Lyra’s POV
The ride between my cabin and the middle of the Blackrock lands was speedy and smooth. Kaelen would not allow me to walk. He took me on his bare chest and his arms were round my waist, looking like iron bands. With each touch of my skin with his, another dot on my neck blazed more warmth, sinking to the depths of my belly. I was wet, and my body was craving the friction that had begun on the kitchen table again.
“I'm horny,” I muttered, staring at nothing and hoping he wouldn't hear me yet though.
“What did you say?” Kaelen asked. “Are you bothered about this place?
I didn't know what to say, so I nodded.
Then we arrived at the Pack House, a large building of stone and timber, built on the summit of the stones. Kaelen didn't care to regard the cowering guards, and the m
