Chapter 1

Heat.

It touched my skin in waves, licking at me like a lover’s breath after the memory of winter’s bite. For a long moment, I didn’t even open my eyes. The warmth was too strange, too shocking, especially after the kind of cold that strips away thought, sense, and even hope.

My body ached everywhere, the way frostbitten flesh comes back to life. Something rough pressed against my bare back, solid stone. Cold where the heat couldn’t reach me. I was sprawled on the floor naked, every inch of me tingling. My cock, shriveled from the blizzard. It felt numb and useless between my legs, and my hands twitched on the stone as I blinked up at the light flickering above.

“Go to Sensluttia.” The fairy’s words echoed in my mind

The ceiling was rough stone arching overhead. I could smell smoke, hear the crackling of flames, and the cave was much warmer than the blizzard that had almost killed me. I lay there, listening, trying to piece together what had happened. My last memory was of being outside, my body numb with the cold, my mind blank and empty, lost to the white death. I pushed myself up on one elbow, my movement stiff and slow.

And then I saw them.

Two wolves, white as fresh fallen snow, massive and silent, lay curled up together just outside the circle of firelight. Their sides rose and fell in a slow, deep rhythm, both of them deep in sleep. Even in slumber, they were monstrous, with paws the size of my head and black claws curved like sickles. Their fur wasn’t soft or glossy. It was tangled, wild, the kind of pelt that told you these creatures survived by tearing flesh from bone, not by being petted. Their muzzles twitched occasionally, as if chasing prey in their dreams. They looked peaceful, almost beautiful in their own savage way, but there was nothing gentle about them.

But they weren’t what held my sight. What held my gaze was the girl by the fire.

She was squatting, her posture was both animal and inviting, her tail swaying lazily behind her, the long plume of icy blue fur trailing over her spine and curling upward, the tip twitching with each breath. Firelight danced across her skin, painting her in a wild tapestry of shadow and gold.

She was bare naked from the knees up, save for a pair of fur cuffs that circled her wrists and crept halfway up her forearms. Her legs ended in the unmistakable paws of a wolf, furred up to the knee, tipped with claws that glinted as she flexed them, toes curling into the stone.

Above her knees, her skin was smooth, flawless, glowing in the flicker of the flames. Her thighs parted naturally as she squatted, exposing the flat plane of her lower belly and the soft mound between her legs. Her pussy was completely bare, lips tight and pink, perfectly framed by the pale skin of her inner thighs. Her hips were slim, her waist narrow, ribs visible with each inhale. Her breasts were small and pert, the kind you could cup with one hand, their tips flushed and tight from the fire’s warmth, or maybe from my gaze, when she caught me staring.

Her face was framed in messy blue hair that fell across her cheeks and shielded her right eye. Her ears, tall and pointed, flicked toward me with every motion, as if picking up every breath, every shift of stone beneath my body. The uncovered eye glowed red, the same color as the wolves’, only now it blazed with awareness.

Her mouth was parted just enough to show the points of sharp fangs, tiny icicles glistening in the wet dark of her mouth. She watched me, never moving, head cocked just slightly, her expression unreadable: hungry, curious, perhaps amused by the way I stared at her breasts, at the way her nipples stood out in the warm glow.

I realized then how exposed I was. My nakedness felt less like a vulnerability to the cold and more like a display for her benefit. A lamb set before a wolf, watched by a predator who had already decided what she would do with me. For a moment, we just stared at each other, the only sounds the soft pop of the fire and the wolves’ deep breathing. The girl’s nostrils flared as she smelled the air, her tail giving a slow, pleased wag.

She knew I was awake. She knew I was looking at her. And she liked it.

“You survived,” she whispered, her voice a soft growl. “I wondered if you would.”

She smiled, showing just a hint more fang, and let her gaze slide down my body, lingering with open appreciation. For all the cold, my skin prickled with a different kind of heat. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks, to the tip of my soft cock, making me sit up a little straighter, pushing off the ground and spinning to sit on my butt, crossing my legs and leaning back on my arms, trying to seem casual and comfortable in spite of everything.

I went to speak, but before the words formed, the girl lunged. She was fast. Fast as lightning, a blur of motion and blue. Before I could even gasp, she had closed the distance between us, straddling me, her hand clamping tight over my mouth. She was light, barely more than a feather against me, but the force of her grip was iron.

She put a finger over her lips, shushing me, and her head turned, glancing over her shoulder at the sleeping wolves. As her eyes locked onto their sleeping forms, her smile widened, her ears twitching. She gave a soft, husky laugh, like the one you might give when watching a dog dream, and slowly removed her hand from my mouth.

“Be sure to speak softly, human.” she whispered. “They follow my command, but if startled, they would rip out your throat before I could stop them.”

I glanced at the wolves, their massive shapes silhouetted in the shadows. My heart beat faster, pounding in my chest, and the girl seemed to delight in my fear, her tail wagging slowly behind her.

“Are they dangerous?” I whispered, trying to hide the tremor in my voice.

“They’re Duskwraith wolves.” She giggled. “Of course they are. They are dangerous, and hungry, and powerful.” She laughed again. “Just like me.”

With that, she slid her arms around my neck, her legs shifting to settle into my lap, her weight a gentle press against my body. Her skin was warm, almost hot, and the curve of her breasts rubbed against my chest, nipples dragging against my skin. Her hair hung in her face, a curtain of blue framing her crimson eye, and her breath was warm against my face.