The air was thick with the musk of bodies, and bodies were everywhere, tangled and writhing in a cacophony of limbs and moans. Jenna was at the center, her body a beautiful chaos of pleasure and desire.
Her most intimate flesh quivered beneath the desperate ministrations of a manservant she had imperiously renamed Stephen for the evening. His eager tongue worked with frantic enthusiasm rather than finesse, the rhythm uneven, his technique lacking the patient artistry that had once made her cry out her beloved's name into the darkness of their shared chamber.
"Madam." Her closest female servant, Athena, called out to Jenna.
Jenna couldn't hear her over the sounds of pleasure stretching across the entire palace. Athena came closer and whispered a message into Jenna's ear.
Jenna placed a hand on Stephen's head motioning him to stop. She wasn't close to orgasm anyway.
Jenna's bare feet sank into Persian silk as she and Athena crossed the corridor. She paused at the threshold of her sanctum, where gold-flecked marble columns framed a desk of polished ebony, its surface reflecting crystal decanters filled with amber liquids that caught the light from tall windows draped in crimson.
"I knew this day would come." Jenna said sipping wine. "Tell me where they are and I shall go there."
**
Sunlight filtered through a veil of mist hanging over the pines, casting dappled shadows across the worn dirt paths between the Moonwalker cabins, where the scent of woodsmoke mingled with wild sage and the distant howls of the younger pack members training beyond the ridge.
Two broad-shouldered guards stood their ground before Helena and Priya, blocking their path to the entrance of Marcus's tent, which loomed above them like a small mountain of stretched hide and timber.
"Let them through!" Marcus's voice rang through to the outside and the guards did as they were told; they moved aside to let the girls enter.
Marcus hunched over a map, his silhouette barely visible in the tent's gloom. Despite the afternoon sun blazing outside, only a single oil lamp cast long shadows across the animal hides and wooden supports of his sanctuary.
"You sensed us outside, Sir?" Priya asked.
Marcus chuckled. "That's Marcus, to you, my dear."
"Marcus?"
"Yes, I have heightened senses even in my wolf-less form."
"Incredible."
Helena's gaze caught the way Priya's fingers fidgeted with her bracelet, how her friend's breath quickened when Marcus leaned forward. She noticed too how Marcus's eyes lingered on Priya's face a heartbeat longer than necessary. Helena turned her attention to the map instead.
"Still trying to locate the original brothers?" Helena asked.
Marcus turned to her. "Yes."
"Well, we may have found one." Priya said.
Marcus stared at her. "Who?"
"Elliot." The friends said in unison.
Marcus seized the edge of the map table and hurled it across the tent, sending parchments scattering like autumn leaves.
**
That night.
Damien's head fell back against the leather headrest as Nina worked her magic between his thighs. Her red hair spilled across his bare skin like ink on parchment, and moonlight from the window caught the silver chain around her neck, making it glitter with each rhythmic movement. Even in such a short time together, she had mastered the perfect pressure, the exact pace that made his muscles tense and his breath catch in his throat. Her lips, still stained crimson from the wine they'd shared earlier, moved with deliberate precision, drawing from him sounds he never intended to make.
She then stopped before he could climax, just the way he liked it.
"Your turn." Nina said.
Damien was about to give her a pussy-licking of a lifetime when another hand reached for his hard cock.
It was Helena!
She brushed her lips against the velvet-smooth crown, her warm breath sending a visible shudder through his body, before taking him into the wet heat of her mouth with practiced confidence. The moonlight caught the hollow of her cheeks as they tightened around him, her dark lashes lowered in concentration as she took him deeper than Nina had dared.
Damien awoke and immediately sat up.
Nina was startled awake by him. "What's the matter, dear?"
"I had a wet-." He reconsidered his words. "I had a bad dream."
Nina was about to straddle him. "Let's see what I can do about it."
Damien turned to face away from her. "I'm not in the mood, sweetheart, good night."
Nina also turned away to sleep but kept awake for a while wondering when was the last time Damien wasn't in a mood for lovemaking.
**
"A truce?!" Marcus roared.
The two guards entered the massive tent.
Marcus motioned for them to return to their posts. And they did as they were told.
The temperature in the room was high and tension was thick in the air. Priya wanted to reach out to Marcus and calm him down. Helena just rolled her eyes at her friend's obviousness.
"We'll win the war!" Marcus announced with his fist pumped in the air.
"Marcus, I think we should consider Elliot's offer." Helena said. "What if Kyle has a secret weapon. He could decimate the entire werewolf packs of this town!"
Marcus raised a hand. "Let me worry about Kyle. You two go prepare for a war. But first, we feast!"