forth, he and Meggie went, keeping the panther turning.
The game ended when Tynan achieved the win—Donal’s tail.
“His face!” Margery was laughing so hard, her sides hurt. By the Mother, she could barely breathe, and if she giggled harder, she’d wet herself. She crossed her legs, almost fell, and giggled harder.
Whoever said cats didn’t show emotions? When Tynan nipped Donal’s tail, the panther’s eyes had gone wide, then his ears went back, and his eyes slitted.
But before the cat could do anything, Tynan shifted to human and dropped down beside Margery, laughing his ass off.
Trawsfurring, Donal scowled, hands on hips. “Brawd, you’re going to pay for that one.”
Oh, no. Was Donal really angry? Remembering Ailill Ridge when minor altercations turned into bloody fang-fests, Margery jumped to her feet.
But Tynan was still snickering, obviously unworried.
Donal was grinning as he sat down. He patted the grass between them. “Relax, sweetling. It’s a game.”
Relieved, she did just that, the grass cold on her bare buttocks and legs.
“You’ve never played shifter games, have you?” Tynan guessed. The breeze brought her his scent, so very masculine and tempting. When she didn’t answer, he cupped her cheek with his thumb under her chin. His blue eyes held hers. Patient. Determined.
“No.” Her voice came out husky because his touch and scent brought back all the desire of the night. How his lips felt, his hands, the way he’d filled her.
“Mmm.” Donal’s resonant voice held a cat’s purr as he picked up her hand, kissing her palm, then her wrist, sending goosebumps up her arm.
And she knew he’d caught the fragrance of her desire.
A smile flickered over Tynan’s lips before his thumb lifted her chin so he could take her mouth. His mouth was firm, his kiss so thorough that warmth rushed through her.
A hand between her breasts pushed her backward, and an arm behind her shoulders eased her down onto the grass. “We wanted to do this last night, but I got called away,” Donal murmured. “Unfortunately, we’re too close to town here to do more than hands-on play.”
“Hands-on is good, though,” Tynan agreed. His grin flashed. “So is tongue.”
Donal’s mouth covered her breast—and Tynan moved down. His lips teased her other breast.
So many sensations. A mouth on each breast. When both males began sucking, her back arched at the exquisite pleasure.
Donal’s hand slid down between her legs, and she gasped as his fingers slid over her clit, teasing her right into need.
Tynan lifted his head to study her expression for a second.
“More.” She slid a hand behind his neck and pulled him back down. The low rumble of his laugh and Donal’s deep chuckle were as heady as they had been the night before.
Donal’s tongue circled one nipple, then she felt Tynan’s teeth on the other with a gentle tugging, then sucking.
The sound of approaching people broke into the quiet. Both males lifted their heads.
“I was afraid of this. They’re coming up the trail,” Donal said. “Maybe a few minutes away.”
Tynan paused. Sighed. “They’re probably shifters, but we can’t be sure.”
And three naked people would cause comment.
“Donal, head out to the left.” Tynan pointed. “Meggie and I will meet you on the trail farther down.”
Margery rolled over and shifted. Even as Donal disappeared into the underbrush, she followed Tynan down an almost hidden deer trail.
Just a couple of wolves running about. Nothing to see here. No indeed.
She gave an annoyed growl. The hum of need still reverberated in her body. Everything inside her wanted to shift back and drag them into the bushes to finish what they’d started.
As if to complete her frustration, it started to rain halfway home.
Back at the garden shed, Donal shivered. Cat-scat, but the rain had been like ice. He gave a frustrated huff as he dragged his jeans up over his still-damp legs. “It’s been a while since I experienced what happens to an erection in a cold shower. Did the trick quite effectively.”
Margery made a choking sound.
Tynan grinned. “Apparently, she’s shy about mating jokes.”
“About anything to do with mating, I’d say.” Taking advantage of the way she’d gotten stuck trying to pull her shirt over her head, he fondled her breasts. “You have the prettiest breasts, sweetling.”
The shed let in little light, but he could smell the sudden bloom of interest.
She huffed at him. “My littermate is here. You stop that.”
“Ah, true enough.” Regretfully, Donal dropped his hands, already missing the feel of the soft flesh. After helping her adjust her shirt, he planted an apologetic kiss on her lips. “Forgive