“But what else?” she asked, as Rylan guided her to a small blanket that held a large mug of cool water, as well as berries and some type of fish.
“Eat,” Rylan ordered and Sophie obeyed, gulping down the water and greedily eating the fish and berries with her hands.
“They think you are different,” Rylan said softly.
“Different, how? I already know you and Linwood think I’m pale and short,” she said somewhat indignantly.
“You are very petite for a female,” Rylan began.
“I’m five foot! Gosh, have you people never seen a short girl?” she huffed.
“It’s not just that, my Sophie. Your skin is almost translucent; you are very pale.”
Sophie stuffed her mouth with berries, “I’m fair skinned. So what?” she shrugged, her mouth full.
“And your hair is almost white. Your eyes are bright blue,” he emphasized the word bright.
“Who cares?” Sophie asked exasperated, as she polished off the last of the water.
Rylan had stopped and was staring at Sophie with some strange emotion. Could it be fear? Sophie froze with worry.
“Rylan, what is it?” she whispered. Rylan’s face closed over, and he stared at Sophie impassively.
“Nothing,” he said, dismissing her.
“You just made a point explaining how short, pale, fair-skinned and blue-eyed I am! I want to know what the hell you are talking about?” she demanded.
Rylan clearly was saying no more.
“Come,” he said pulling her up. “Let’s take you to the stream to bathe yourself. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately,” he said wryly as he studied Sophie, “some more of my brothers will want to have their way with you. I wanted to make sure you were well-fed and cleaned up.”
Sophie dutifully followed Rylan to the stream, unsure of how she felt about another episode with more werewolves. She wanted to feel disgusted, but instead she felt a thrill of excitement.
As Sophie emerged from the cool water with beads of wetness clinging to her glistening skin, a young man came running up to Rylan excitedly.
“Rylan!” he called, “Last night, we killed five dark creatures by the perimeter!”
Rylan glanced quickly at Sophie and made a motion for the young man to stop speaking. The young man quieted; however not due to Rylan’s motions. He gaped at the naked form of Sophie, dappled sunlight making small parts of her skin glow. Sophie tried poorly to cover herself with her hands. The young man, who looked maybe twenty-five, moved towards Sophie and made a sound deep in the back of his throat.
“Crofton,” Rylan warned, but Crofton ignored him, slowly advancing towards Sophie. Sophie slowly stepped backwards, her feet touching the cool water once more.
“I am Crofton,” he spoke quietly to Sophie, “I wish you no harm, but I am very weak and I was on duty last night. I would like my turn with you.” Sophie stared back into his emerald eyes; he was boyish yet handsome.
“Now.” Crofton whispered, “Here.”
Sophie heard Rylan growl, “Leave her alone, Crofton! She has only just woken up!”
“And I am weak! She has had her sleep and now, I presume, she is readily able to continue to fulfill her obligations here!”
“Rylan, it’s okay,” Sophie spoke up. “I will allow Crofton to have me.” She paused feeling desire bloom inside her. “Watch me,” she whispered seductively to Rylan. Rylan groaned in response, and whether it was from desire or aggravation, she wasn’t sure. Rylan stepped back and seated himself on a flat rock. Sophie stared at Crofton, and smiled sexily, trailing her fingers between her breasts, down her belly and to her pussy. She slowly ran her fingers over her pleasure spot, as a small moan escaped her lips.
Crofton was at her side at once, pushing her further back into the water as he yanked off his pants. Sophie boldly grabbed his hands, placing them on her wet breasts. Crofton groaned as he began to play with her breasts, teasing and twisting her nipples as Sophie whimpered softly under his touch.
Sophie opened her eyes to stare at Rylan who was now stroking himself as he watched Sophie with dark eyes. Sophie stared back at Rylan as she reached for Crofton’s growing cock, taking it into her hands before beginning to stroke him. Crofton groaned, and as Sophie stroked him, she locked eyes with Rylan. Sophie felt a heady sense of power, and she reveled in it as she teased both Crofton and Rylan.
Crofton groaned as he pulled himself out of her hands, and he dropped to his knees in the water, making the water lap around Sophie’s thighs. Deftly, Crofton pushed Sophie’s legs apart and Sophie moaned as she anticipated what would come next. Not disappointing, Crofton brought his mouth to her pussy, pushing his tongue between her lips and lapping up her wetness, which mingled with the cool, spring water.