Page 21 of The Wolf and Her Shadows

While my hands all but frantically tug at the laces on the front of the woman’s dress, her own wrap around my neck, tongue dancing with mine as she begins walking backwards towards the decently sized bed. Once the cursed laces give way, she helps to slip the dress off her shoulders and we leave it in a heap on the floor. Shoving her down onto the bed, I allow a moment for us both to catch our breath while I trail my gaze over the woman. Particularly the breasts and cunt now on full display.

And all mine for the next two hours.

With a growl from deep in my throat, I rip my own borrowed shirt over my head and climb on top of her. A loud moan fills the air as our breasts brush against each other’s, mine or hers I can’t be sure. Not wishing to waste a single moment of the time I’m allowed, I prop myself up on one elbow and begin to trail my fingers through the soft curls between the woman’s thighs.

She pulls her head back, breaking our kiss. “Would you like me to touch you right now as well?” she asks breathlessly, glancing down at the trousers I'm still wearing.

“No,” I snarl, pressing two fingers firmly against her clit. "You can wait your turn.”

“Yes, ma’am,” she gasps, her head falling back against the pillows.

Trailing open-mouthed kisses down the woman’s bared throat, I begin gently circling her clit. She lets out a soft moan, and I briefly pause to grin against the soft skin under my lips. Oh, how I’ve missed the sounds women make while in the throes of passion. Intending to produce more lovely noises, I abandon my circling and instead slip my fingers deep into the wet heat of her cunt.

The way she gasps in response is nice, but I want more.

Using my thumb to stroke her clit, I curl my fingers against the sensitive spot inside her that I know drives women mad. As I’d hoped, she lets out a high-pitched moan, digging her fingernails into the skin of my shoulderblades. Chuckling darkly, I repeat the motion, curling tighter.

My eyes fall from the woman’s face to the straining nipples that I’ve so far neglected. Deciding to use my mouth for a better purpose, I blow a stream of air onto the left one before loosely wrapping my lips around it. She lets out a delightfully loud whimper when I swirl my tongue in the same way my thumb is circling her clit. After a moment, I lift my mouth away, blowing another stream of air onto the nipple now glistening with saliva before slowly making my way to her other breast, leaving a trail of kisses in my wake.

Right as I wrap my lips around the courtesan’s other nipple, I hear the door to the room burst open and a familiar voice call out, “Amara, are you alri–”

A perfectly timed moan from the woman beneath me cuts Vannaria off half-way through her question. Lifting my mouth off her breast, I glance over my shoulder to see the woman I’m currently attempting to distract myself from standing frozen in the doorway, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in shock.

“I assume that’s your friend?” My gaze briefly snaps back to the courtesan my fingers are currently buried inside of. “She can watch, if she wants to. Another gold piece and she can participate.” I subconsciously curl my fingers tighter at her invitation causing her to let out a breathy whine.

“Oh my gods, I’m so sorry. I…” Vannaria splutters, and I hear the hinges of the doors creak as she moves to close it again.

“Wait.” I slowly turn my head, my eyes no doubt filled with lust as they lock onto hers. “If I’m not mistaken, I still owe you a show.”

“Mari– Amara, no this isn’t… I mean… You don’t have to… I’m–”

“Get your ass in this room,” I snap, cutting off her ridiculous rambling. Visibility swallowing, Vannaria does as I commanded, locking the door behind her. “Sit.” I jerk my head towards the chair in the corner, already pointed towards the bed. At least now I have an answer as to why it was in the room in the first place.

As soon as Vannaria’s ass hits the seat, the woman beneath me lifts her hips, and whines, “Please don’t leave me like this, ma’am. I beg of you.”

Returning my attention to the beautiful blonde, I press my thumb harder against her clit and purr, “Oh don’t worry, you’ll be screaming soon enough. Now, where were we?”

Chapter Ten

Vannaria

A loud moan fills the air, courtesy of the courtesan Mariane had apparently hired while I was out shopping. Golden eyes stare into mine as she wraps her lips back around the woman’s nipple, her jaw flexing in a way that tells me she’s swirling her tongue around it.

I watch, unable to look away, my own nipples hardening to the point they begin to ache beneath my armor. I’d heard the woman’s offer, of course, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine Mariane would take her up on it. I’d expected her to be furious with me for barging in on her by mistake. Or at least annoyed. But this? This is…

My mind empties of thoughts, focused entirely on the scene before me.

A deep growl rumbles in Mariane’s throat as she begins moving her hand faster between the woman’s legs. Based on the way the courtesan’s breasts bounce with every thrust, and the string of expletives now falling from her lips, Mariane’s fingers are no doubt reaching deeper too.

Is she curling them as well?

My own hands wrap so tightly around the arms of the chair I’d been commanded to sit in that the wood creaks. Every fiber of my being wishes that I could run them along Mariane’s bare back. Wrap them around her breasts, pinch her nipples between my fingers in the same way she’s using her free hand to pinch those of the woman she’s fucking so brilliantly.

When another high-pitched whimper fills the air, followed by several choked-out gasps, Mariane snaps her head back towards me, lips curved into a positively wicked smirk. Slowly, she slides down so that her face is directly above the cunt her fingers are pumping inside of. With her eyes still boring into mine, she uses her tongue to part thoroughly soaked curls and wraps her lips around the blonde’s swollen clit.

A strangled cry rips out of the woman’s throat as her back arches, her hips bucking so wildly Mariane has to wrap her free arm around them in order to keep her mouth against her. Oh, how I desperately wish the hands now fisting her long black hair were mine. That I was the one Mariane was devouring as if she were starving.

Another strangled cry, yet Mariane’s fingers don’t slow their thrusting. Nor does her mouth leave the woman’s clit. A choked sob comes next as the courtesan crashes into another orgasm before the aftershocks of her first had even finished. All the while, golden eyes are entirely focused on me.