Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 110(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
Vaela
My teeth are gritted, my senses heightened, and my pulse is racing as Lark sprints away from the castle. Let these boys try to catch me now.
I turn around, expecting to see them standing back there in shock, but I’m the one who gasps when I see two massive black wolves chasing me.
I nearly slip off my horse in panic until I realize those two wolves are the kings of Varkhar. I know immediately that the large one on the left is Tovik. His snout is thick and scarred with a stout body and powerful paws. Cassius is on the right. His wolf is more slender and lean, with a thinner snout and cunning brown eyes.
A ripple of excitement teases through me, ending between my legs where it turns into a deep, throbbing pulse.
Lark catches their scent as they get closer and accelerates like never before. We fly down the wide, raging Blood River, outrunning the fast current while the boys give chase.
Heads turn—a group of women washing in the water—as we fly by. I turn back and the wolves don’t even give them so much as a look. They’re both completely focused on me.
I should be nervous. This is crazy after all. But I’m not. With every passing second, the excitement builds. My lust increases.
Eventually, Lark slows down and the wolves catch up.
“It’s okay, boy,” I whisper to him, petting his neck as the wolves flank his sides. “They’re not going to hurt us. They’re our friends.”
It takes a long time, but eventually, Lark begins to ease. He even slows to a trot as we emerge from the tall trees into sparse land, following the river east.
He even listens to me when I try to stop him for a break. I hop down, grab his reins, and guide him to the calm part of the river. He keeps his wary eyes on the two wolves, but he eventually lowers his head to drink.
“That’s it,” I say in a soothing tone. “We’ll be okay.”
I might be saying that for my benefit as well. I know that Cassius and Tovik are in those wolves, but it’s still unnerving to have those giant predators hovering nearby, circling and never taking their possessive eyes off me.
“Wha—?” I gasp when Tovik’s large wolf begins to shake.
I’m about to ask if he’s okay when Tovik suddenly bursts out of his wolf with a loud tearing sound. He stands tall as he stares at me, not a stitch of clothing covering his body.
My eyes dart to the long, thick cock hanging between his legs and my jaw drops in shock. I saw it last night—I even held it in my hands—but the sight of it in broad daylight is still overwhelming. He’s so big.
Cassius’ wolf begins to shake as well, and Lark and I both jump as a loud tear fills the air. The man I kissed last night suddenly appears, as naked as his friend.
I close my mouth, but I’m barely breathing as I glance at his beautiful dick. It’s long, thick, and so tempting it’s making my mouth water.
“Excuse us for the lack of clothing,” Cassius says with a sly grin. “It’s just something you’ll have to get used to, I’m afraid. Nakedness is quite common in Varkhar.”
I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that. Seeing those two beautiful cocks on full display will never be something I don’t notice.
“It’s okay,” I squeak out. My pussy is pulsing and aching harder than it was in bed last night. Being in this kingdom has awoken a part of me I didn’t know I had. A sensual part. An unquenchable part. It’s both exciting and scary. I never expected it, but I’m beginning to love it. I want to follow this dark need and see where it takes me.
“Perhaps you would like to bathe with us?” Cassius says as he steps into the river. The way the land curves has left this area as calm as a pond. I can see through the clear water to the rounded rocks below. Beyond the lagoon, the river continues along the fast current. “It’s a little cold, but you’ll get used to it.”
I lick my lips as I watch the boys enter the water. It gets deep fast and after a few steps, the clear water is at their broad shoulders. They both turn to watch me.
“I… don’t have my swimming attire.”
“What is swimming attire?” Tovik asks Cassius.
“It’s a human thing,” Cassius answers.
“They wear clothes in the water?”
Cassius shrugs. “We have customs that must seem strange to them as well.”
He can say that again. They have two kings who share the queen.
And that queen is me.
I still can’t quite believe that.
“Unfortunately,” Cassius says with a grin, “swimming attire is prohibited in the Blood River.”
“Oh, really?” I say, shooting him a look. “Since when?”