Pretty Playthings

Havermouth, Present Time

Sigrid did not have to look behind her to know that Dan and Greg had entered the room, she could feel their eyes on her, and that stir of energy crossed her skin. Tom’s eyes flicked over her shoulder, and he smiled at his mates.

“Should you be out of bed?” Greg scolded, stepping around Sigrid to slide his hand down Tom’s back, checking the exit wounds. “Don’t overdo it Tom,” he said softly. “It won’t take much to get these bleeding again and we don’t know what the f-k inside looks like.”

“I’m not overdoing it,” Tom leaned forward and dragged his nose up the line of Sigrid’s throat to her ear. “I’m just craving my female mate,” he growled in her ear, stealing her breath. “Sigrid, we have waited for you so long… I don’t want to stay waiting.” His c-ck was pressed against her stomach leaving her in no doubt that he was telling the truth.

His hard, lean body was hot against hers and the fragile light that pricked through the pin holes in the curtains threw his fac