Shivering.<br/>Atal knew full well what it means. And it made the wolf inside him howl at the victory.<br/>Instead, he just circled his hand in front of Freyja's body, then drew her stronger against his own. At the same time, his other hand touched gently at her clit, gliding the hood gently. His fingers didn't stay there, though. Instead, as nimble as an warrior's hand can get, he just inserted his finger inside her. He felt her wetness, then carefully added another finger. Both of them entered smoothly.<br/>An warrior's hands can be pretty nimble, it seemed.<br/>He then released her neck and smiled wolfishly. His passion burned brightly already, but he controlled it as thouroughly as he controlled the hidden parts of his nature. With his manhood pressed against Freyja's back, his hand reached and caressed the cheek of Lina's face. He knew where to find it without looking - next to Freyja's breast. Of course, she startled, and maybe bit the other woman's nipple, but he gently kept her head in place and was just caressing her cheek. At the same time, his mouth kept nibbling at Freyja's collarbone, grinding the flesh against the bone underneath. His fingers left her body, and using her own juices, he glided them against her sensitive mould, pushing the hood back to touch the tender, wonderfully sensitive flesh.