Page 6 of Our Dark Winter Wish

‘They still at it?’ he asks.

‘Yes. She was a little anxious before, so I’m assuming Archie has given into her request to be choked.’

Idiot. He’s always giving in to her requests. Even when we tell him not to. There’s not much we’d deny her, but we’re just getting settled and finally discovering some kind of peace.

Now she’s all“Choke me. Cut me. Crush me!”

The smell of the smoke coming from the cottage chimney welcomes us home. We stop before we reach the stone path that leads to our front door and take shelter in the woodshed Shaw made. We settle on some chopped logs, and I pull out a flask of whiskey. The two of us share it as Archie and Ashe get their alone time. Something we all decided was a good thing to implement in our relationship.

Relationship.Us.

That statement makes me chuckle.

‘You sorted your gifts yet?’ I ask.

‘Nope,’ he replies. ‘Usually, if I wanted to get you something, I’d get you a couple of whores and a carriage of cigars and liquor.’

‘Yeah. Not sure that’s such a good idea,’ I sigh, sipping from the flask. ‘She may not like a whore being gifted to one of us. She may just cut your dick off if you did. Plus, there are no other people living here, so it's not entirely feasible.’

‘And I am very fond of my dick, so I guess I’ll keep thinking.’

He takes the flask and drinks. From the cottage, we hear her scream in pleasure as the trees around the cottage groan.

‘What about her? You decided on her gift?’ I ask.

‘Not yet. What did you get her?’

‘I’m not telling you that,’ I snort. ‘Come up with your own gift. It took me ages to come up with mine.’

He returns the flask.

‘Has Archie said what he’s got her?’ I ask.

‘Nope. But he grins like an idiot when I mention the gifts. I imagine it can’t be any worse than that wooden cock he carved for her birthday. The girl has three very willing dicks whenever she pleases. Four if you include your shadow form. Why the fuck he felt the need to add another into the mix is beyond me.’

The cottage settles, and my body relaxes.

‘I think we’re good to go back in,’ I tell him.

We scoop up some wood and head up the path. The windows glow a beautiful orange from the fire inside, and as we pass the overhanging branches, they sweep down to brush our shoulders as if welcoming us home.

I admit, I was unsure when Archie explained his pack's strange winter ritual. A day of celebration to mark the shortest day of the year. One where you would exchange gifts and decorate your home with bizarre ornaments. One of which apparently requires coloured caterpillars.

But he described it so beautifully that we could not resist saying yes.

I open the door for Shaw, who kicks the snow off his boots before walking inside. I follow suit and shut the door behind us.

The warmth hits us. So does the smell of sex and sweat.

‘Fuck sake, Arch…’ Shaw sighs. ‘What are you doing to that poor girl?’

I stop at Shaw’s side and look down at them both. He’s still balls deep as she lies borderline unconscious and face down on the fur rug before the fire. Her hands are bound behind her back, and her legs spread wide. But it’s the massive wooden cock he has well and truly up her backside that has my brow raised. That and how he’s placed a glass of whiskey on her back and a handful of roasted chestnuts. Like her raised backside is the most convenient little table, and he’s just tucking in and leaving the husks on her lower back.

Shaw drops the logs by the fireplace and walks towards them both.

I feel Poppy slither out from my sleeve onto the table.

She always makes a quick exit when any kind of fucking gets going. She’s a rather prude creature.

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