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-- bold. He reached for her, as smooth and graceful as he’d run in wolf shape. “Mine,” he told her, fingertips grazing her supple flesh. “Ours.”
    “Is that a fact?” Lainey did enjoy teasing them. She folded her arms under her breasts to lift and present them, as well as to keep the ground rules straight. She gave herself; no one took unless she asked for it.
    Not that these two had to do a lot of asking, for they’d already won her. But she had her ways, and she had a few desires of her own to satisfy. And, she thought, frowning briefly, she wanted a second to think about the way Asher had said ours.
    The wolves leaned against each other, as comfortable with touching one another in this shape as they’d been in their other. Playful, affectionate, and with the kind of ease only lovers developed.
    Now, now. Things had just gotten a bit more interesting. Again.
    Lainey lifted her chin and raised her eyebrow. “All right, then. That’s how it is.”
    Russ winked at her, so human an expression that it near about broke her faux-sternness. To punish him, she shook her finger at him. “Turn around, handsome. You too, Asher. I want to get a good look.”
    Asher’s laugh still sounded a bit like a bark, but Lainey was growing to love the sound. Her body found it favorable too, the shiver the sound produced hardening her nipples and bringing fresh liquid heat to her cunt.
    Asher stopped laughing, and quick, too. His nostrils flared. Looked like his sense of smell suffered not at all when he took on man shape. He licked his lips and took a step toward her. Stopped when Russ nudged him back and, with his face wreathed in mischief, turned around in a slow circle to show both of them what he had to offer.
    Lainey was the one to lick her lips this time. A treat? Yes indeed. No woman could fail to appreciate the sleekness of Russ’s hips and the cut of muscle, the fine trail of hair that led down to his sturdy hard-on and that cock itself… lords, he might spoil her for other men.
    If there ever were any other men, and Lainey had a suspicion there might not be.
    Suited her fine.
    Russ turned in a second circle, slower this time, giving Lainey a sideways look that told her he knew she liked what she saw. As did he. Tight ass, firm enough to bounce a gold coin off, long and sturdy legs, and supple muscles in calves and arms and chest. His hair tumbled too messily about his face, but Lainey liked it. She rubbed her nipples with the balls of her thumbs to satisfy enough of the ache to keep going.
    “Asher,” she said, giving him a pointed nod. “You too, gorgeous.”
    Asher’s grin was lazier and more satisfied. No, not satisfied. Well pleased.
    “Conceited?” Lainey said, to poke at him and see how he’d take it.
    Asher shrugged easily. He spread his arms and turned in a circle, but too fast for Lainey to enjoy the view. Another circle, one that brought him closer, and, by the end of his third circuit Lainey had only gotten a few glimpses of sleek skin and a cock that would make anyone’s mouth water. That didn’t so much matter, for at the end of that third circuit Asher had Lainey in his arms.
    He moved with the confidence of the best lovers she’d ever had, but the way he held Lainey was so much better than any of them had ever managed. Confident, sure of himself, and sure of her -- but with a certain reverence and a wholehearted appreciation that only the likes of a wolf, with his simple desires, could manage.
    Asher’s arms were long enough to encircle her waist and to rest his hands at the small of her back. His fine, fine cock, long and sturdy, rubbed against her belly. Not where she wanted it. Looked like her tall wolf was too tall by half.
    Lainey frowned. Asher kissed the side of her mouth and licked beneath her ear, rubbing their cheeks together as he went. Surprising her with its tenderness, especially considering how stiff he was sliding so close but not close enough to her nether regions.
    They were