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wholeheartedly.
    A firm heated pressure was on her lower back and she rocked herself against it. It was either his cock, or he was smuggling a rod of radioactive material, because her flesh caught fire at the contact. Parts of her were melting at the contact and she had a feeling that he knew it.
    She still couldn’t see him but she could feel and smell him now. It was heavenly. Her pulse was hammering heavily through her torso and a fine tremor began in her limbs.
    One of his hands stroked slowly down her abdomen and she shook as it delved between her thighs. A finger slowly circled her clit and she mewled in reaction. A steady flow of moisture was creeping out of her slit and she felt a blossoming of sensation deep inside as her orgasm overtook her.
    A keening cry broke from her and she woke, sweating and gasping, with a sickening feeling that her dream had not been silent.
     
    The next day was the same; only this time there were games in the morning and the final races for her favours in the afternoon. No one mentioned her moaning in the night. Perhaps no one had noticed.
    The first race was a hunt. They had to run into the woods and return with a gift for her. A few of them smiled confidently, but only Sirnel smiled at her with warmth in his eyes. He had something planned, she could feel it.
    Once again the men stood and waited for the signal, this time everyone looked to her and bemused, she clapped sharply to start them off. They literally turned tail and ran.
    It was only five minutes before the first wolf reappeared and dropped a rabbit at her feet. She shivered and looked at it distastefully.
    For wolves, the scent of blood was an aphrodisiac, but for her it was simply blood. Her gremlin bounded over chortling and took a poke at the rabbit. The wolf that had brought it snarled at him, but made no move to attack her pet. Apparently, he had gotten the memo.
    The second also brought a rabbit. As did the third and fourth.
    The fifth brought a small deer, the sixth a hawk. Then a dove, and then Sirnel appeared with the perfect gift.
    A branch of berries was clutched in his jaws, and when he opened his mouth to drop the offering, she saw a bunch of nuts fall to the ground. The gremlin was on them in an instant and she smiled as he consumed the food with glee. Out of nowhere a squirrel joined it and together they had a snack with Melissande laughing her head off.
    The other wolves looked on in confusion as she smiled and enjoyed the enjoyment of her companions. The two remaining offerings did not even register on her consciousness as her mind fell into the eyes of the wolf that was rapidly capturing her heart.
    The rest of the world fell away and she recognized him for what he was. Her dream lover.
    Sirnel was hers. She was his. There was nothing else to say.
    She crossed to him and knelt in front of the wolf. On an impulse she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his fur. A snarl of rage was the only warning she had as Sirnel was ripped from her unceremoniously and thrown into her guardsmen. A ball of fur and fang bolted past her and a battle was joined.
    As a cry rang out, “Geoffrey! Stop it!” she realized that it was Alfred trying to call off his pack member. The order went unheeded. Geoffrey was trying to take Sirnel’s throat out, and her chosen was not about to let him.
    At no time did the snarling and snapping jaws tempt her to break up the fight. She was out- classed and knew it. She knelt, still and waiting, for a winner.
    Fur flew, blood coursed and Sirnel gained the upper hand. Paw. Whatever . Geoffrey was pinned to the ground, teeth firmly wrapped around his neck. He struggled for long moments and finally went limp, whining his acceptance.
    Sirnel cautiously let his subordinate go. Watching for a final attack. It didn’t come. Geoffrey slowly gained his footing and shook himself into human form. Blood streaked his golden skin and he climbed to his feet, covered with bites and claw