Page 23 of The Longing

“You will welcome my visit, in time, Wyrm. I have left you both something to ease your passage with your mating.” Sheeyes me with a half smile. “Although I’m sure you’ll work it out very soon. I’ll be where you need me, when you need me.” She winks at Fenrother who lifts his lips to reveal his fangs.

Before I can point out I am a pawn in this game the queen is playing and the last place I want to be is here, she disappears as if she was never there at all.

And on the stone ledge behind her is a new book.

FENROTHER

Finding food for my mate took longer than I intended. I wasn’t sure what she might enjoy, so I brought all the meat I could find within the Yeavering.

My pizzle seemed to like the fact she was no longer wearing the garment supplied by my wardrobe even if I was somewhat irked she had decided to take it off. Especially when she wanted it in the first place.

It appears my pizzle preferred her without the garment, given the way it is swelling…again.

I’m going to have to stop it from behaving in this manner. It is distinctly distracting.

Especially when a halfling Faerie witch invades my home.

“I thought you were raised here alone?” Alice demands. “So, who the hell is she?”

She’s pointing to where the witch stood. Where there is now a text which is not one of mine.

“I have been alone, but that doesn’t mean I don’t recognise a witch, or any other inhabitant of the Yeavering,” I say. “I go out. People know of the Wyrm.”

“Obviously.”

“But it wasn’t always the case. For many years, I was too small to leave,” I add. “And Meg of Maldon provided assistance on occasion.”

Alice goes very quiet. Her little hands are by her side, not pounding on my chest like before.

I rather liked it.

“What did you do in the Night Lands?”

“I killed demons.” I keep my eyes open because I know if I close them, I will see the battles and smell the blood.

“Just demons?”

“I killed what I was supposed to kill.”

I don’t want to discuss this anymore. I want my mate to try the food I’ve brought. I want her to put the garment back on, although…

The fabric she has wound herself with has slipped, and the lumps on her chest, including the bright pink peaks which adorn them, are slightly exposed. I find myself wanting to consume them, which is very odd.

Alice follows my gaze.

“Oh!” she exclaims, her mouth making a perfect ‘o’ and for some reason my pizzle jerks further up, harder than ever.

She pulls at the towel, but I have my claws in it, and instead of it covering her more, it unwinds, and she’s left clutching it to herself, with much of her creamy skin exposed.

And she still has no weapons, which I am pleased about. I probably should check her for weapons every time she takes the garment off. For reasons I can’t quite fathom, I want to inspect between her legs.

I pluck the fabric away from her.

“Seriously, Fenrother!” She pulls it back against herself and glares at me. “Don’t do that!”

I like her defiance even more than I want to go between her legs, as does my pizzle, which has taken on a life of its own since yesterday.

I release the towel, and by association, her, and Alice flounces off back towards my bedroom with a stare over her shoulder at me. Or at least until she realises I’m looking at the other globes she possesses, the ones on her rear. Then she shoves the sheet over them, and I release a disappointed grunt.

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