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If Etienne wanted to accuse Heda of being his lover, Anselm would make it so. He stalked towards her, his anger a brandished weapon — but it wasn’t Heda he wished to hurt.

She rose from the water with liquid splattering; the gentle curves of her figure an open and rolling plain inviting his trespass. He studied her with a hungry pause then, feeling the last of his resistance ebbing.

Anselm nearly moved to take her then, but stilled his urgent desire with a suckling breath. His heart thudded alongside hers as they made for the wooded bole, thick shadows casting dark pylons around them. 

Their first time had been rough — a powerful yet lustful affair with little thought for her. He’d thought of Etienne the entire time, which sorrowed what should have been a mutually pleasurable experience. It’d been over before he knew it — they’d parted to bitter words and confusion. 

This time, Anselm held Etienne in his thoughts with bitterness. He reached for Heda with a breathless touch, his blood thrumming. 

His teeth roved the gentle rise of red along her neck. She may not think herself beautiful, but Anselm never believed her ugly. Even at her thinnest, she commanded a wary awe from him. He breathed in the scent of lagoon and meadow that clung to the silver strands of her fur, wishing to impart his own scent upon her as a spiteful message.

Anselm fought the rising urgency that commanded him, feeling a strange sense of pleasure in denying himself immediate gratification. All the while he felt for Heda with a traveler’s roaming desperation, unwilling to spare a second thought to the betrayal he’d be committing by slipping inside her a second time.