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cock stretched her virgin entrance. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her legs wrapped around his back.
    “You don’t know me. But you dream of me. You fear me. But you want me. And now that you’ve been tainted, it is only I that can soothe your body from the fiery heat. You are mine.”
    “Yes, yes!” Phillipa screamed.
    He took her mouth in a savage kiss and she tasted the copper tinge of blood as he bit her lip. His hips thrust into her just as his tongue plunged into her mouth, and she was innocent no more. There was no pain, though she knew there should have been. He hadn’t taken her with ease as one should with a virgin. But the heat that consumed her body somehow dulled the pain, and she accepted him with ease.
    His cock filled her completely and touched her very womb, and when he began to piston in and out of her body she was lost to the pleasure. Time and space ceased to exist. They were alone two strangers caught in the heat of magic desperate for fulfillment.
    A growl rumbled in his chest and his lips twisted in a snarl as he moved impossibly faster. But she wasn’t afraid. The pleasure he gave her body was too great. His cock swelled to the point that it brought an edge of pain to their coupling, and that was all it took to send her over the edge.
    Her cunt clamped and spasmed around him and she screamed as the feeling coursed through her entire body. He buried his face in her neck and stiffened above her, and she knew he’d found his own fulfillment.

 

     
     

Chapter Six:
     
    The Course of the Future is Altered
     
    Phillipa had no idea if it was day or night or even what day it was, for that matter.
    She stretched gingerly, cataloguing every ache and pain. Her body was sore, thoroughly used, but the terrible heat that had consumed her was gone and her head was clear. Her arm brushed the chest of her nameless lover and she turned her head to stare at him.
    She knew she blushed. How could she not after the way they’d taken each other? But she wasn’t ashamed. She felt free. Though it would be helpful to know the man’s name. He was curled into sleep, a dark growth of beard shadowing his face and his black lashes thick against his swarthy skin. Even in sleep he looked dangerous. His arms were corded with muscle and hair was lightly sprinkled across his chest.
    She moved the sheet so it fell away from his body, so he lay exposed to her. Her breath caught at his magnificence. His stomach was flat and ridged with muscle. His thighs were powerfully built, as if he spent a lot of time running. But it was what lay between his legs that caught her attention. The blood of her virginity still stained his prick, but she felt her loins swell at the thought of him inside of her again. Even flaccid, his cock seemed as if it were too large to possibly fit inside her.
    “You are not how I expected you to be,” his sleepy voice rumbled.
    Phillipa looked up quickly and gave him a sheepish smile. “And how did you expect me to be?”
    “Most of the English I’ve encountered are passionless. And you, Phillipa, have more than your share.” His look was perplexed and he didn’t seem as if he were completely happy with the acknowledgement.
    “What is your name?” she asked, arching a brow at his displeasure.
    “Your kinsmen call me Wulf. But my given name is Zepar.”
    Phillipa’s eyes widened as he spoke the name of the soulless beast who was the nightmare of her people. It hadn’t been a dream after all. The hazy recollection of being kidnapped by the giant wolves, and the dreams where man and monster met as they ravished her body replayed through her mind. He waited patiently for her to finish her conclusions.
    “Why did you take me?” she finally asked.
    Her pulse thrummed in her neck and she swallowed nervously, not because of who he was, but because she realized he had taken her for a reason and that she might not be prepared for the outcome.
    “You are a beautiful woman. And I need an