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see more: the all-consuming fire of Asher’s kiss and Russ’s return press of mouth, or the stiff fullness of cocks that ached to near-bursting point to be buried in sweet, willing flesh.
    She let herself stroke the top -- just the top -- of her pubic hair. Just enough to tease, and to keep herself as excited as them, though the heavens knew she didn’t need more than the sight of those two to make her ache and burn for them inside her.
    Russ writhed luxuriantly in Asher’s arms. He rose to bite the underside of Asher’s jaw even as he grasped and kneaded Asher’s ass. Asher feinted a sharper bite at Russ to make him jump, and dove in to kiss Russ into submission in that second when he was off his guard.
    Lainey had never seen a kiss like that before in her life, and she knew it was an honor almost no one could ever have to witness such a thing. Pure as an animal’s love, and all the better for being shared.
    The wolves breathed heavily when they parted, their lips swollen and their bodies sheened with sweat that made them luminous in the moonlight that seemed to shine down as if the moons themselves would bask in this moment. Asher pressed his forehead to Russ’s; Russ rubbed Asher’s back as if to encourage him, though his lips were parted with need and his legs shook.
    Lainey knew that look. Men trembling on the edge. So why’d they stopped? Hot as fire as they were, and young too, she’d have bet good honest gold one or both could have come without a hand on them and truth be told she’d wanted to see that very thing happen. Or had she?
    No, she decided, she hadn’t. She liked knowing they’d obey her, so far as they chose to. If they expected the same of her… well, like she’d said. Fair was fair.
    And also fair was the way the wolves turned their heads to better look at her, proud and in control despite the slick sweat of their human bodies and the almost-restrained quiver of their strong limbs that betrayed what a struggle it was not to throw one another down and fuck wild, fast, and free.
    “I owe you a question,” Lainey said, fairly sure that was what they wanted most. Well. Second most. “Ask.”
    Asher’s lips were moist from Russ’s kisses, but he drew his tongue across their plumpness nonetheless. “You know us, what we are. We know you. You know how those -- before are not -- here now?”
    Lainey nodded, intrigued and waiting.
    “You are not like them,” Asher said, utterly confident. “We treat with you. Treat? Treaty. Alliance. Not because we must, because we want. We protect. Make these lands our run.”
    “And in return?” Lainey asked, because it was a fine offer, and it would want payment. For just a moment, she was as suspicious as ever she had been when times were at their worst.
    Russ’s smile was as innocent and delighted as a child’s when he spoke, and the rest of him was every bit a man. “In return, mate with us.”
    “Play with us,” Asher added, cuddling Russ closer.
    “Care for us,” Russ said.
    “Share our food. Come see our den.”
    “Maybe one day we see yours. But not stay inside.” Asher raised his head, parting he and Russ only far enough to make space for her to fill the emptiness between them. “But here, we stay here. Outside. We protect, we serve, we guard.” He lost some of the rustiness, and beneath that he had a fine light bass of a voice, something warm as whiskey and sure as the sun and moons and his place in the world he stood upon. “Do you say yes?”
    Lainey considered that. Much asked of her and taxed of her pride, but much given as well. Gifts that precious few women ever enjoyed.
    She knew her answer before she’d bothered to think hard. No one had ever called Lainey a fool. She stepped lightly off the porch and down to the patch of yard, where the sparse green grass, wet with evening dew, tickled the soles of her bare feet. Walked to them as naked and sun-browned as a goddess, and waited until she was sandwiched between them to