A little kneading unknotted the worst of the tension. He ran a hand underneath the robe, down skin much smoother than his people’s—the wolf folks’ being slightly rough from the lush fur hiding beneath the surface—wondering how Galen’s skin would feel harboring the same secret. Moving slowly so as not to spook his guest, he caressed sides that either flinched when he found a ticklish spot, or pressed into his touch.
How responsive this villager was. Without the first word, he clearly revealed what he liked and didn’t. He tensed briefly when Erik’s finger slid the robe open a little more and delved between his firm buttocks, relaxing again when Erik pushed no further.
Erik broke the kiss, to seek out the juncture of neck and shoulder, his own favorite licking and sucking zone. Would this man like such attention as much as Erik did? “Ahhhh…” Galen cried on an exhale, pushing against Erik’s tongue. Maybe so.
Gentle licking progressed to light sucking, the saltiness of Galen’s skin a treat for an excited forest dweller. Ever so softly, Erik scraped his teeth down Galen’s throat, earning a wanton moan for his efforts. Working his way down a firm, labor-muscled chest, lightly sprinkled with hair that glittered gold in the firelight, Erik wrapped his fingers around Galen’s cock, giving a few experimental strokes. Galen thrust into his hand. Encouraged, Erik wandered lower with his mouth, flattening his tongue to moisten the skin of Galen’s belly. Down, down, agonizingly slowly, he finally reached the prize he sought. He took a deep breath and blew it out over Galen’s cock.
“Oh my gods!” Galen grabbed the blankest in his fists.
Erik opened his mouth, taking Galen in. “Aahhh!” Galen arched his back, forcing himself deeper into Erik’s throat. If he’d not been expecting the exuberant ways of a virgin, Erik might have choked.
Wait. A virgin. The man was no experienced tryst, but a virgin. This night would set the course for all later sexual romps. If Erik took his time, made the evening perfect, then no matter who Galen coupled with in the future, he’d always remember this glorious first time—and who’d given him so great a gift.
Erik reluctantly pulled off with a wet pop. “I suppose that, being a virgin, you’ll want wine, candlelight, music…”
Voice husky with need, Galen whimpered, “Lord Erik?”
“Yes?”
“Shut up and do to me what you will.”
Erik, for once in his life, took the offered advice, crawling up Galen’s body for a kiss. The moment his lips touched Galen’s, the world tilted. Or rather, Erik found himself flat on his back, a dangerous predator crouched above him. Damnation! This human could teach the wolf folk a thing or two about pouncing!
“Ummmmmm!” he tried to exclaim, fighting to come up for air. Galen’s searing kiss curled his toes, his hair, and several other body parts, and he was glad for his nakedness, for surely this aggressive creature would spare no thought for ripping off his finery. Unlike the majority of the pack, Erik had never so much as lost a stocking due to a hasty, unplanned transformation—or a sexual encounter. For this, he’d willingly sacrifice a tunic or two.
“If I find meself again on the tavern steps for judgment, this time I intend to earn me place there,” the villager said, struggling out of the robe. The garment rustled to the floor.
Unable to argue with such logical thinking, Erik reached over to the bedside table and found the vial of scented oil he’d noticed earlier. Leave it to his auntie to thus prepare a guest’s room, although visualizing Aunt Eydis at a time like this very nearly halted the seduction.
While Galen’s tongue searched for whatever it had lost inside Erik’s mouth, Erik slipped a well-oiled finger into Galen’s arse. Galen’s uttered an unintelligible, “Mmmppphhhh!”
Rather than pull away, as Erik expected a shy virgin to do, Galen impaled himself on the questing digit. One finger became two. This would have been so much easier if Galen were of the wolf folk and could stretch muscles at will. Humans couldn’t, a fact Erik had discovered during his own forays out of the forest. While Cousin Ragnar dallied with village lasses, Erik sought out the occasional willing lad, and a visit to the highland tribes always proved entertaining. There were plenty of warriors in search of male mates, and most visits to the lofty tribes resembled one long auditioning process. Erik made the trip often. How this one comely villager had managed to escape notice during his travels,