Chapter Two
Chapter Two:
A Wolf’s Appetite
“ I hope ye offered her the first bowl o’ stew!” Lachlan’s eyes seemed to refuse to meet Katarina’s as he stepped in and she frowned, biting her lip.
Did she want him to look at her? Munro hadn’t stopped giving her attention, but he seemed…
“ Aye ! I’m not a total arse !” Munro rolled his eyes, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth.
“No, not a total arse, I s’pose,” Lachlan turned and moved to a small shelving unit built in the cave and pulled out several bottles. The first he handed to her and the second he uncorked loudly before chugging down its contents.
Still watching him gulp the mystery beverage, she took another mouthful of stew. Both brothers’ gazes fell upon her and she realized she’d moaned at the taste.
Blushing, she motioned to the bowl. “This is delicious!” she announced, hoping to sway any dirty thoughts, “Who cooked it?”
“Lachlan cooks,” Munro announced, “I forage. We both hunt, though, so I guess we can both take credit.”
“Oh. So do you two live here then?” she looked around, unable to deny that the cave certainly had a homey feel to it.
“We do,” Lachlan took any swig of his drink and turned to finally look at her. “We aren’t exactly welcome anywhere else.”
“ Aye ! Those bluidy vampires have seen t’ that!” Munro growled.
“Well… they didn’t seem friendly, that’s for sure.” Katarina blushed, “Thank you again for saving me. I mean, when you first attacked them I thought you were fighting them to have me…” she blushed at her phrasing and quickly added, “to eat, you know?” She bit her lip, curiosity once again getting the better of her. “Why didn’t you?”
“What? Eat ye?” Lachlan shook his head, “We’re men of honor, lass.” Lachlan looked down at his drink. “We doona care what ye are; yer a lady first.”
“So are ye truly an artist, Kat?” Munro smirked.
Katarina fought the raging blush from Lachlan’s words and nodded to Munro, “I am. It’s why I’m here. My agent sent me to find some new inspiration.”
“Inspiration?” Lachlan scoffed, “In that village? Ye have a better chance of finding inspiration in an outhouse!”
“Oh? And why’s that?” she frowned.
“Because it’s a bore,” Lachlan shrugged. “The villagers are simple folk and wouldn’t know art if it grew legs and leapt up their arses!”
Katarina began to laugh at that. Though she might not have worded it quite the same, Lachlan was exactly right! It had been exactly as she was feeling—boredom!
“I think you’re right, Lachlan; I was pretty bored there,” she grinned, scraping the last of the stew from the bottom of her bowl and licking the spoon clean. She blushed as Munro smirked at her cleaned bowl as he stood to retrieve it from her. “Thanks again for the food.” Remembering the bottle Lachlan had offered her, she opened it and took a sip, coughing as the contents slipped down her throat.
“Ha! Easy, lass! That ale is pretty strong stuff!” Munro chuckled.
“A-ale?” she blushed. “I… I usually just drink wine, though.”
“Ain’t got no wine, but the ale’ll grow on ye, trust me,” Lachlan offered between swigs from his own bottle. “Sides, it’s what we got ‘til morning,” he shot his brother a look. “Munro forgot to pick up our water and other supplies today.”
“It’s not my fault!” Munro grumbled. “That bluidy fire-haired vamp attacked me! Nearly took me thumb off, I tell ye! That bitch is trouble!”
“Doona be so daft! She’s a vampire,” Lachlan glared. “Of course she’s trouble! Ye need to be more careful,” Lachlan sighed.
“I saw her too,” Katarina offered, hoping to diffuse the tension, “but she disappeared right as the others got me.”
“Well, it’s good we got to ye when we did,” Munro nodded, pressing his hand to her thigh.
Katarina blushed, feeling the heat in his touch through her jeans. Trying her best to ignore the sensations Munro was causing her, she took another sip from the bottle, better prepared for its contents this time. The liquor fell heavy in her gut, warming her from the inside-out. “W-would you two mind helping me back to Inverness in the morning? I lost my map with my jacket.”
“You want to go back there?” Lachlan scoffed, shrugging. “If you say so.”
She blushed at the realization that she wasn’t in any rush to get back and moved the bottle to her lips for another drink, letting the contents pour more freely now. Chugging quickly as the alcohol burned its way down her throat.
“Pace yerself, lass,” Munro warned. “That stuff’s strong for the likes of us !”
“I’ll survive,” she chuckled and looked around once more. “Doesn’t it get cramped living in here together?”
“ Aye , it definitely took some getting used to,” Munro shrugged. “But it’s livable and we doona have anywhere else to go.”
“I see…” she looked down. “Hey, do you think I could maybe paint you two tomorrow?”
“Us? So ye want to paint us together, do ye?” Munro smirked, leaning towards her. “Ye sure you doona want to paint jus’ me?”
“Go ahead and paint Munro, lass. I’m no’ interested in that kind of stuff,” Lachlan looked away.
“No! I want to paint you both! Please!” She looked up at Lachlan. “You both have helped to inspire me!”
“Come now, brother! Give ‘er what she wants!” Munro elbowed Lachlan, who in return shot him a dark glare.
Both Katarina and Munro stared back at him with pleading eyes.
Lachlan growled and rolled his eyes. “Fine! Tomorrow ye can paint us— both of us!” he sighed.
She smiled and leaned in, hugging him suddenly. As her arms tightened around him, she felt his body tense at the contact, and she pulled away, nervous that she’d somehow offended him. Looking up, their gazes met and a silent moment passed between them. Feeling the connection, Katarina forced herself to inch away and settle back into her seat on the furs. She couldn’t afford to fall for a Scotsman, especially not a therion highlander. A fling with a random local was one thing, but what she felt…
She didn’t need that in her life right now.
Munro’s hand gently grasped her own and she looked up into his worried gaze.
Such a short time had been spent with them, but already she felt such a powerful connection with these two.
“Lass, yer freezing. We should lie together,” though his words offered concern, there was no effort to hide his smirk.
“Wh-what? I’m fine! I’ll be alright,” she blushed.
“As much as I hate agreeing with my brother, he’s right, Katarina,” Lachlan said. “You are extremely cold and my brother’s body heat can help.”
“Why not yours?” she asked, feeling her face go red again as she realized what she was saying before she’d fully thought about it.
Lachlan stared at her for a long moment, but remained motionless.
Clearing his throat and drawing the two’s attention back to him, Munro gave an innocent shrug and smirked. “Why no’ both of us then? Where one’s good, two’s better, aye ?”
“Both?” the two stammered in shocked unison, and Katarina caught sight Lachlan’s sudden blush and felt her own against her cheeks.
“Come now, the best way to heat ye up, Kat, is for both of us to press against ye,” Munro grinned, pulling her against his chest as he let his body fall back against the animal furs.
“Are you sure this is okay?” she blushed, relishing in the heat from Munro’s body.
Though the idea seemed so lewd—so scandalous!—she was having a harder and harder time seeing fault in it.
Was this her rationalizing it… or the ale?
Lachlan was suddenly behind her, his body more rigid and tensed as he pressed against her behind and his strong arm wrapped around her waist. She let out a soft moan as both of their furnace-like torsos pressed against her at either side. There was no denying that, lewd or not, the warmth excuse was no lie. It was like there was a fire raging in each of the brother’s chests, and Katarina was now sandwiched between the two and soaking it all in.
Munro’s lips suddenly began to run across her neck—feeling like heated velvet trailing her throat—as his hand moved up to her breasts over her bra; Lachlan’s thick arms snaking around her waist and pulling her midsection back against him as his lips descended on her exposed shoulder. She blushed, seeing through her partially opened eyes as the brothers’ gazes stalked over her body; hunting for new flesh to set fire to with their kisses. They loved her in the same way they’d saved her from the vampires: neither in competition nor in it for themselves, but working in perfect unison to optimize their efforts.
They were positively deadly!
The way their hungry gazes traveled her writhing form, Katarina felt uncertain that they didn’t intend to eat her. But at that moment, shivering under their attentions, she couldn’t bring herself to believe she didn’t want them to.
She felt wanted.
She felt desired!
She felt sexy !
Though she’d never been lacking in confidence, she’d never dwelled much on thoughts of vanity, preferring to put her focus on her work and the sensual appeal therein. She’d accepted at an early age that there would be no taming her curly blonde hair, and the blue eyes that looked back at her in the mirror had never struck her as inherently stunning. If nothing else, she figured it was her fortune or her fame that would attract others.
But these two savage brothers couldn’t care less about her social standing, and they certainly hadn’t seen any of her paintings.
No, what drove their ferocity at that moment—what brought kiss after scalding kiss crashing down on her flushed, exposed flesh—was her and her alone.
She moaned, and Munro was fueled by the sound, reaching between her cleavage to unhook the bra and free her breasts. As his calloused fingers found the two snaps the first was easily undone, and the therion’s hungry green eyes leveled with hers, challenging her to tell him to stop.
She could only bring herself to wonder why he’d pause.
“M-Munro?” she gasped, arching against him and pressing further against Lachlan in the process.
“Munro! Stop it! We’re not beasts!” Lachlan growled at him, his burr rumbling softly in her ear and she melted against him, purring and nuzzling her cheek against his jaw. Stunned by this, his gaze fell upon her, taking in the drunken lust burning in her eyes, and he trembled at the sight. “K-Katarina?”
“Don’t stop… please!” she whimpered again, pursing her lips against his jawbone and whispering, “I want you both to touch me!” she gasped, no longer recognizing her voice.
The typically shy, nervous Katarina had melted under the combined body heat like candlewax. In her place, a new woman writhed in exuberant freedom; a woman whose voice was weathered by desire. A woman who felt no shame pleading for two werewolves to explore her body.
Munro smirked at this new woman and freed the final clasp hiding her supple flesh from their roaming gazes and stalking fingertips. As red lace fell from pale flesh, four hands closed in on her heaving chest. Though the cold had long since been chased from her body, her nipples stood out with a tightness that almost hurt, the pink numbs demanding the soothing caresses that the brothers wasted no time in offering. A low, breathless moan started in Katarina’s chest, and as it rose up her throat it turned guttural and bestial, issuing past her lips as an erotic growl that spurred the two predators further. The fire from their touch seared through her, driving her body’s tremors to intensify! Feeling a throbbing length against her hip, she moved her hand back to Lachlan’s midsection, finding his cock already erect and waiting under his kilt like an iron bar. Wrapping her fingers around his shaft, she began to pump her fist along its slick length.
“L-lass!” Lachlan’s voice was a delicious mix of lusty groans and carnal growls as he rocked his hips against her touch.
“A needy lass, isn’t she? Our kitty-kat,” Munro chuckled, moving his lips down her throat and slipped one of her nipples into his mouth.
The feel of Munro’s mouth on her tit and Lachlan’s cock in her hand was like lightning driving through her body. All of her senses were alive and eager to take in as much of the moment as they could. She arched into his lips as Lachlan’s hand moved down her waist, beginning to rub her through her jeans. She moaned, realizing how wet she had gotten.
“ Och ! You madden me, lass,” Lachlan growled in her ear. “Ye’ve nearly soaked through yer pants!”
“She is something!” Munro groaned, “Kat, your smell is divine; like rose blossom and honey!”
“O-oh, it’s the ale…” Katarina confessed, her voice feeling distant and irrelevant. “My kind… we release pheromones when we’re intoxicated!”
“Oh aye ? It’s working,” Lachlan groaned, unbuttoning her jeans and moving his hand inside, reaching into her panties.
She gasped as his thumb found her clit and began to tease it with quick passes. She cried out at as he picked up the pace, the friction stirring her into a frenzy and driving her to arch back more as Munro sucked her nipples harder. She blushed, feeling Lachlan’s cock begin to throb in her grasp and pulled her hand away, hoping to tease him in the same way he was with her.
“If ye keep that up, I won’t last long,” he nipped at her earlobe as he continued to rub her clit, finally dipping a finger into her depths.
Katarina had never felt anything close to how she was feeling with the two. Munro smirked, pulling back and the two brothers moved away for a moment, slipping out of their kilts. She gazed at their naked bodies, both of their massive cocks jutting forward, twin trails of pre-cum hanging from each bulbous head.
“How will ye have us, Kat?” Munro smirked.
She gazed at their cocks and flushed, curious if even one of them would fit. Munro grinned, noticing her shyness and leaned forward, pressing his warm lips to hers. She moaned into his mouth, kissing him back as his tongue pushed past her lips and began to brush against her own. While Munro fervently kissed her, Lachlan’s lips pressed to her throat as he began to push another of his fingers inside her.
“Why don’t we just do this for tonight?” Lachlan whispered in her ear and she sighed, arching against the two even more.
A wave of relief eased Katarina’s fogged mind as she realized she wouldn’t have to endure what would no-doubt have been a crippling process, though a part of her felt robbed of the opportunity.
Before she could dwell on the thoughts any further, however, Munro’s hands moved up and he began massaging her breasts, tweaking and pinching her nipples. Behind her, Lachlan’s assault on her sex continued. Though they kept their promise to not penetrate her, their freed cocks nestled against each of her thighs, leaving steaming trails of their excitement on her skin. It was all too much, and Katarina could already feel her climax growing like an imminent explosion. She gasped, pressing herself into the two’s embrace as their onslaughts continued to electrify her body.
“Come for us, lass!” Lachlan nipped her earlobe again.
She cried out, her rising pleasure reaching its apex and setting off wave after wave of ecstasy through her entire body. The brothers groaned, seeing that she was at her peak, and intensified their efforts as she rode out her orgasm; her body thrumming with spasms and bringing the two to tighten their holds on her. Her eyes fluttered open as she got a good look at the two, their eyes glowing in the dim light that surrounded them. As the moment subsided, she fell back against Lachlan, who slowly drew his fingers from her before sucking them clean. Though he didn’t seem to do this for Katarina’s sake, the sight was nevertheless an erotic one and she felt another tremor roll through her as Munro withdrew his mouth from her heaving chest.
“Th-thank you,” she blushed, closing her eyes.
“A strange thing t’ thank us for,” Munro chuckled.
The post-orgasmic stupor passed and she giggled, nodding. “Yea, I suppose it is.”
She had never had much experience with sex other than a small tryst with her ex-boyfriend, and none of their romps could’ve compared to what had just happened. At that time, however, though he had been her only lover until that point, she’d believed that they’d be together forever. Dreams of a family and luxurious estate with a glorious view where she could paint and watch over the children had been blinding enough to overwhelm the reality.
What a fool she’d been.
As it turned out, the man, a hopeful student and fantasy enthusiast, had only been using her as a stepping stone to launch his own career. And while the deceit and heartbreak were bad enough, the worst part was that his schemes had actually driven him into the public spotlight! Though Katarina resented him to no end for using her and hurting her, the harsh reality that he’d somehow been rewarded for it made it all the more unbearable. Now he was one of her top competitors in the field, and because of their shared connections, she’d begun losing old contracts because of him. Though he hadn’t been so brash as to admit it, she was certain that this trip to Scotland had been Erik’s last hope for her career.
“Are ye alright, Kat?” Munro’s worried gaze fell on hers and she offered a soft smile in response.
“I’m alright, just tired I guess,” she blushed, realizing that she’d been drifting.
She was tired.
And she’d been tired a lot longer than she realized.
She was tired of being alone, tired of being outdone, tired of being written off, and tired of being second best. Most of all, however, she was tired of doubting herself.
These two brothers in less than one night had given her a new lease on life and offered her the inspiration she needed. She smiled as she felt hope for the first time in a long while and snuggled into the two as she fell asleep.