The mountain cold air bit at my face as I stepped from Valara’s lodge into the pre-dawn darkness, my breath forming small clouds in the crisp air.
The peaks of the Silvermount Range loomed like sleeping giants around our village, their snow-capped summits catching the first pale hints of sunrise.
This was what I hated the most about this village. The winter lasted far too long, and this damn coldness always makes my body shiver.
My boots crunched on the frost-covered stones as I made my way down the winding path toward home, the events of the night still burning in my memory like forge-fire.
Valara, she was such a cougar. She was so full of lust and desire. I didn’t know she had such feelings – not feelings, I have to say desire, purely sexual intentions. I could feel the stinging pain where her nails dug into my back.
I looked at the people while I was walking. But my mind was occupied with Valara now.
The village was stirring to life around me.
Smoke began to rise from chimneys as the early risers stoked their hearths, and I could hear the lowing of cattle being led to pasture by shepherds who had risen before the sun.
Our settlement of Paren’s Rest clung to the mountainside like a cluster of brown stones, its buildings crafted from the same granite that formed the bones of the mountains themselves. Each house was built to withstand the harsh winters and sudden storms that swept down from the high passes.
As I approached my family’s compound—a modest collection of buildings clustered around a central courtyard—I caught sight of movement in the shadows of our porch.
Rena must be furious after seeing me and her mother like that.
But I wasn’t bothered. She’d been acting friendly enough with Daken the other day, laughing at his jokes and letting him help her carry water from the well. If she wanted to play games, she’d learn that two could dance to that tune.
Again, my thoughts drifted back to Valara’s lodge, to the weight of her hands and the way she’d whispered my name in the darkness. The chieftess was a woman who knew exactly what she wanted and how to take it.
I found myself wondering if she might be amenable to another... educational session.
The memory alone was enough to make my pulse quicken and bring a familiar tightness to my body.
I was so lost in these pleasant recollections that I almost walked straight into the small drama unfolding near the compound’s entrance.
Taeryn stood with his shoulders hunched, looking thoroughly miserable as his mother Natina, gave him what appeared to be a thorough tongue-lashing. Her voice carried the sharp edge that mothers seemed to perfect when their children had disappointed them.
I looked at her; her hands were at her wide hips, and my perverted mind thought that if I could hold her hips and find my way into her treasure cove.
Her bountiful bosom jiggled with every moment she made. The deep line between the bosom could be seen through her tight-fitting blouse, drawing my attention away from the scolding she was giving her son.
Another one of Milf on my list to bang.
"—told you to be home before the moon reached its peak, and where do I find you? Playing dice with those wastrels behind the tavern, losing coin we can ill afford to spare!"
Natina was a handsome woman in her middle years, with the kind of figure that had caught more than a few appreciative glances from the village men since her husband had died in a rockslide three summers past.
Taeryn often complained that men would make comments when he was around, which made him angry. Well, who would like it when they comment on their mother?
Her auburn hair was streaked with silver, and she had the kind of curves that filled out her working dress in all the right places.
She’d definitely earned her place on my mental list of interesting possibilities.