there was always the chance that he'd take you with them too, wouldn't he? What would happen then...?

The longer he waited for you to obey him and go to the front door, the harder it became to ignore the desire building up inside of you; a hot ache that seemed to center between your legs. You felt restless, anxious... and more than anything else, needy. His scent was all over you; lingering on your skin and in your hair like an invisible cloak that woke up hungers you'd never known existed. You had to resist the urge to pace back and forth or wriggle against his touch as he held you close. It wouldn't do to annoy him further... not when he hadn't decided what he was going to do with you yet.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but could only have been a few heartbeats, the Orc Lord growled his name and approached once more; all pretense of gentleness abandoned now as his eyes gleamed with

desire. "Lyra." He rumbled out your name like a warning, holding you by the scruff of the neck; his claws digging into your skin painfully but leaving only shallow cuts that promised to heal up quickly once he let go. "Come here," he growled roughly, tugging on your neck to pull you closer as his other hand trailed over your ass, cupping it possessively again.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you looked up into those golden eyes; so deep and intense they seemed to burn right through you. "Yes... master," you whispered, trembling slightly. He released your neck with a grunt, stepping back to give himself room as he circled you slowly, watching with hungry eyes as you did the same. His cock was already half-hard at the sight of you, and when you looked lower, down between his legs...

You swallowed hard, feeling your own need spike further at the sight of him; thick, veiny, uncut and so large that it looked almost obscene against his broad body. "Please..." You breathed out slowly, hardly able to believe yourself as you reached a hand towards him; intending to touch, to stroke... to claim what was now yours. His eyes narrowed dangerously for a moment before he stepped forward again, taking your wrist in a bruising grip and spinning you roughly; your back pressed against his chest as one of his massive hands moved between your legs, parting them roughly and shoving aside the remains of your torn underwear.

His fingers were rough but surprisingly gentle as he prodded at your entrance; spreading your folds wide before circling around to stroke the swollen, aching little bundle of nerves beneath them. "You're wet for me." He grunted

in satisfaction, thrusting two fingers deeper as he growled roughly into your ear. You moaned softly, arching back against him; the feel of his thick digits sliding in and out of you almost too much to bear. His cock jerked in response to that soft little sound, leaking a bead of precum onto the ground as it strained upwards towards your entrance.

"Mmm... more..." You panted breathlessly, pressing back against him; craving his touch and wondering how much deeper he could go with just his fingers. "Please." His other hand trailed up your stomach to cup one breast roughly, squeezing and rolling the sensitive nipple between thumb and forefinger as he began to thrust his fingers harder and faster inside of you; causing you to cry out in pleasure-pain.

"Yes... this is mine..." He growled against your neck, "Mine

to claim... and mine to claim again." With that he withdrew his fingers roughly, leaving you gasping and trembling as he stepped back once more. Your eyes widened in surprise as he turned to face the bed, lying down on top of it; long, strong arms stretched out above his head as he gave you a challenge in his eyes. "Come here," He growled roughly again, gesturing impatiently for you to join him.

Trembling with need and anticipation, you moved to obey; climbing onto the bed carefully before crawling over the mass of furs until your body was pressed flush against his. Your breasts flattened against his broad chest as one of his hands came up to cup them roughly once more, thumbs brushing roughly against your nipples until they were hard and aching. "Do you want this?" He growled, pressing the head of his cock against your

clenched sex as he ground his hips forward, slowly pushing his thick length inside her. The feel of him stretching her was almost too much to bear and she arched into him; crying out in relief as he filled her up completely. He growled low in his throat at the feeling of being so deep inside her; impossibly large cock claiming her body with ease. With a rough groan, he started thrusting slowly, leaning down to capture one of your nipples between his teeth and suckling roughly as he fucked you.

You moaned into the furs, gripping his shoulders tightly as he took you harder and faster; pushing himself deeper with every thrust. His hips slapped audibly against yours with each downward movement, their bodies sliding wetly together in a rhythm that had you close to losing it already. His free hand trailed up your belly before g

ripping away the remains of your shredded underwear; flinging them across the room as he exposed your folds to the cool air. His fingers dipped inside you again, circling your clit roughly before slowly sliding down to play with your entrance once more; spreading your wetness around him as he thrust even deeper into you.

The feel of his rough skin dragging against your most sensitive spots made you cry out in pleasure, your whole body tensing as the orgasm built up fast and hard inside you. "Oh fuck..." You moaned, arching off the bed beneath him. "I'm gonna..."

His movements became more frantic then; harder and faster as he neared his own release. His claws dug into your hips, marking you in a way that would never fade; leaving you marked as his forever. With a harsh groan, he slammed into

you, hips slapping hard against yours as his hot seed spilled deep inside you. Your walls convulsed around him in rhythm with your orgasm; squeezing and milking his cock of every last drop of cum as he growled out a rough, animalistic cry into the crook of your neck. His hips stilled at last, his heavy breathing mixing with yours as they slowly calmed once more.

He leaned back slightly to look down at you, studying you carefully before letting go entirely and sliding gently out of your body. With a sigh, he rolled off the bed and stood up, moving towards one of the few intact windows in the room to gaze out onto the village below. His breathing slowly returned to normal as his cock finally started to shrink back to its former size; pearl-pale flesh slowly turning red and

tender once more beneath its thick, veiny hide. The sight of the destruction wrought by his men filled him with a grim sort of satisfaction; but it was nothing compared to the feeling he got when he looked down at you, still sprawled on his bed, gasping for air and adjusting to the strange fullness inside your sex.

He turned away from the window and moved back over to where you were lying; crouching down next to the bed to look into your eyes. "My pet," he growled roughly, running a clawed hand through his thick hair before reaching up to stroke the bruises left by his grip on your neck. "I've claimed you as mine now." His gaze was intense and predatory as he studied your reaction to his touch. "Do you understand what that means?"

Your heart raced in your chest, but you nodded slowly; unable to tear your gaze away from those golden eyes. He smiled then; a dangerous, predatory smile that sent shivers down your spine. "Good girl." With that he leaned down, pressing his lips roughly against yours; their texture so rough it was almost painful as they bruised your own in response. When he finally pulled back, he let out another gruff laugh before climbing onto the bed beside you; stretching out fully to rest his head on one hand while the other idly traced lazy patterns over your stomach and down towards your sex.

You lay there panting, watching him warily as he seemed to consider what to do next. Part of you was scared that he might get angry again, but another part wanted nothing more than for him to touch you; to claim you all over again. It had been so intense before

and you knew that it would only get better from here... if he let it. You closed your eyes, unable to resist the urge to lean into his touch when he brushed a knuckle over your clit, teasing you mercilessly before finally sliding two fingers inside you once more; spreading your wetness around and finding that sweet spot deep within with practiced ease.

His other hand moved to cup your breast roughly again, pinching the nipple hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain through you as he fucked his fingers deeper inside of you with each thrust; building you up towards another climax that would leave you completely spent and satisfied. Your breath came in ragged gasps as you arched into him, moaning softly when he increased the pressure just enough to send sparks of pleasure dancing through your body.

"Yes," He growled against your ear, feeling your body respond to his touch with nothing but wanton need and lust. "Be mine." His other hand moved lower then, cupping your sex roughly before sliding a finger into you once more; joining the other as they worked together to bring you closer and closer to release.

"Mine," He said again, thrusting his fingers harder now; his hips moving in rhythm with

his hand as he felt your body tighten around him. "Always mine." And then you were there; the orgasm cresting and breaking over you like a wave, washing through every part of you until your whole body convulsed in pleasure under his touch. Your cries filled the room, echoing back at you as you came apart in his arms; clenching tightly around him as you rode out the force of your orgasm, milking every last bit of release from your aching body.

At last, your spasms slowly began to subside and you fell back against the bed, exhausted and satiated but still far from asleep; waiting for him to finish with you. He removed his fingers carefully, watching them slide out of you with an almost hungry expression in his eyes before leaning forward again; pressing a soft kiss to your sweat-slick skin where it met his hand. "Sleep

Now," he murmured, voice rough with lust as he settled back against the pillows once more; watching you warily from the corner of his eye. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have you suck on him... or maybe even ride him until they came together. The thought made his cock twitch in anticipation, and it took every ounce of self-control he had not to pull you back onto the bed and take you right then and there; hard and rough until neither of you could move anymore.

But no... that would have to wait for another time. For now, he could at least enjoy the sight of your soft body sprawled out beneath him while he waited for his men to finish their work and return to camp. He smiled once more, the expression a mix of amusement and possessiveness as he brushed a lock of hair from your forehead; letting his fingertips trail slowly down the

bridge of your nose before finally coming to rest on the center of your bottom lip. His thumb moved slowly, teasingly, tracing tiny circles over the sensitive flesh as he wondered what else he could do with you... how far he could push you until you begged for mercy and then beyond that point; when you'd thank him for it anyway because that's what good little pet slaves did.

"Sleep," He repeated gently, giving your lip a final, possessive nuzzle before leaning back to watch you again; his heart racing in time with the beat of your own. "I'll be right here if you need me." And even though he knew it was likely that he wouldn't get any sleep himself for the rest of the night, it didn't matter; because as long as she was there beneath him, safe and sound and his to claim whenever he wanted... everything was just fine.

Orf scent filled the air, heavy with sex and power as Kaz'Vog loomed over Lyra; his cock still hard and leaking after their encounter. His golden eyes flashed dangerously as he stared down at her, not quite satisfied despite everything they'd done. "And what if I wanted that?" He growled, a hungry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Lyra looked up at him from beneath her lashes, a wicked glint in her own green eyes. "You know you do." Her voice was soft and sure, edged with challenge. Despite everything, she felt an odd sense of power over this massive Orc; as if perhaps she could make him hers completely if she just pushed the right buttons.

The air between them crackled with tension as they stared each other down. Then, slowly, almost reluctantly, Kaz'Vog stepped back;

retreating until his body brushed against the wall behind him. "All right," he rumbled, his chest heaving as he fought to control his desire. "Come here." The words came out more roughly than he intended, but she didn't seem fazed; her expression remaining confident and almost cocksure.

With a shaky breath, Lyra moved forward, hips swaying as she approached him. When she was close enough to touch, she reached out, running her fingers up his thick arm before wrapping them around his neck. "I want you to fuck my face," she whispered, voice barely more than a husky breath against his skin. Her blue eyes met his, unblinking and challenging.

He stared down into those emerald orbs for a long moment, struggling with the urge to claim her in any other way; but something about her boldness made him tremble with desire

anew. "All right," he growled finally, his voice rough as he gave a shaky nod. He was surprised by the force of his own need; a primitive instinct taking over, driving him to take her and make her his completely. With a grunt of effort, he wrapped one massive hand around the base of his cock, using it to steady himself as he lowered himself down, positioning the head of his erection at Lyra's open mouth.

Her eyes closed briefly when she felt the heat of him pressing against her lips; a soft moan escaping before she could stop herself. She opened her mouth wider, revealing her wet, pink tongue as he pushed forward, sliding the head of his cock into her mouth with a rough groan. Her teeth scraped lightly over his sensitive flesh; causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot up his spine and make him gasp aloud.

Without warning, Kaz'Vog shoved his hips forward again, forcing more of his length into her mouth. Lyra gagged around him, her hands moving to clutch at his broad shoulders as she struggled not to choke on him. Her throat burned and her eyes watered from the effort of taking so much of him at once; but she didn't want to give up, not now that he was finally hers like this.

"That's it," he growled above her, his hips rocking slowly as he fucked her face with unchecked lust. His cock slid in and out of her wet mouth easily; each thrust making him harder and more possessive as he lost himself to the feeling of having her wrapped around him like this. Her tongue swirled against the veins running up his shaft, driving him wild with pleasure as she moaned and gurgled beneath him.

After what seemed like an eternity of her sucking and stroking and worshiping him with her body, he felt the telltale spasms begin deep within his balls. With a wordless cry of release, he thrust hips forward hard, driving as much of his length into her mouth as he could before emptying his seed down her throat in hot, thick gouts. Her muscles convulsed around him as she swallowed eagerly, drawing every last drop from his cock with a moan that sounded almost like a purr.

It was only when she released him with a satisfied sigh and his thighs grew heavy from holding himself up over her that he realized he had cum all over the floor as well; sticky spurts painting vivid images across the cold stone ground between them. His chest heaved as he fought to catch his breath, and when Lyra looked up at him with those strange eyes

now clouded with lust, it was all he could do not to drag her up off the floor and take her right then and there. But instead he knelt beside her, still catching his breath as he watched her lick the last of his cum from her lips, savoring every taste. Her tongue flickered over her bottom lip, gathering up any stray drops before swallowing them down greedily; a hungry look in her eyes that made him shudder with desire once more.

"Good girl," he murmured finally, running rough fingers through the tangled mess of blue and green curls atop her head as she lapped at his seed one last time before pulling back to look up at him. He leaned down then; capturing a strand of her hair between his teeth and tugging gently as he brought their faces together once more, kissing Lyra roughly despite the trail of cum still on

his lips. She moaned into the kiss, pushing herself against him; her body remembering his weight and need as she arched her back in invitation. His eyes flashed at the feel of it, and with a savage growl he pushed her down onto the floor again, bending over her as his tongue found its way into her mouth to mate with hers while his other hand gripped the back of her head, holding her still beneath him. He fucked her mouth hard and rough, relishing the feel of her hot, wet body beneath him once more.

"Mine," he grunted between kisses, unable to stop himself from planting more bruises on her delicate skin as he marked his claim over and over again. Her nails scratched at his back, leaving shallow red lines down his broad chest; driving him wild with need. "Always mine," he growled into her ear before pulling back with

a harsh laugh. His gaze met hers again, and for a moment he wondered if she truly understood what she was saying; what it meant to be his. But then she smiled up at him, her eyes bright and confident; the bond between them clear as day even to someone like him who'd never known anything like this before. And with that, any doubts fled from his mind.

He would make Lyra silver his... in every way possible.

It had been hours since the battle ended; the last of Kaz'Vog's men returning to camp long ago. The sounds of celebration and victory echoed through the village, punctuated by roars of laughter and cries of triumph. The smoke from countless fires drifted up into the air above them, casting a warm orange glow over everything it touched.

But Kaz'Vog was in no mood to celebrate. Not yet. He sat on a makeshift throne constructed from the splintered remnants of his own war table and the woodwork torn from Lyra silver's bedframe, his massive bulk towering over everything else in the room; including Lyra herself who knelt at his feet.

Her head was bowed in submission, her hands folded meekly before her. Even though he'd taken her earlier, fucked her senseless and marked her as his own,

still he found himself wanting more. There was something about the way she trembled beneath his gaze that drove him wild with desire; made him ache to have her all over again.

He reached down, running rough fingers through the curls atop her head before tugging gently; forcing her chin up so that she looked into his eyes. Her green orbs fluttered shut as if they hurt from being open so wide, but it only served to heighten his arousal. "Look at me," he growled, his voice thick with need and lust. "You are mine."

Lyra's lips parted on a soft gasp, her body trembling as if in anticipation of what was to come. Even though she knew what would happen, the knowledge didn't diminish her desire; only made it burn hotter. Her gaze locked with his and held fast, refusing to look away no

matter how much he pulled at her head or growled in warning. She belonged to him now, body and soul, and there was nothing she wouldn't do for him; even if it meant risking everything else.

With a harsh laugh, Kaz'Vog wrapped his hand around the back of her neck, pulling her roughly toward him until their lips met in a savage kiss. He fucked her mouth like he'd fuck her ass earlier; rough and demanding and possessive as he took what was his without any thought for her comfort or pleasure. She moaned around him, arching into the contact; pushing against him with need that seemed to grow stronger by the moment.

His hand moved lower then, gripping her breast roughly through the thin cloth of her shift before yanking it down her arm and tossing it aside. Her naked breast sprang free from its confines, jutting out proudly from beneath her; nipple pebbled and erect in the cool air of the tent. He took the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently before bringing it to his lips and sucking sharply.

Lyra cried out at the sensation, arching into him; her hips lifting off the ground in search of more contact with his hand. Her body ached for him already, needy and wanting; so used to being filled and claimed that it couldn't rest now. When he switched his attention from one breast to the other, she moaned even louder, her back arching farther off the ground as he

tortured her sensitive nipples with his rough mouth and hands. But it was when he shifted between her legs that she finally lost control; her hips bucking wildly beneath him as she sought out the hard length of his cock once more. He growled, pleased by her eagerness and obedience; but he wasn't quite done with her breasts yet. With one last harsh pull on her nipple, he released it and sat back to watch her squirm as he traced gentle circles around her aching sex instead.

Lyra whimpered in frustration, struggling against the bond between them as she tried to force him back into taking her. But he only chuckled darkly, his voice rough with lust as he leaned forward once more; planting a sharp kiss atop her mound before moving lower still, running his tongue down the length of her slit and teasing

She gasped as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her puckered hole; then she cried out when he thrust it inside, laving her tight, virgin passage with his rough tongue as he tongued-fucked her roughly. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, digging furrows in the carpet beneath them as she tried to remain still for him; tried not to writhe and beg for more. But it was useless; nothing could stop the need that coursed through her body like wildfire; driving her crazy with want and desire for this massive Orc who owned every part of her now.

"Yes," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he tongued her entrance roughly, fucking her ass in time with his rough words. "You're so tight around me... Gods how I've missed this." He lifted his head then, looking down at her with

her body spread out beneath him, naked and exposed to his every touch. Her skin glowed in the warm light of the fires outside, flushed and feverish from their passionate lovemaking; and it was all he could do not to claim her again right then and there on the floor, rough and hard as steel. But for now, he would savor this; savor the feel of her body arching off the ground toward him in helpless need as she tried to pull him closer while at the same time struggled against the bond between them.

It was perfection. It was everything he'd ever wanted. And it was his.

Lyra trembled beneath Kaz'Vog as he continued to tease and torment her with his tongue; each flick against her opening making her cry out in pleasure. Her body ached for release, needing the hard length of his cock inside her again, but even knowing it was only a matter of time didn't make the waiting any easier.

He lifted his head finally, staring down at her with hooded eyes. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he fought to control his desire; to give her what she needed without taking her completely apart in the process. Her gaze locked with his, unblinking and steady even as her heart raced and her skin glowed red from exertion.

Slowly, he reached between them, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. She arched into him, her body crying out for more; a shudder passing through her as

he slowly thrust inside her, filling her once again with his massive girth. She cried out, the sound muffled by the carpet beneath them; her hips lifting off the ground in search of more contact with his cock as he began to move inside her. Slowly at first, then faster, deeper; each thrust driving her further and further over the edge of sanity until she was nothing but a shuddering, quivering mass of need and want beneath him.

"Mine," he growled roughly, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back inside with enough force to make the air leave her lungs in a harsh whoosh. He rode her like this for what felt like an eternity; each stroke sending shards of pleasure through her body as it lit every nerve ending on fire. Her fingernails dug into his thighs, drawing beads of blood as she fought to

control herself; to wait for him to give her what she craved before losing herself completely. But it was no use; the dam inside her had broken long ago and there was nothing that could stop the tide of need and desire that surged through her now.

With a harsh curse, Kaz'Vog reached between them again; this time grasping her swollen, aching clit and rolling it roughly between his thumb and forefinger as he fucked her faster, harder still. Her head thrashed back and forth on the carpet, her moans filling the air as she came apart under him; the orgasm ripping through her body like a firestorm, leaving her panting and spent in its wake.

For several long moments he continued to ride her; his thrusts growing more brutal as he himself neared completion. Then, with a wordless roar that echoed around them, he sl

urched forward, burying himself to the hilt inside her once more as his climax exploded through him; hot cum splashing into her over and over again. She sobbed brokenly beneath him, her body trembling from the intensity of it; every muscle clenching tight around him in response to the powerful release.

Finally, Kaz'Vog collapsed against her, breathing hard as his weight pinioned her to the carpet once more. His cock twitched within her, still expelling small spurts of cum even though he was done; but she hardly noticed as exhaustion slowly began to creep over her, dragging her under.

"Sleep," he growled roughly against her ear, his voice hoarse and raw with the effort it had taken not to lose complete control. "Tomorrow we'll take back what is rightfully mine." His grip on her loos

neath the guise of bondage only tightened at her words, sending a shiver through her body. He closed his eyes, falling asleep with his lips pressed to her ear and one massive arm wrapped around her, holding her against him like she belonged there; like they were made for each other. And for now, Lyra silver would do anything he asked, say anything he wanted her to say, just to remain in his embrace; safe beneath the shelter of his strength and protection.

It had been almost a year since that fateful night when they made love for the first time; their bodies entwined as one, claiming each other as mates. In that time, Lyra silver had given birth to three healthy children; two strong sons and a beautiful daughter with golden curls just like hers. The babies were the image of their father in every way; from their broad shoulders to their thick limbs and powerful builds.

But even more than that, they shared his intelligence and strength of will; his ability to lead and protect those under him. Lyra watched them with pride as they grew bigger and stronger every day; learning the ways of their kind at Kaz'Vog's feet. They were her children, yes; but more than that they were also his heirs; the future of not only their family but of the entire clan.

Kaz'Vog held her close as they walked through the village together

on a cool spring day, his massive arm wrapped around her waist like a steel band. The people bowed their heads in respect as he passed; some of them kneeling in the dirt before them, offering gifts or words of praise and adoration. It was clear that under his leadership, the clan had prospered; grown stronger and more united than ever before. And at the center of it all was Lyra silver; the symbol of their new beginning; the woman who had made him whole once more with her love and devotion.

"You're looking particularly beautiful today," he rumbled roughly against her ear, nuzzling it with his nose before planting a soft kiss there. "Makes me want to take you right here, on the steps of our home; and breed you like the animal you are." His hand drifted down between their bodies, palming her through the thin fabric of her shift in a possess

ve gesture that left no doubt as to what he meant.

Lyra shivered at his touch, arching her back into him; wanting nothing more than to feel him inside her again. But they were in the village, surrounded by people; and she knew better than to give in to such urges here. "Not now," she murmured, her voice barely a whisper even as her body thrummed with need.

He growled low in his throat before nipping gently at her earlobe. "Soon," he promised, his voice dark and rough with lust. "Very soon." He kissed her then; a deep, bruising kiss that left her breathless and aching for more as they walked side by side through the village, their family and clan following in their wake like a living shadow. And Lyra knew then that whatever happened from this moment forward, she would always be with him;