The linen cloth trapped the loud moans behind her teeth, turning them into needy, muffled whimpers. Alaric kept one large hand firmly planted on her hip, anchoring her in place against the force of his thrusts. His other hand twisted into her thick, red hair. He pulled her head back gently, exposing the long line of her neck, and pressed a hot, heavy kiss right below her ear.
Sansa let out a sharp, muffled gasp against the cloth, her back arching hard against him as she completely surrendered to the pace.
A few feet away, the thick fur blankets slowly shifted.
The rhythmic clapping of bodies and the heavy, strained breathing finally cut through Roslin's deep exhaustion. She let out a soft groan, rubbing her eyes as she slowly pulled herself out of sleep. For a second, she just stared blankly at the roof of the tent, confused by the heat and the strange, repetitive noises.
Then, she turned her head.
Roslin froze. She stopped breathing entirely. Right there, on the edge of her own bed, Alaric was driving heavily into Sansa Stark. The low light from the brazier cast moving shadows over their bare, sweat-slicked skin. She watched, completely paralyzed, as Alaric pulled the tall Northern girl's hair back, completely dominating her, while Sansa melted into the mattress, crying out into a piece of cloth.
All the blood in Roslin's body rushed straight to her face. Her cheeks burned bright red. She pulled the fur blanket up over her mouth, her eyes wide as saucers, completely unable to look away from the raw, primal display. Her heart started hammering in her chest like a trapped bird.
Alaric didn't even have to look at her. His enhanced senses picked up the sudden, frantic spike in Roslin's heartbeat the exact second she woke up.
He didn't slow his rhythm with Sansa. Instead, a dark, highly amused smirk touched his lips. He reached out casually with his free hand, his large fingers shooting across the bed and catching Roslin by the wrist.
Roslin let out a tiny, panicked squeak.
Alaric pulled hard. He dragged the blushing, wide-eyed girl across the mattress, pulling her out from under her blankets until her bare chest was pressed right up against his side. Before Roslin could even process what was happening, Alaric leaned down, grabbed the back of her neck, and pulled her into a deep, claiming kiss, dragging her right into the middle of the fire.
Alaric broke the kiss, but he didn't let Roslin pull away. She was completely bare from sleeping under the heavy furs, her skin flushed and warm against his side. He shifted his grip, his large hand sliding down to firmly cup her bare breast.
Roslin let out a soft, breathy moan. The sudden shock of waking up to this was instantly swallowed by the lingering heat from their own long night together. Her body reacted to his heavy touch before her mind could even catch up. She closed her eyes, her small hands instinctively grabbing his thick arm to steady herself as she melted against him.
Below them, Sansa didn't even flinch.
She was completely lost. Pinned to the mattress and overwhelmed by Alaric's relentless pace, her eyes were squeezed shut tight. She just kept her knuckles locked onto the fur blankets, her back arching with every heavy thrust. She let out another strained, muffled whimper into the linen cloth, pushing herself back against him. She was so entirely consumed by the intense physical feeling that she had absolutely no idea Roslin was awake and right next to her.
Alaric kept his rhythm perfectly steady. His supernatural stamina didn't break a sweat. He held Sansa down, dominating her completely, while his free hand kept Roslin pulled tight against his side, his thumb brushing over her sensitive skin.
Alaric's breathing finally grew heavy. He gripped Sansa's hips hard, pulling her back against him as he drove in one last, deep time. He held her there, his muscles locked as he finished.
Sansa let out a long, shuddering groan into the cloth. She collapsed flat against the mattress, her arms giving out completely. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath. Slowly, her shaking hand reached up and pulled the damp linen cloth from her mouth.
She turned her head to the side, resting her cheek on the fur blanket, and opened her tired eyes.
She froze.
Roslin was lying right next to her. Roslin was completely bare, her skin flushed bright red, and her legs parted on the mattress. Alaric's large hand was still resting casually on her stomach.
Sansa just stared, her mouth slightly open, completely caught off guard.
Roslin's face turned the color of a tomato. She quickly looked away, trying to pull a piece of the fur blanket over her chest to cover herself.
"I... I'm sorry," Roslin stammered, her voice shaking with embarrassment. "I woke up from the sound... and he just grabbed me."
Sansa blinked. The shock slowly faded into a tired, breathless realization of exactly what was happening. She didn't look angry, just deeply overwhelmed by the sudden shift.
Alaric didn't give them time to talk about it. He pulled back from Sansa, his weight shifting on the creaking bed. He reached out and wrapped his hand in Sansa's damp red hair. He didn't hurt her, but he gave it a firm, dominant pull, forcing her to lift her head and look at him.
"Stay right there," Alaric commanded quietly.
He moved over, completely ignoring Roslin's shy embarrassment. He settled his heavy weight between Roslin's parted legs. She looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes, but she didn't try to close her legs or push him away.
Alaric leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to Roslin's neck to keep her still. Then, he pushed forward, slowly entering her.
Roslin let out a sharp, breathless gasp. Her hands instantly flew up, grabbing Alaric's broad shoulders as she took him in.
Sansa stayed pinned on the mattress right beside them. Her breathing was still heavy from her own exhaustion, but she didn't look away. She lay there, her hair held in his grip, watching the man she loved completely take over the girl lying next to her.