she muttered, then simply laughed in a way that told him she wasn’t worried. She trusted him.
From the wary survivor, it was a compliment he’d cherish.
Smiling, he dried her legs, rubbing briskly until her skin flushed pink. Soft, smooth, pretty skin. Although the faint white scars still pissed him off. At least, he knew the ones who’d hurt her were dead.
He ran his hand over her calf and down to the wet jeans. “Brawd, lift her up?”
“I can do that.” Tynan, already naked and dry, scooped her up into his arms.
She squeaked in surprise.
“You sound like a flower fairy that landed on a thorn.” Laughing, Donal pulled the jeans over her feet and off.
Her eyes narrowed at Donal. “I’m going to bribe Ben to yank you into his arms and see what you sound like.”
“Ben?” Tynan burst out laughing. “That’d do it.”
The grizzly cahir could lift anyone without breaking a sweat. “You’re certainly a mean one.” In revenge, Donal scraped his fingernail down the sole of her foot and won himself another amusing squeak…before she kicked him.
“Aye, she has a vicious streak.” Tynan grinned.
“I rather like the ones with dispositions like badgers,” Donal noted.
Margery’s appalled expression was what he’d been hoping for. By the Gods, she was fun to play with.
He waved toward the fire. “Go warm her up and see if her temper doesn’t settle. I’m sure she’s only like this because she’s cold.”
Her narrow-eyed frown promised an undoubtedly amusing retribution. Not that he’d worry. She was a wolf, not a cat.
Shifting her in his arms, Tynan kissed her into smiles, before laying her down on the big soft blanket pile.
“Oh, the blankets are warm.” Her husky sigh pleased him…and roused his dick.
As Tynan lay down beside her, Donal stripped his own clothes off and settled on the blankets on her other side.
Her eyes were wide as she stared first at Tynan and then at him. “I…uh…noticed you didn’t give me any clothing.”
“Guess we’re getting as forgetful as elders.” Tynan ran his knuckles over her cheek and down her neck.
“We’ll find you some clothing…eventually.” Catching the scent of her growing interest, Donal cupped the breast closest to him—and ran his thumb around the bunched nipple, exploring the tiny nubs around the peak. Breasts were so fascinating.
Tynan grinned, then did the same.
Margery flushed an appealing pink. “I… This isn’t right.”
Felt right to him. Under his palm, he could feel the way her heart rate accelerated. “What isn’t right, sweetheart?” He tugged at the nipple, smiling at her sharp inhalation.
“Where can I touch?” Brow creased, she lifted her hands in the air. “I…don’t know what to do.”
Why wouldn’t she… His eyes narrowed. “That’s right. You’ve only mated at Gatherings.”
She nodded.
During full moon Gatherings, a female’s heat drove the interactions—and didn’t allow for mutual exploration. Unless very experienced and determined, males simply mounted and satisfied the female. “Hmm.”
“I’d say it’s time to widen your experience.” Smiling, Tynan winked at Donal, returning to the patterns they’d worked out years before as young males. “Donal, lie on your back.”
“I can do that.” Donal rolled.
Hands around Margery’s waist, Tynan lifted her and…
Set her on top of Donal. Her warmth came down right on his erection, and the need to be inside her roared through him. He ran his hands over her hips, seeing arousal light her eyes. “You feel good, Margery.”
She smiled down at him and grasped his forearms as if needing the connection.
“All right, little wolf, it’s lesson time,” Tynan murmured. “Explore his body with your hands, with your lips and tongue.”
“Ohhh.” The breathy word sounded as if she’d been given the best present.
“Donal, keep your hands behind your head. No touching.”
“Well, fuck.”
Margery sputtered a laugh at Donal’s curse.
Grumbling under his breath—because he wanted to run his hands over all that soft skin—he put his hands behind his head.
A second later, she leaned forward, kissed him slowly, and started nibbling, kissing, and licking her way down his body.
Little sharp teeth, soft lips. Hot, wet tongue. Over his neck, down his chest. Around his nipples. And down…
By the Gods, he might not survive her first lesson.
This didn’t make sense, Margery thought, as she stroked Donal’s ridged abdominal muscles, then over his rigid shaft. Although neither male was touching her, she was wet and increasingly excited. Her skin felt as heated as if she’d been sitting in the sun.
By the Mother, she wanted them. Both of them.
She wiggled downward on Donal’s body.
“Here you go, sweetheart.” He obligingly spread his legs so she could kneel between his