We lay together for a while on the forest floor, the snow encircling us, the ice never frosting over the ground, yielding to our presence, leaving it untouched as though it feared interrupting us.
The woods still carried an eerie quiet, a weight in the air that hinted at unseen eyes and unheard whispers. The wildlings could still be out there, or perhaps other creatures had stirred, awakened by the sounds of their brethren causing the Weres problems. Yet, none approached. None dared.
With or without his wolf, Eryx was a beast, his presence commanded the woods into silence. He was a force of nature, the predator, the hunter. Right now, that same feral hunter was deliciously between my legs, his body claiming mine in a way that left me trembling with need.
And oh, how I needed him. Insatiable. We were insatiable.
