sensual touch, Annie closed her eyes as her arousal blossomed. Lily left soft, sucking kisses along her inner thighs and then bathed those sensitive spots with her tongue. Moaning, Annie’s nipples ruched into tight peaks, and it was hard to catch her breath. Biting back a sob, she lay back against rock still warm from the sun. When Lily’s tongue stroked a line of fire over her labia, her entire body jerked. Arousal once blossoming now exploded.
She whimpered and ached. So long. It had been so damned long since she’d felt this perfect touch, this molten fire racing through her veins, sizzling along her skin, and stoking a climax that kept building, building higher and hotter. Lily clutched her thighs with strong, long fingers, lifting her hips, tonguing her clit. She slipped her fingers deep inside Annie’s clenching sheath, curling forward against the sensitive inner walls, until the fire raced from clit to womb and back again.
Too good. Over the top good. The damp sweep of Lily’s beautiful hair, the perfect pressure of her lips, her teasing tongue and long fingers touching and stroking. On the edge, gasping for air, Annie raised her head and glared at Lily. “What about you? I don’t want to come without you.”
“Good. Me either.” Laughing, Lily lunged out of the water as Annie quickly turned and scrambled into the thick grass beside the pool. She was so much shorter than Lily, but somehow, laughing and giggling, they made it work with Annie on her back in the soft but chilly grass while Lily knelt above her, caging her in warm arms and strong legs.
The grass warmed quickly beneath her body. Annie sighed. This was something familiar. Comfortable, this touch and taste between women. Between herself and someone she’d known so well, so long. She used her tongue and her fingers, teeth, and lips to nibble and suck, to penetrate and caress.
Lily responded, her senses obviously as tightly wound as Annie’s, and she whimpered when Annie clasped her sensitive clit between her lips and used her tongue and even her teeth to tease the sensitive bud.
Yet even as the pleasure between them grew, Annie wondered vaguely when Alex would return. If he would return. Then Lily was touching and tasting, quickly bringing her back to her peak, and Annie lost herself in taking and giving pleasure with one of her dearest friends.
Even dearer, now that she knew Lily held no claim to Alex.
Opening her thoughts, she found Lily waiting to connect. Mind to mind, she promised. I’m never leaving again, Lily. Whether or not Alex loves me, I’m not walking away from the pack.
Good. The pack needs you. Your mom and dad have missed you. I’ve missed you.
She answered Lily with laughter. I’ve missed this! She felt the swipe of Lily’s tongue running from her butt to her clit, swirling a tight circle around that sensitive nub. Whimpering, Annie arched closer to Lily’s mouth. And dear goddess, Lily, but you do this so well.
Gasping, hanging on to Lily’s slim hips, Annie opened to the boiling need, the familiar sense of overwhelming arousal and soul-deep yearning that was both the blessing and the curse of shifting, of running as the wolf. She’d forgotten what it was like to satisfy that need with one of her own kind.
With someone she loved. And with that thought in mind, with Lily’s taste on her lips and tongue, Annie gave in to the rush, the heat, the amazing climax she shared with Lily Cheval.
Lily had sensed Alex’s presence just before she and Annie reached their shared peak, and she’d wondered what his reaction would be.
He’d done nothing. No, he’d just stood there beside the pond, not five feet away from them, his ears forward, eyes bright, holding a freshly killed rabbit in his mouth. Now he sat motionless, still holding the rabbit, still watching Annie, his amber eyes glittering in the last shimmering rays of moonlight as it passed behind the mountain.
Substitute that damned dead rabbit with a duck or pheasant, add a shotgun next to his feet, and he’d look like one of those old paintings: faithful hunting dog bringing in the kill.
She wouldn’t laugh. She couldn’t. Not when she could sense how deeply Alex had been affected by Annie. She had the distinct feeling he hadn’t expected this at all.
Lily touched Annie’s shoulder and nodded in Alex’s direction, heard the catch in Annie’s breath, and realized she’d been totally unaware of his presence. As far as Alex was