Nancy A. Collins by Wild Blood

Author:Wild Blood
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2012-05-20T14:27:15+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

Skinner started awake, his inner eye full of fading dreams. He lay curled atop the sleeping bags on the floor of the minibus and wondered what it was that had wakened him. Then he realized they were no longer moving.

Yawning, he sat up and looked around, scratching his head. It was not yet dawn, but he could tell they must be somewhere in the national forests north of Santa Fe.

“Rend? Sunder?”

Skinner crawled out of the minibus, sniffing the air cautiously. It smelled of high country pine and wild things. It made the hair along his arms prickle.

The Dodge Caravan was parked a few yards away. It, too, was empty. He could make out the telltale burble of rushing water and, beneath its camouflage, the sound of laughter. Following the sound, he discovered a small footpath that led to a rocky creek bed. There he found the others, splashing in the cold mountain spring water, in various stages of undress.

Rend was squatting at the edge of the creek, barechested, vigorously scrubbing his face with a piece of soap. Jag emerged, nude, from the water, shaking out his white mane like a dog after a bath. Hew and Ripper were amusing themselves by hopping from rock to rock across the creek, skipping stones across its surface and whooping like children at play. Sunder lay flat on his belly, lapping at the briskly running water like a beast of the field.

“Look who’s here. It’s the low dog.”

Skinner turned in the direction of Jez’s voice in time to see her emerge from the surrounding foliage. She was stark naked, allowing him a good view of the small surgical-steel rings piercing her nipples and outer labia. He also noticed that her pubic thatch matched the color of her hair exactly. She stood there, idly toying with a fern frond like an ancient woodland nymph, and watched him look at her.

“Jez!”

The sound of her brother’s voice spurring her to action, Jez moved past Skinner-lingering long enough to give him a sultry srnile and a wink. She presented herself to Jag, who was standing with his hands on his hips, scowling in Skinner’s direction. Jag grabbed his twin’s hair and pulled her face close to his. She made a small whimpering sound and quivered in anticipation. His eyes still locked on Skinner, Jag thrust his tongue into his sister’s mouth and his hand between her legs, working his fingers past the gaping lips of her vulva.

Skinner looked away and tried not to pay attention to the sudden heaviness between his legs. He walked toward Rend, who had halted his ablutions and was watching him out of the corner of his eye. Skinner hunkered down beside him and tugged off his t-shirt.

“What’s with those two?” he whispered.

“Jag is Jez’s consort. Without her, he’s no longer the Alpha. He’s somewhat-shall we say jealous of her attentions.”

“Huh? You mean she’s calling the shots?”

“Vargr males outnumber bitches ten to one. The bitch is the linchpin that holds a pack together. Ours is a matriarchal society.

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