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make them her answer.
    First a kiss for Russ, because he was not quite as alpha as Asher and she always had liked the strong seconds-in-command. Then a kiss for Asher, one that drew her fully between them where she belonged.
    “I promise by my hand and my heart,” Lainey said. “I say yes.”

 
     
     
    Chapter Five
     
    Lainey supposed men couldn’t properly howl, but wolves could, and she was most glad these two were neither ordinary men nor ordinary wolves. And she couldn’t have picked a better word than “howl” for the joyous noise those two raised to the stars. You’d have thought she’d plucked one of those stars down for each and placed it in the palm of their hand.
    Well, who knew? Maybe they saw it that way, and wasn’t that something remarkable?
    Asher took Lainey by the waist and lifted her high, spinning about in circles. Lainey gasped like a girl, and heard laughter spilling from her like water from a cup brimful with good golden wine. She raised her own voice in jubilant noise while Asher turned her around and around, until the stars blurred dizzily together and the chorus of cicadas seemed as fine as a trained orchestra.
    He stopped, laughing at her crossed eyes; she focused quick enough to look down at him and marvel at the naked admiration and darker want that made him boyish and all man at the same time. Lainey stroked what she could of him, amazed at how he needed to use so little of his strength to raise her up. She might as well have been made of feathers.
    “You are wolves, but I am not a bird,” she pretended to chide him.
    From the blazing brightness of his grin, Asher didn’t take that scolding one bit to heart. He lifted her higher still and dropped her -- or she thought he’d dropped her, her heart in her throat -- until Russ caught her and spun her again, down to land lightly on her bare feet in the dew-wet grass. Russ enfolded her in his arms and embraced her tightly.
    His skin tasted salty on her tongue when she nipped Russ’s shoulder. “There’s a time for play, and there’s a time for mating. You two make up your minds.” She finished with a light slap on his rump, because she wanted to.
    She could sense Asher’s keen interest at that, and pressed as close as she was Lainey could feel Russ’s definite appreciation. She slapped again, harder, and felt Russ shiver.
    Maybe too hard, that’d been. There was the tiniest bit of doubt in Russ when he pulled far back enough to eye her quizzically. “Angry?”
    Asher snorted, an uncannily human sound that made Lainey look about at him and wrinkle her nose at the handsome man-wolf. She turned back to Russ and stood on tiptoe to brush her lips across his, giving him a taste of what was to come.
    Russ hummed, pacified, and sought her mouth for a deeper, hungrier kiss. “Not mad,” he said, utterly self-satisfied, when he released her.
    “Boys, when I’m mad, you’ll know.” Lainey pressed her nakedness to Russ’s, letting him feel how wet she was and how tightly furled her nipples. “Now,” she breathed in Russ’s ear, knowing Asher could hear her too, “Does that feel like I’m mad?”
    Russ and Asher looked at each other over her and laughed in a way that was utterly masculine, and would have infuriated Lainey if it hadn’t been -- them, here, now. If she didn’t avidly want to take them up on the sexual certainty of that dominant male rumbling. Now.
    She tweaked Russ’s ear, then, to indulge her preference, dragged her nails ever so lightly down his chest to pinch his nipple. He drew in a startled breath. Hmm, hadn’t known he liked that, had Russ? Lainey gave him her most wicked smile.
    He’d love this, then. She trailed her fingertips, softer in her touch now, down his finely muscled chest, through the wiry hair around his groin, and took the length and width of his shaft in her hand. She had small hands, and almost couldn’t touch thumb to forefinger. A little too much for most women to handle; lucky her,