Page 101 of Shifting Hearts

FIVE

WOLF

T here’s nothing more beautiful than seeing a woman struggle, knowing pleasure is coming for her but that she’s unable to reach it.

Being stripped of control. All Bryn could do was suffer at our pleasure.

After waiting so long to claim her as part of this forest, I refused to rush these last moments before she truly became ours.

Dagan didn’t appear to object in sharing her, and that was enough for me.

“Tell him about your little toy,” I prompted, shifting my gaze to Dagan who watched her from above with curiosity.

Curious, but not inactive. Did that constitute consent?

After everything we did I refused for our little princess not to be able to tell us no …

Not that I expected her to refuse either of us.

The way she kissed and bit back, opening for me as I plunged my tongue into her sweet mouth— Gods above, I could die in her arms tonight and be happy for it.

Wanting her, craving her… My need consumed me.

Last night had been my pinnacle, until now.

Now, when evening was close enough to shift into full night, dimming the darkwood further. A thought occurred to me. I frowned, holding up a hand when she opened her mouth—presumably to yet again rip me a new one.

“Tonight, now. Why did you come back into the woods?” I barked, glaring at her without giving her physical space. “You know better than to enter the woods when the light fails.”

Dagan’s branches released their hold on her.

She stood on her own again, working her mouth around the knob of wood that stretched her soft, fuckable lips.

I had a damn good idea what Dagan would do when he heard her side of the story, but right now all I wanted was a solid seat and to haul her over my lap with the singular goal of turning her pale ass pink.

Then we could have our fun.

She stared through me with red rimmed, wide eyes.

A breath escaped her, but emitted no other sound as she stood frozen between us.

I cursed myself as an utter fool. For fuck’s sake, she just learned the truth about her family.

I still wasn’t quite sure how much of a blind eye she turned or how well they kept their secrets from her, but I would hold to my promise and not turn her in.

If I discovered she played an active, knowing part in the children's abuse cycle, however…

The urge to slap myself silly doubled when she let out a shrill of borderline hysterical laughter. The sound filled the clearing that Dagan had custom created with her in mind.

“Are you mad? You worry about me coming into the forest at night when the two of you have been plotting this ?” she cried. “What is wrong with you?” Bryn shook her head, glancing between us, and huffed. “This is all sorts of fucked up madness.”

I snorted. “Nothing truer was ever spoken.”

Dagan rustled above her, making a space in his trunk. She sidled into his embrace, still glaring and huffing, but cuddling in all the same.

Our little princess isn’t saying no.

But I needed to be sure. I refused to become like those I hunted. There was a significant difference between ruining a life and taking one, and I refuse to stoop to the former.

“You understand what will happen if you stay,” I said in a low voice designed to intimidate, to threaten.

But our princess only raised her chin. “Yes.”

“Say it,'' I grated out, my voice as raspy as Dagan’s with the strain of holding back from her.

“You’ll fuck me.” She glared defiantly at me, then glanced up. “Uh, both of you?”

Dagan laughed, closing his trunk around her in a fond sort of intimate hug.

“Mhmmm,” Bryn cooed.

Definitely not a no.

Then her eyes popped wide and she stared straight ahead, her lips parting on a heady breath that nearly earned her the privilege of being impaled on my cock in a breath.

I laughed as she wriggled her discomfort, scrabbling at the sides of her gnarled cocoon. “Dagan has his own ways of doing things, I’m sure.” Dagan rustled his agreement. “But I need your words, princess. You call it fucking now, but if the word ra?—”

“It won’t.” She watched me, swallowing hard, and pressed her body backward until Dagan shifted, his branches tensing. “I need you to fuck me. Both of you.”

That’ll do it.

“You do?” I closed the space I gifted her moments before, bracing my arms over her head.

“Why don’t you tell us that story about your toy now, princess?

” I crowded her, leaving her wiggling prettily against Dagan, and traced a line with my tongue along her cheek, tasting her tears. “Let us help you forget.”

For now.

There was no stopping her from having to face her fate and that of her family later. She could hate me afterward, but for now, I could give her something more.

But I didn’t want her to hate me afterward.

I pushed that sentiment aside and concentrated on memorizing the taste of her need, licking away the tears clustered at the corners of her eyes. My cock swelled as I savored her fear and arousal. I groaned, dropping my head to suck just as needily at her neck.

“I–” She licked her lips, craning her neck back to look into Dagan’s hard face, seeking something there.

Forgiveness, maybe? “Ages ago I found sticks at the edge of the forest. I took them back to G- ah, the house, and thought I could make something of them.” She skipped over that section too fast, her words blurring together.

Sliding my hands behind her head, I massaged her scalp til her short breaths slowed to something more relaxed. “Take your time, princess. Make it sexy.”

Bright eyes pierced me as her head tilted her mouth toward mine. Soft lips parted in an ‘o’ shape. “You mean…”

I grinned slowly, letting my predator emerge along with my claws. “Yep.”

“Wait. Does that mean he gets… Wood? Like morning wood?” Her smile turned wicked.

“Stop.” I squinted at her. “Something’s wrong with you.”

Dagan rustled his leaves in agreement.

“ So many things.” Bryn tipped her chin down to rest her forehead against mine.

“I didn’t know what to do. One of the older boys, he had a penchant for carving but he– He moved on before he could finish his projects.

I think he was practicing making chair legs because his work left the um, surface smooth and with some ridges.

And the top was rounded. So I sanded it, oiled the length up and made a, uh…

” She peeked at me through her lashes, begging me to finish the story for her.

“No such luck, princess. Tell the nice tree what you did with his gift.”

She groaned softly and hid her face in her hands. “I made it smooth enough to slide inside me,” she whispered.

Dagan’s rustlings grew until the clearing roared with the sound.

I joined her, looking up at him as he towered over us.

The tree god’s eyes were hard, his face deeply lined and unforgiving.

The trunk shifted around her and she pushed forward, into my chest with a soft oof .

Her fine hands curled into my silky shirt, she looked over her shoulder at the bottom of her dress.

“Not that I object, but why are you rubbing yourself against me again?” I cupped the back of her head and forced her to look at me. “Bryn?”

“You’re impossible,” she huffed. Her cheeks stained that telltale shade of crimson I fast learned meant she experienced a mixture of arousal and humiliation, and liked it.

“I am.” No need to deny the truth. “Dagan says we should remove your dress.”

Her eyes flashed at me. “He says no such thing.”

“True.” I bunched her slashed dress and ripped it clean from her body.

Bryn gasped and curved her arms around her breasts, crossing her legs and curling in on herself. It turned out she wore nothing at all beneath that thin, plain material that could have come from an old bed sheet. Knowing her family like I did, it probably was an old bed sheet.

“You were wearing only the dress and the cape this whole time?” I raised an eyebrow as my cock stood to full attention.

“I— uh,” she stammered, twisting side to side, but there was no way past me. Not that I’d let her escape. “It’s freezing. Can I have my cloak back, please?” she asked politely, covering her full breasts poorly with her hands. Flesh tumbled over her fingers, giving me a perfect eyeful.

I salivated.

“I’ll keep you warm, princess. We both will.”

“Trust us.” Dagan’s whisper stilled her restlessness. She leaned back into him. “Show the wolf.”

At his simple nod, she dropped her hands and wiggled her ass back.

Shifting her hips, she perched on something, splaying her damp thighs wide while her cheeks glowed pink.

The color spread to her breasts, and her nipples pointed.

Her slit glistened, and the scent of her arousal clouded my ability to do anything else.

I frowned, unsure what I was looking at apart from a beautiful woman opening for us. Bryn’s tinkling laugh surrounded us as she grabbed my hand and rubbed our laced fingers first over my own crotch, then between her legs.

“Okay…” I watched her face as she guided my hand along her thighs. “I’m all for being led about, but— ah.”

My hand brushed a hard nob and when she drew our fingers lower, I discovered Dagan did indeed have ‘wood’. A whole lot of it, in fact, complete with ridges and veins and patterns that would all tease the ever living fuck out of our girl. Nor did his extension seem small.

“You gonna manage all of him, Bryn?” She was a virgin. I knew that, as did he, and my fears rushed back. I tipped her chin up, letting myself get lost in her liquid dark eyes. “Do you want a little help?”