The old god grinned down at her, teeth surprisingly sharp against his staglike features, and Wren’s eyes went wide at the sight. It made him laugh, strong hands spinning her in place, so that her back was trapped against his torso and she could feel the hard press of his member against her back.
“What’s wrong, little human?” His voice was deep, rumbling through her body, sending tremors that had nothing to do with fear through her. “Are you afraid now, having ventured so deep into my territory?” His hands came up to cup her breasts through her bodice, thumbs rubbing against the fabric and sending alien sensations through her body. “Or is is it something else that makes you tremble?”