Then she heard him take a deep breath, followed by the pained sounds of him shifting out of his hybrid form. She could feel him deep inside her; it was like he was trying to push himself into her womb. Village sex Ignoring them, Sigrid picked through the sleeping wolves hoping to catch some sign of her brother. She hadn’t seen him since she was a child- fourteen years had passed since their village had been sacked and burned. “I am…” his expression fell slightly to one of contemplation as he looked her over once more. She couldn’t imagine being without him now that they’d found each other. He leaned down and kissed her softly. This certainly wasn’t how she expected the reunion to go. Would he even smell like himself? His hair caught in her fingers, locking him close as lips and tongues met in a desperate dance.
