Page 44 of Running with Direwolves
“Of course, but is there a problem?”
“No, no, some grays have wandered near, nothing to worry about, they just need a strong direwolf scent to turn them away, and two lots of scent are better than one.”
“Oh, okay.” She smiled. “I’ll be in the cabin. Enjoy the forest, it’s beautiful today.”
“We will.” Tarl dropped his sweats and kicked them to one side. He then stretched upward, his torso elongating and his limbs flexing. He then became a blur as his skin shifted to fur and his face became that of a direwolf.
Sienna would never tire of watching her men become direwolves. Each time she watched she saw something new. A foot that became a paw, a tail stretch out, but never did she see the whole thing, there was too much to look at.
Tarl stood before her and shook, as though settling into his direwolf body.
She smiled and stepped up to him. She almost had to go on tiptoes to tickle him between the ears the way he liked.
He gazed at her, but only for a moment because then Grady turned and took off. Tarl was quick to follow. His fur pressed sleekly back by his speed and snow kicking up behind him.
When they’d gone from sight, Sienna stooped and picked up the abandoned sweatpants and headed back to her cabin, her home.
She cleaned out the fire and stacked it ready for lighting later. She sliced the bread and then prepared vegetables for a stew she planned to cook slowly in the oven. She then made the bed and tidied the bathroom.
Soon the short daylight hours were coming to an end and when she looked out, the lilac-hued shadows were stretching over the snow. Hank had returned, his Jeep parked in the usual spot, and most of the cabins had smoke curling from their chimneys.
Grady and Tarl had been gone a long time. The forest was still, not even a bird, and the sky above was dense with dark snow-filled clouds that seemed to be further pressing the light from the day.
It was time to get the fire going so the cabin would be warm and welcoming when her men came home.
Just before she turned from the window, she spotted movement in the trees. And then, from the darkness, burst her two big direwolves. They were running, but not full pelt, as though they were enjoying life, enjoying the cold day and being free.
She smiled, knowing how much they loved forest runs together. It was a balm to them, a way of burning off energy. She hoped they’d had a good day.
They charged toward the cabin, Tarl rounding the logs inthe central clearing, Grady jumping them. Their fur was damp and they were breathing hard.
Pausing to straighten a cushion on the bed, Sienna heard the front door open and close with a slam. But the slam wasn’t the last bang, it sounded as if furniture was being tossed around.
Quickly she went to the top of the stairs, dropped to a squat, and looked down at the living area.
They’d shifted already, back to their naked human form, and were kissing with frantic urgency. Her heart rate picked up and she gripped the railing of the staircase. They were hot for each other, wildly hot for each other.
Grady was in charge, that much was clear, even though Tarl was gripping his mate’s ass with both hands. Grady shoved at another chair, knocking it out of the way, and stepped Tarl backward to the table. He caught Tarl’s jaw in his hand, held him still. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
“This is the start, you know, of everything, for all of us.”
Sienna was breathing fast, her belly a tense knot of excitement. They must know she was there … didn’t they?
Either way they carried on. Grady captured Tarl’s mouth in a kiss that had Tarl moaning as he gripped Grady’s shoulders.
And then Grady suddenly spun Tarl around and shoved him so he was bent double over the table. The table legs scraped on the floor, a chair tipped over, they didn’t seem to notice.
Tarl let out a gasp as Grady kicked his legs apart while keeping one hand between Tarl’s shoulders, pinning him just where he wanted him.
Sienna’s attention went to Grady’s cock. He was fully erect, the thick end glossy and jutting forward.
“Get ready for it,” he growled at Tarl. “Get fucking ready.”
“Yes, yes, I’m ready.” Tarl screwed up his eyes and gritted his teeth.
He’d braced himself, and Sienna wondered how many times they’d done this, over that table, before she’d arrived.
