“Clumsy, am I?” Wolf stepped closer to her. He reached out and grabbed her shirt with both hands.
He tore at it, ripping it into two. “Oops, I guess I am.”
He gazed down at her br**sts. They hung free. Her ni**les flushed crimson and hardened into twin peaks. He growled deep in his throat at the sight of her.
Red felt his hungry gaze on her pebbled flesh, but made no move to cover herself. She wanted him to touch her. She thought she would die from the want of it.
Wolf cupped her br**sts in his large hands. He flicked his thumbs over her ni**les. She quivered suddenly underneath his touch. He looked up at her face and leaned forward, seeking her full mouth. He dived into her with urgency.
They kissed feverishly, violently, as their hands raced everywhere searching for flesh. Wolf pressed and squeezed her br**sts. He obviously forgot about her injury, caring not. He only cared about her skin, her flesh, her heat, her sex. Nothing else mattered.
Nothing but the passion that burned between them.
Pain from her ribs blurred into the pleasure that surged over her. They became one thing. And that one thing was all that she cared about. She wanted him. To feel his heat next to her, to taste his lust on his skin, to touch his thick c*ck that throbbed enormously underneath the material of his pants. She felt him twitch as she moved her hands down.
Wolf pushed her back. He reached down and ripped at the buttons on her trousers. He yanked them down her legs. She kicked out of them. He reached down and cupped her. She was hot and wet, dripping onto his palm. He slid his fingers back and forth over her slick cleft. She felt like liquid silk.
Red moaned as he touched her sensitive spot. Her legs started to shake instantly. Her orgasm was going to come hard and fast. He need only thrust into her and she would come. The anticipation of it was foreplay enough.
Wolf sensed her need. He unlatched his pants and pulled them down. His c*ck sprang free. It was thick and as hard as iron. It dripped with his raging lust.
Red gripped him firmly in her hand. He was scorching hot to touch. She began to stroke him, enjoying the feel of his soft skin on her palm. Wolf groaned loudly as she touched him. He looked down at his c*ck in her sure hand and nearly came.
He backed her up against the wooden stall. He reached around and gripped her buttocks. He lifted her up against the wall. She spread her legs, wrapped them around his waist and guided his c*ck into her.
He was long and wide. Red could feel herself stretch to accommodate him. He went in slowly and every inch caused her to quake with pleasure. She could feel every vein. She could feel the blood pump through him. Her nerve endings were on fire. She could feel him everywhere. Even the very tips of her toes were tingling with desire.
He gripped her ass in one hand and gripped the stall with the other as he began to thrust in and out.
Red held onto his shoulders tightly and pressed her legs around his waist. She moved her h*ps with every thrust of his cock. She couldn’t get enough of him. He wasn’t deep enough, she thought. She pushed into him as he pushed into her. Get deeper, she thought.
Get deeper and fill my soul.
“Deeper! Faster!”
Wolf groaned into her neck. “I do not want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise you, you won’t.”
Wolf dug into her buttocks. He rammed himself deep inside her. She cried out and dug into his shoulders with her ragged nails. He pumped into her faster and harder. Sweat poured down his face and back as he slid into her repeatedly.
He pumped and pumped and pumped until his legs shook uncontrollably. He bit down on her shoulder as he cl**axed. Red wrapped her arms around him as he emptied himself into her. Tears ran down her face as her own orgasm ripped through her.
It tore her inside out.
They stayed there clutching at each other as their orgasms quieted. Red’s breathing slowed and she was able to take in a deep breath. She needed oxygen to clear her mind. She was in a haze and felt vulnerable.
Wolf pressed his lips to her sweaty neck. He inhaled her scent. “Red, I—.”
“This changes nothing.”
Wolf raised his head and looked her in the eyes.
“This changes everything. I will not allow you to belittle it.”
“It is what it is. Sex. Pure and simple.”
“There was nothing simple about it.”
They stared at each other, still joined. His c*ck twitched inside her. Reminding her of its awesome presence. How could she forget?
“Ahem.”
Red and Wolf turned to the stall doorway.
Rapunzel stood there with her hand on her hip indignantly.
“If the two of you are through, could we get down to the business at hand?”
“We’re through.” Red pushed Wolf back. He slipped out of her. She unwrapped herself and stood up straight. She bent down to grab her new breeches.
She slipped them on. She looked up at Rapunzel who was gazing appreciatively at them both. “Do you mind?”
“Not in the least.”
Red pulled on her new shirt, cringing from the pain in her side, but stubborn enough not to show it.
She walked over to Rapunzel and stood defiantly in front of her. A look of hate crossed her face. “This is not the castle, slag. You do not have the privilege of looking or touching any longer. I will give you this one for free, but next time, you will pay a hefty price.”
Red pushed roughly past her. Rapunzel fumbled a bit. She looked at Wolf as he tucked himself into his trousers. “Lovely girl. I can see the attraction.”
“You have no idea.” Wolf brushed past her out of the stall.
Rapunzel smiled after him. “Oh, but I do, dear Wolf. I do.”
Chapter Twelve
The Inn was bustling with people when they walked in. The stink of stale ale and even staler sweat permeated the air. Red smiled at the familiar smell. She took a deep breath, welcoming it back.
Some curious people stopped in mid-sentence to stare at the trio. But most ignored them, preferring to mind their own business then get involved in anything more exerting than lifting their pints to their mouths.
They found stools at the worn wooden bar to sit.
Wolf made eye contact with the barkeep. The fat man waddled cautiously over to him.
“Three pints.” He lowered his voice, “And a word with the owner.”
The barkeep looked down at Wolf’s hands. He briefly glimpsed a flash of royal red. Wolf covered the ruby as quick as he had shown it. The barkeep nodded.
He came back with three pints of ale. He leaned close to Wolf. “You can stay in a room, he will come to you.” The barkeep slid a key across the counter.
Wolf took and pocketed it, nodding his consent. He picked up his pint and took a long swig.
Red drank half her ale in one big gulp. The warm frothy liquid was like heaven going down her dry throat. She didn’t think she’d tasted anything as wonderful. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and glanced at Rapunzel.
She sat looking into her cup. A look of distaste furrowing her brow.
“Drink it,” Red growled.
“It has things floating in it.”
“Just hops. Drink it or people will begin to notice.
The last thing we need is a lot of attention.”
Rapunzel looked sideways at her. Red finished her ale in another long gulp. She slammed the cup down.
“Barkeep, another!”
Rapunzel took a deep breath and drank the thick, foamy substance. She nearly gagged, but kept drinking. She drained her cup dry. She slammed it down. “Another!”
Red looked at her.
“It’s not bad, once your tastebuds go numb.” She stuck out her tongue and wriggled it at Red.
Red turned on her stool, turning her back on Rapunzel. She leaned close to Wolf. “Do we really need her? She got us out, provided us with currency, what use is she now?”
“She has knowledge that we will need, I’m sure of that. Meeting her was no accident. There are other nobles out there like her. She will be of use in convincing them to fight with us.”
“Could we not just torture the information out of her?”
Wolf laughed. “No, I’m afraid that is not an option.”
Rapunzel let out a long, loud burp. So loud, it surprised even her. “Pardon me.”
Red shook her head. “Are you sure about that?”
Wolf put his arm around her shoulders companionably. She did not shrug him off. He squeezed her close. “Have another ale. You will soon forget she is here.”
Five pints later, Red could hardly forget that Rapunzel existed. Not when she was dancing up on a table in the middle of the pub. A crowd, mostly men, had gathered and cheered her on with whoops and cheers.
Red and Wolf sat on their stools at the bar, nursing their ales. “Do you want to reconsider the torture?”
Red asked as she drained the last of her drink.
“Get her down.”
“Why me?”
“I would be too gentle.”
Red slid off the barstool. She wandered to where the rowdy crowd had gathered. She looked up at Rapunzel. She was in the middle of a not-bad version of 'Danny Boy' as she slunk on her hands and knees on the table. She had her skirt hiked up, and the men had a candid view of her legs. They whistled and hollered at her.
Red stepped up to the table and grabbed her arm.
“Time to go.”
The men at the table booed her. “Let her be, you ninny,” one ambitious man yelled.
“Yeah, let her be,” the others chorused.
“Oh, shut up, the lot of you.” Red pulled on Rapunzel. “Get off this table before I drag you off.”
“Bugger off, will ya?” Rapunzel kicked out with her leg. She sent Red flying back into the angry crowd. One energetic youth pushed her back to the table.
“Fight!” An old scraggily man yelled, his voice cracking from age.
“Fight! Fight! Fight!” the others chanted, hopeful glee on their weathered faces.
Red rolled her eyes. What was it with men wanting to see women fight? Did they think they would end up kissing or something?
Red grabbed Rapunzel’s arm again and pulled her down so they were face level. “This is not helping.