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one is searching for him either. Dahlia went
missing during the night. Her father Wolf thinks they’re together.”
    Boar admired Dahlia from a distance but he’d never
approached her, offering a unity. Had he finally decided to take her as his
mate? Wisteria hoped so. She wanted him to be happy. The right woman could rid
him of his bitterness.
    Thank you, Daddy, for causing so much pain to your
existing children.
    Wisteria sat up slowly and stretched her arms above her
head. She’d never been so rested or relaxed. Had the effects of her secret caused
this wave of contentment? If so, what she’d done to herself couldn’t be a bad
thing.
    “Are you all right, Wisty? You’re very quiet. Do you feel
okay?”
    “Yes, I’m okay.” Wisteria stood and adjusted her garments.
“I’ll eat with you after I visit the relief shanty.”
    “Then hurry. I’m hungry.”
    Wisteria strode from the cave and headed toward the shanty,
kicking pebbles aside. Her foot no longer hurt but the scratch on her thigh was
crusted with dried blood. She probably broke it open during the night or when
her hips jolted the ground as she’d massaged her private parts.
    She grinned while she plucked a couple petals from the
bright-pink flower bush near the entrance then pushed the pelt aside to enter.
Daylight sliced through the top of the stone structure where it was completely
open to treetops and the sky. As she squatted over the fluid basin she tilted
her face upward and absorbed the warm air on her face. Oddly she felt
different. Tranquil. Not as rushed or anxious to start her morning chores.
Despite not wanting to dawdle too long in case her mom already started sewing,
she stalled.
    Having left everything behind when the flesh-eating tribe
attacked, they had to make new clothing from scratch. She didn’t mind helping
but it interfered with her jewelry craft. Her fingers were often too sore and
swollen from forcing the needle through the animal hides, which prevented her
from working with her intricate stones.
    After she finished relieving herself she wiped dry with the
flower petal. The instant she brushed it against the sensitive nub inside her
womanly folds, a jolt of excitement raced along her spine. It was intense. More
so than yesterday and she rubbed it again. Her breath caught. She chewed her
lower lip as she dropped the leaf into the basin then traced circles around the
hidden nub with her fingertip.
    She closed her eyes. Slowly her hips fell into the same
rotation. Then they picked up speed to keep in pace with her finger. Tiny
sparks danced in her tummy, branching to her chest. Her legs trembled and she
laid her free hand on the wooden wall to prevent herself from falling. Sweat
dampened her skin as she rubbed harder, chasing the exciting sensation just
within reach. The flesh beneath her finger swelled and throbbed. With each
swipe it appeared more sensitive and alive. She shivered and tilted her head
farther back.
    With the air caressing her face and the breathtaking
pressure building throughout her body, she slightly moaned. She had to. The
sensation was unbearable. She needed to burst. As she quickly rubbed to bring
on the wonderful sensations, something slapped the outside shanty wall.
    “What are you doing in there, woman?”
    Sledge!
    Wisteria’s eyes flew open. With her heartbeat drumming in
her chest and ears she straightened and quickly pulled her lower garment over
her hips. “What do you think I’m doing in here?” she snapped. She smelled the
stench of decaying animals before she even threw the flap aside and stomped
out. “What nerve you have, disturbing a woman’s privacy.”
    She nearly retched as he reached for her throat but
instinctively she smacked his hand aside. “My father will bludgeon you if you
touch my bare skin.”
    “Your father has given you to me. Have you not been told?”
    “Yes, I’m aware, but you’re not at liberty to fondle me in
any way before our unity.” She couldn’t imagine