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right . How fine to watch them play. How exciting to see the way they cared for each other. Wanted each other.
    Lainey slid her hand between her thighs and stroked the soft curls over her cunt. Only teasing, still. Drawing it out. What folks didn’t know about this world, abandoned by all who weren’t tough enough to take it, could fill a book.
    The wolves raced halfway to the house before the russet jumped the larger wolf and rolled him over. They leapt away and faced off, growling as playfully as puppies and cuter than they had any right to be -- and knowing it, too.
    “Got tired of waiting, I expect. Now you’re trying to get me to come out and play, aren’t you?” Lainey murmured, stroking the smooth coolness of the window glass.
    As if he’d heard, and understood, the larger of the wolves lifted his head and howled. He danced a few steps forward, then back. He couldn’t have invited her more clearly if he’d projected words clear into her head: Yes, yes; come play with us. Run with us .
    Mate with us .
    Lainey stroked the heavy neckline of her crimson robe. The tips of her breasts strained against the softness that restrained them; the weight of the velvet molded itself along the warmth of her body, and an ache deepened between her legs that would have made Lainey’s mind up for her if she hadn’t already chosen her course.
    She smiled broadly, savoring the sight of the wild wolves -- the men who’d claimed her -- cavorting on the land she’d claimed. These were wild wolves, to be sure, but they wouldn’t hurt her. She’d stake her life on it.
    Afraid? No. Excited? Oh God, yes…
    Lainey stepped away from the window, ready -- more than ready now -- to take pity on them, and on herself. She made it three steps toward the door before she heard something new -- the scream of a bobcat, not five feet from her porch. A true wild beast, enraged, and on the hunt…

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    Pure instinct had Lainey dropping the robe and pulling the rifle down from the wall. She’d heard that bobcat before, and never without something living around her place suffering for his presence. Last time she’d shot at him, he’d nearly gone for her.
    That bobcat made her uncomfortable, the way the men who’d been here before her were discomfited by the wolves. An icy chill tickled the back of her neck, but it was chased away right fast by anger.
    Nothing came on her land without her say-so, damn it!
    She’d practiced enough that the rifle felt natural in her grasp, and she could run without shooting herself or the walls. Not as good as a pistol. Why hadn’t she brought in her goods to keep them safe, or at least the sturdy shotgun she’d bought? Lainey swore at herself and pressed her shoulders flat to the wall by the side of the door. Open it and shoot --
    A bark that made her ears hurt worse than a shotgun blast ripped apart the still of the night. Startled Lainey enough to pull her out of her stance and look head on out the door.
    What she saw made her laugh. Then, made her proud. The shorter and stockier of her two wolves -- yes, she’d started thinking of them as hers -- stood foursquare in front of the steps, snarling in a low growl so deep it vibrated through Lainey’s bones. The taller, leaner wolf had come to a stop at the boundary where clear space ended and the overgrown wheat fields began. Through a trick of the moonlight, Lainey could see him clearly, his teeth bared and his ears flat.
    That was a fine thing, but finer still was the sound of a bobcat’s retreat through tall grass. It stopped every now and again to voice a challenge, but by the Lords it kept going until Lainey could barely hear the rapid rustling of wheat stalks.
    The russet wolf closer to Lainey sneezed and shook himself like an ordinary dog. It swung halfway about to check on her and stopped, cocking his head to eye her in her nakedness with an all too human-like -- and extremely male -- interest.
    Lainey didn’t try to hide