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AboutThatApron

You can tellwhen theheat is about to end, if youknowwhat to look for.Keithsawitnow,onNatani’sface,ashewasgrindingintothewolf,deep,strivingtogivehimjustthatlittlebitmore.Thewolf’sarmshadfallenaway,hishandsnowclutchingatthesheets,maybetospareKeith’sbackfromhisclaws,maybe justbecause thatwashow thepleasurewas takinghim,buthis legs were still wrapped around Keith, pulling him in, asking,demanding,sotight itwashardforKeithtokeepmovinghiships.Nataniwasmoaningandpanting, tensingaroundhiminanerraticrhythm,rightonthebrinkoflosingallcontrol,hisheatadamthatwasabouttobreak.

Hewasso,sobeautiful.Keith dug his toes into the mattress, anything for just a bit more

leverage, andpushed, hips shifting against hips, everything lining up justright—thengrunted,armfalteringanddroppinghimdowntooneelbowasNatanisqueezedaroundhisachingmember, thewolf’s legsgrabbingevenharder asNatani tensedwith his peak, hismoans building into almost ahowl.Keithrestedonhiselbowbutkeptbuckinghiships,strainingfortinyfitful thrusts evenas thewolf shookunder andaroundhim, andwatchedNatani’s faceashis tensionbroke first intopleasure, then into somethinggreaterthananyoldclimax;thereliefofaheatfulfilled.

Keith had seen something a lot like it on Zen’s face, some minutesearlier, after that wolf had reached his own fulfillment, thrusting intoKeith’s mouth, his hand holding the basitin’s head still against Natani’schest.Keithhad swallowedaround thewolf asZenhad reachedhispeak,knotthrobbing,sohotagainsthislips,butthewolfhadrundry.He’dpulledout,withthatsamelookofimmensereliefonhisface,andallhe’dhadleftinhimwasonegentletouchonKeith’searsbeforehe’dtoppledover,asleepbeforeheevenhitthemattress.

Natani’s legs fell away from around Keith, the wolf going lax, done.Natani smiledwarmlyathim,andKeithcould feel thewolf’shandonhisears, making his heart leap. His work done, Keith let himself finish onemore time, just a matter of taking a few longer thrusts before he too

tumbledofftheedge,collapsingontopofNatani,hishipsjerkingfeeblyasthe orgasmwashedoverhim,his balls clenching, uselessly, trying to givethewolfmoreofwhathe’dalreadytakenallof.

Itwasdone.Ninedays.Orwasitten?Hedidn’thavethestrengthtofurrowhisbrow,justthen.

But itmight have been ten. Either way, the wolves sharing the heat hadmadeitlastlonger.

Hedidn’tmind.Therewasnopartofhimthatwasn’tsore,but…Hereallydidn’tmind.Keith wriggled under Natani’s hand on his ears, nuzzling more

comfortably into his breasts and drawing a chuckle and some heavierpetting from the wolf. Keith relaxed, letting his weight settle on Natani,luxuriating in his warmth, melting into it. He could feel the wolf’sbreathing,hisveryheartbeat,almostasifitwashisown.KeithreachedoutwithahandandlookedforZen,findingthewolf’sthigh.HedughisfingersintoZen’sfur,alsorelishinginthatsmallpatchofwarmthandcontact.Hewouldratherhavebeenbetweenthewolves,but therewasnowayhewasmoving.Andbesides…

Keith slid his other hand upNatani’s side, tucking it under thewolf’supperarm.

Hefithere.Itdidn’ttakelongforNatani’shandonhisearstostill,andKeithcould

feelthechangeinthewolf’sbreathingasheslippedawaytosleep.Keithletoutalong,happysigh.HecouldfeelhimselfstarttogosoftinsideNatani,andmanagedatiredchuckle.Thewolveswouldn’thavebelievedthat.Theyalwayslikedtosaythathewasinsatiable.

And that… wasn’t entirely untrue. If Natani hadn’t been done, Keithwouldn’thavebeeneither. IfNataniorZenneededhim,hewouldalwaysanswer.

Always.Natani startedsnoring,andKeith laughedquietly tohimself.Heknew

thatevenwiththatruckus,hecouldhavedozedoffonthewolf’schest.He’dhadplentyofpractice.Butnaturewasbeginningtocall,andthesoonerhe

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took care of that, the sooner he could get back, and all of them morecomfortable for a longer rest.Last fall,Natanihad slept for anentiredayaftertheyweredone,andKeithratherfeltlikehewantedtotrythathimself.

Withsometrouble,herousedhisbody,andgentlyshookoffthewolf’shand.Therewasaverywet sensationashepulledoutofNatani, into thecoolerairoftheroom,andafreshstrainofthewolf’sheat-scentreachedhisnose.

Evennow,itmadeKeith’smindwanttocloudover,andhehadtostophimself from nuzzling his way right down to the source, settling in, andlosinghimselfintenderworship,tongueagainstlips,plying,drinkingdeepallthathecouldcoaxfromthewolf.

Hefelthimselfstirring,andshookhishead,rueful.Maybehereallywasinsatiable.Butheforcedthethoughtsoutofhismindandclamberedoffthebed,thentookamomenttolookdownatthesleepingwolves.Bothlookedeasy,happy,content,andKeith’sheartsangatthesight.

Hedidn’tbotherdressing.Hehadn’twornanythingsincethatfirstdayback,whenhe’dundressedforthebath.Forallheknewthoseclotheswerestillthere,thoughprobablyeitherZenorNatanihadputthemaway.Duringtheheat,thewolveshadtakencareofeverythingelse,andKeithhadtakencare of the wolves, dedicating all of his time to them as they’d madethemselves available, one or the other or both, in this or that body, untilhe’dalmostlosttrackofwhichwolfwaswhich.

Hethoughtmaybethewolveshadaswell,afewtimes.After he’d relievedhimself,Keith’s body filed its nextmost significant

complaint,andhedecidedhe’dbettergetalittlesomethingtoeatfirstifhewasgoingtotryhibernating.Thewolveshadkepthimwellfedforthemostpart, but right toward the end things had gotten a little… wild, as themarathonhadturnedintoafinalsprint,andallthesmallernecessitieshadfallenbythewayside.

Probablyagoodideatorehydrate,too.Hewaspokingthroughthekitchen,tryingtodecidewhattoeat,when

somethingcaughthiseye;acornerofpink,pokingoutfromunderthebigbrownapronhangingtopmostonthepeg.

Oh.Right.He’dforgotten…

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Keithintendedtojustshiftthefirstapronoutoftheway,butwhenhehaditsweightinhishand,andcaughtitsscent—NataniandZenboth—hedecidedtotryitoninstead.Itreallywaswolf-sized.Hehadtostandonhistiptoestokeepthefrontfromslidingoffhisanklesandontotheground.

Keith shook his head, smiling, and replaced it on the peg, taking thepinkoneinstead,holdingitupandlookingatit.

Thefrillsweremaybeabitmuch.But…Keithslippediton,andtiedtheapronstringsbehindhimself.Itfitperfectly.Andithadcaughtsomeofthewolves’scents,fromtheotherapron.Nomirror inthekitchen…Keithpaddedouttothefull-bodymirror in

thehall,andlookedathimself.Hedidblush.Buthealsoknewthathewantedthewolvestoseehimlikethat,blush

andall.Wantedthereactions.Wantedthelove.Maybeheshouldbringthembreakfastinbedtomorrow?Hmm…no.Or,

heshould, ifhewokeup first,butnotwearing theapron.Orat least,notwearingjusttheapron.Thatdidn’tquitefeelliketherightuseforit…

Still turning the ideas over in his mind mind, Keith returned to thekitchen and went through the pantry, collecting various fruit andvegetables,and—indeferencetothewolves—somestripsofjerky.Hesmiledtohimself,andshookhishead.They’dbescandalizedifheatenomeat.

He didn’t bother setting himself a place and just ate at the counter,cuttingthisorthatandpoppingit intohismouth,hummingtohimself.Itwasanicekitchen.Hecouldseehimselfspendingalotoftimethere.Andatthehouseingeneral.Italreadyfeltlikehome.Andtohaveaplacethatwasjustforthem,outofdanger…foramomenthefeltnothingbutgratitude,nomatterhowithadcomeabout.

Heheardamomentousyawnfromthehallway,andturnedhisheadjustintimetoseeZenemerge.

“Keith?Areyou…”Keithcouldseethewolftakehimin,runninghiseyesupanddown,the

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sleepiness on his face slowly givingway to a very complimentary look ofhazylust.

Oh.Right.Hewasstillwearing theapron.Andnothingbut theapron.GivingZenathree-quartersviewofhisrump.

Therewasthatblushagain,quicklyfollowedbyhisowngrowingsenseofexcitementashewatchedZen’sreaction.Thewolfwasfullynaked,andthere was no question that—even after all the earlier mayhem—he likedwhat he saw. Keith felt a thrill that he would still react so strongly, andbecame aware that his body was reacting to Zen’s reaction, the apronsuddenlyfeelingalittlesnugatthefront.Keithpushedtheknifehe’dbeenholdingasafedistanceaway,thenhalf-turned,showingZenhissideprofile.Temptingthewolf.

And the wolf responded, not saying a word as he closed the distancebetweenthem,turningKeithtofacehim,pushinghimagainstthecounter,kissinghimwithaslow,lazysortofheat.Soitwasn’tasifhe’dforgottenhisexhaustion…Keithansweredinthesamevein,happyforsomethingslowerthanthefrenzyofthepreviousdays.But if thewolfwasslow,hewasalsoheavy.Implacable.Inevitable.Keith’sheartbeatfasteratwhatthekisswastellinghim, andnot just thekiss; thewolfwas fullyhardnow, andKeithcouldfeeltheheatofhiserection,feeltheweightofitagainsthisstomach,nothingbuttheapronbetweenthem.HisowndickwasrubbingagainstthebaseofZen’s,slidingagainsttheknotstartingtoformthere.

Andthiswasn’tbecauseoftheheat.Thiswasjustforhim.ZenturnedKeitharound,andhefeltthewolf’shandsroamingdownthe

sidesoftheaprontohiships.ZenpulledKeithagainsthimself,theheatofhis hardness against the base of Keith’s tail making his spine tingle inanticipation.Keithpushedbackwithhiships,rubbingagainstZen,spacinghimselfawayfromthecounteronlytoleandownagainstit,lookingbackatthewolfashebentover,archinghisbackandpushinghisasshigher,tryingtokissthewolf’sknotwithhispucker.

HeratherthoughtZenlikedit.ThewolfpulledonKeith’shipstogrindagainsthim,makinghimgoup

ontiptoes,andKeithshiveredashefeltthathottouchoffleshonflesh,histailtwitchingagainstZen’sshaft,thewolfthrobbinginresponse.

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Zensighed,andsomeofhisexhaustionshonethrough.“Damnlubeisinthebedroom.”

“Trywithout.”Itwasthatkindofmoment.“Yousure?”Keithloweredhishead,leaninghischeekonhishandsonthecounter,

stilllookingbackatZen.Hisheartwasflutteringinhischest,andheletitshow.“Justgoslow.”

“Slowitis.”ZenletKeith’shipsdown,andhesettledhisstancesohecouldtryand

relax.Thewolfpulledaway,oneofhishandsleavingKeith’ships,andKeithbarelyhadtimetomiss theheatofZen’sknotbefore itwasreplacedwiththeheatofhistip,slowlyplyingintoKeith,teasingitswayintotheringofhispucker.Keithfelthimselfgive,andwelcomedit,thatfamiliarfeelingofbeing spread—of beginning to be filled—making his dick jump inanticipation.

ZengothistipfirmlylodgedunderKeith’stail,butthenhisslowthrustcametoatightstop,eachinchonlyaddingtothefriction.Itdidn’texactlyfeel dry, but therewas aworld of difference from a proper lube job, andKeithsuddenlyfeltveryawareagainthatthewolfwasalottotake.Zenjustheld,notpushingwithhishipsatall,buthishandwasathisdick,slowlyshiftingit fromsidetoside,tryingtoworkitdeeperin.Keithfeltathrob,and somemore slickness, and squeezed on the wolf’s tip, trying to coaxmorepreoutofhim.Zenhuffed,andKeithdiditagain.

Maybe it worked, or maybe it was just in Keith’s head, but when herelaxed again Zen slid a little deeper, making Keith’s dick give anotherinvoluntarylittlejumpintheapron,somepreofhisownsqueezingouttomakeawetspotonthefabric.

Thewolfwasso…huge,andhot,andthrobbing.“I’mgoingtostartusingmyhips.”Keithnodded, and as thewolf began, slidingback ahair only to push

forward two, bit his lip at the sensations. But Zen was still nothing butgentle,andasimpossibleasthefeelingofthewolfinhimwas,KeithknewZenwouldneverhurthim. Itwas that trust that lethimrelaxas thewolf

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slowly, thoroughly worked himself deeper. Zen’s hands were on his hipsagain, claws pricking into his hide as the wolf worked his leverage, firstpulling back, then pushing against him, then into him, claiming anotherhard-won fraction of an inch. Keith was acutely aware of the sensations,everything becoming new again as the wolf’s heat reached deeper anddeeper,touchingalltheplaces,spreadingintohimuntilhefeltonfirewithit.

Hewasalreadytremblingbythetimehefelttheknottouchhimagain,almostassnugagainstthebaseofhistailasitwouldbeunderit,signalingthathehadtakenalltherestofZen.Thewolfleanedoverhimthen,puttinghis hands on the counter on each side ofKeith’s, andhe could feel Zen’sbreathheavyonhisneck,hisbreathingjustabitstrained.Thewolfnuzzledagainst his neck, licking, nibbling lightly with his teeth, and leaned hisweighteversoslightlyintoKeith,pressingtheknotharderagainsthimuntilhe began to yield to it, then eased off only to do it again, making Keithwhimperandmoan,hisdickjerkingintimewithZen’s,makingthewetspotontheaprongrowbigger.

Keithfeltcompletelyinthewolf’spower.Hewouldn’thavetradeditforanything.Zenpulledbacka few full inches, sendinganewwaveofpleasureand

relief through Keith… then reversed course to sink back in at that same,slow, deliberate pace, almost making Keith’s knees buckle with thatdifferent kindof relief as thewolf hiltedhimagain, knot pushing againsthimwith a hot throb for twoheartbeats.A shorter thrust, back, forward,press,makingKeith’stoessplayagainstthefloorashetriedtopushback,yearning for it. A gentle nip at his neck, bidding him still, and anotherthrust,slow,languid,heavy.

Another,thewolfgruntingashepushedin,knotspreadingKeithwiderbeforeretreating.

Onemore.And then, themoment that alwaysmade Keith’s breath catch, as the

push of the knot made it past his ring and he clamped down on it,instinctively, his tightness now pulling the wolf deeper, the knot onlyswellingmoreat thepressure, tyingthemtogether,pullingthewolf’ships

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flushagainsthisass.Keithmoanedandtwitchedand jerkedat the feeloftheknot,ofallofZeninsidehim,pulledthatmuchdeeperbyhisvicingontheknot,andallthehotfrictionofhisbodymakingpeacewiththeintruder,finding thewolf’s shape,molding to it…only for theknot togiveanotherhardthrobandgetjustalittlebitbigger,thepressuremakingKeithsquirmandgasp.

Zen was right there, his weight reassuring, the wolf’s tongue gentlylicking at Keith’s ears, soothing his whimpering. Keith wrapped his tailaroundthewolf’swaist,hookingthetipof itaroundthebaseofthewolf’sbushierone,and feltZenstartwagging slowly,anechoof the themotioncarryingthroughtotheirjoining,eventhatsmallmovementintense.

Theknothadstoppedgrowing,notquite fullyengorgedbuthuge,andKeithwastremblingwithit,drippingintotheapronastheyslowlysqueezedoneachother.

Thewolfhadn’tcomeyet,maybebecauseofhowmuchusehisbodyhadseen,ormaybebecausethey’dgonesoslow.Buthehadtobeclose.Keithsqueezedonhim,makingbothofthemjerk,andfeltawethuffagainsthisear.

Zennippedhimontheneckagain,lightly.“Behave.”Keithmadeaninquisitivesound,andthewolfmovedhishandsonthe

counter, covering Keith’s, holding them in place as Zen licked theteethmarksoutofthefuronhisneck,thenmovedbackuptohisears,thewolf’s breath hot on the wet fur there. And then that broad tongue wasagaintakinglonglicksalonghissensitiveears,strongenoughtopressthemdown,thattoomakinghimshiver.

The wolf bucked his hips, drawing a strained moan from Keith andmakinghimshift.Zen’shandstightenedonhis inresponseandthewolf’smuzzlemigratedbackdown tohisneck, teethworking throughhis fur togivehimanotherlittlelovebite,andKeithunderstood;Zenwantedtomakehimcomefirst.Andhewantedtobetheonetodoit.

Keithhadnocomplaint,andfeltlikenonewaspossibleasthewolfagainrolled his hips, shifting inside him in a way that made his whole bodyshudderandforcedanothermoanout.Thiswasnew,thewolfstillmovingwithpurposeafter theywere tied, slowly thrusting intohim,knotandall.

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NewforZentoo,ashekeptshiftinghisapproach,keepingacarefulholdonKeith’sneckwhilehishipsworked.Keith’smouthcouldbarelycloseforallthegaspinglittlemoansthewolfdrewfromhim,rockinghimonhiscock.AndeachtimeZenhithimjustright,itwouldsendajoltstraightthroughhiswholebody,makingKeith’sdicktwitchandsputterpreintotheapron.Growingtheneedinhim.

Gradually, thewolf began to push their hips forward, Keith having tosplay his toes on the floor to keep his balance against the force and thestimulation,barelyableto,hishandswantingtoscrabbleonthecounterbutZenholdingthemtight.Thewolfforcedhimforward,makinghisdickstrainagainstthefabricoftheapron,allthewhilegrindingintohim,rhythmically,rolling him on that last half or quarter inch, that same rhythm carryingstraight through to Keith’s twitches and jerks and spurts, Zen hitting histargetsquarewitheverymoveofhiships.

Keith’smoanswentbreathless,hishandsballingintofists,toesstrainingagainstthefloorashepushedagainstthewolf,evenhistailtryingtowrapharderagainstZen’swaistasthemomentcamecloserandcloserandthenwas there, Zen’s steady movements carrying him to his peak and thenthrowing him off to rare heights. Keith could do nothing to stop hiswhimpers as he came, unloading into the apron, Zen somehow havingfoundsomething tosqueezeoutofhim.Tokeep squeezingoutofhim,asthe wolf never stopped his movements, keeping control of their rhythmeventhroughKeith’sthroes,everynewthrustarrestinghisfallandmakinghim tumble anewuntil all Keith could dowas force his trembling legs tohold.

Still the wolf did not stop, not until he’d ground out the very last ofKeith’sorgasm.Howheknewwheretheendwas,Keithdidnotknow,buthe did, and finally Zen’s hips stilled, holding firm against him. The wolfrelaxedhisholdonKeith’sneck,hismuzzleonceagainmakingitswayuptohisearstogivethemsomelove.

Forafewmoments,Keithcoulddonothingbutgatherhimselfafterthestorm,untilthewellingofloveforcedhimtoovercomehisshakybody.Hefreed up up one of his hands, Zen now easily letting it go, and, heartoverflowing,lookedforthewolf’smuzzle,wantingtotouchhim,reachhim,

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respond to him. He found it, found the wolf’s cheek, rubbed him there,awkwardly,makingZenlaugh.

Thewolfgavehishandalick.“Youlikedthat,huh.”Words just weren’t enough. Keith walked his fingers up Zen’smuzzle

andthewolfplayedalong,loweringhishead,lettingKeithworkhisfingersintohisscruffandpullhimdown,hismuzzleslidingagainstKeith’snecktocomeinunderhischin,thewolflaughingagainquietlyandrubbingagainsthim.

Keithstrokedthesideofhismuzzle.“Iloveyou.”He feltoneof thewolf’shands settleonhis ears, caressing. “Loveyou

too.”Keithwasslowlystartingtofeelsteadieronhisfeet,kneesnolongerin

constantdangerofbuckling.Thewolfwasno lesshuge inhim,butKeithfelt…saturated,forthemoment.Itwaseasiertonotbeoverwhelmedbythesensations.He still shuddered a little ashewriggled andpushedbackonZen,rightinghisstance.Thewolfgaveaslowthrobinhim,andKeithgaveavery deliberate clench in answer, tugging on thewolf’s knot,making Zenhuff againsthis chin.Keith strokedhismuzzle somemore. “Howdidyounotcomeyet?”

“Ithinkit’showbeatupIam.It’samiracleIevengothard.Andthenneedingtobesocareful…”Zennudgedhimwithhismuzzle.“Andthen,Iwantedtofocusonyou.You’vebeenamazing,so…”

Keithsmiled.“Itwasn’texactlyachore,youknow.”Zenlickedhim.“Iknow.Butitwastheheatsettingthepace,and…slow

isgood,right?”“Yeah.Thatwas incredible. I just kept…”Keithdecidedhewas steady

enoughtostarteggingZenon.“Youmadememakeamessintheapron.”Andhefeltverysurethatitwasn’tgoingtobethelasttimehestained

thethingonthewrongside.Zen gave another huff,making Keith laugh. Thewolf sounded almost

wistful.“Youhavenoideahowsexyyouareinthatthing.”“Actually…Ilookedatmyselfinthemirror.”“Didyoudothetwirl?”“Maybe.”

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Zensighed.“Damn.”Keithsmiled.“I’llshowyou.”Thewolfgaveaslowthrobinhim.“You’dbetter.”Keithshiftedhishipsforward,subtlypullingontheirtie.“Iwill.Iwant

toseethatlookonyourfaceagain.”Zen shuddered, and twitched inside him, the knot pulling them tight.

“Likedthattoo,huh?”“Yeah.”“Iwasreadytosleepforaweek,butthen,thereyouwere…”Keithclenched,andtuggedwithhishipsagain,harder.“I’mstillhere.”

A huff, and the wolf’s hips jerked, pushing forward. Keith let the impactshift him, again pulling behind the knot, and thewolf groaned. “You cantug,youknow.I’mnotgoingtoletyougo.”

“Oh?”Zenpulledback,slowly,andKeithclenchedonhim,lettinghishipsget

pulledalong.Itwasenoughtotakehisbreathaway,butthewaythewolf’shuffsalmost turned intopanting toldKeithhewason the rightpath.Zenreverseddirection again, andKeithmoaned as thewolf pushed intohim,slowlycarryinghimforward,makinghimclenchandshudderandtwitch.

Whetherhe’dgonesoftatsomepoint,hedidn’tknow,buthesurewashardnow.

The wolf’s breathing was strained. “Really don’t want to let go ofmyknot,doyou?”

Keith shifted his feet, and could feel one of Zen’s legs trembling. Thewolfhadtobeveryclose.Keithhadbeenstartingtothinkofmaybegoinganotherroundhimself,buthelettheideago.ItwasZentime.

Nothingwrongwithabitofteasing,though.Heclenchedagain,makingthe wolf groan. Keith smiled. “Nope. It’s mine now. I took it fair andsquare.”

Zenlaughed,thennudgedhishipsforwardinjusttherightwaytomakeKeithsquirm.“I’m…kindahappytoletyouhaveit,though.”

Washeever!“ButifIalreadyhaveit…”Keithtuggedontheknot.“Thenyoucan’tgiveittome.AndIthinkit’sgivingittomethatyoulikethebest.”

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“Mmm…that’strue.”Thewolfstraightenedupabit,gettinghisstance,hismuzzleslidingoutfromunderKeith’schintonuzzlehisneck.Zengavehim a little lick; no teeth, just a probably-smiling reminder that he hadthem.Keithswipedathimwithanear,andthewolflaughedandcaughtit,thennibbledatthetipforamomentbeforethatcleverwolventonguefoundawaytotugonitandpull itawaysintohismuzzle,thewetheatandthegentlecaressesofZen’stonguemakingKeithshiver.

Zentuggedathimwithhiships,notsharpbutsudden,andKeithwassodistracted that he almost let thewolf escape, knot starting to spreadhimbeforeheclenched,hardashecould,makingZengroanandreleasehisear.Butthewolfdidn’tmissabeat,sinkingintohiminawaythatmadeKeith’sspine tingle and his breath catch, only to pull back again, leaving him toscrambletosqueezedownandkeephimin.Forwardagain,withsuchintentthatKeithwhimpered,hisdick twitching in theapronas thewolfpressedonhim,hishandsscrabblingonthecounterashetriedtobraceagainstthepleasure. But he was able to, if only barely, and the next time the wolfpulledback,Keithcaughthim,thenleanedhisweightforward,makingZenhuffagain,hisbreathhotagainstKeith’sneck.

Their tug of war evolved, and a rhythm emerged, their movementsmeshingastheylearnedthisnewthingtogether,Zenpullingsteadilyaway,Keith bucking against him, arresting him, pulling him back, making thewolfpant, louderand louder,hisnosepressingagainst thebaseofoneofKeith’sears.Zen’sbreathwasheavyonKeith’sneck,andthetremblinginhislegwasgettingstrongerandstronger,thepullofhishipsharder,untilfinally, with a strangled sound, Zen jerked his hips, pulling back, Keithhavingtogoontiptoesandhangonfordearlifeasthewolfthreatenedtolifthimoff theground.Zen trembled foramoment, andhisknot surged,fillingKeithevenmoreandmakinghimbitehislip.Thewolfjerkedagain,andoneofKeith’s toesactually liftedoff theground foramomentbeforefindingitagainwhenthewolf,withagreatrumblingexhalation,begantoloweragain,hisweightsettlingbackontoKeithevenashiscockgavealongthrob inside him, then another, the wolf beginning to unload. Keithsqueezed a rhythm on him in response, doing what he could to enhanceZen’s pleasure, eager to pay him back for the earlier. The wolf nuzzled

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underhischinagain,hishandscomingroundtocoverKeith’s,almostasifembracinghim.Keithsilentlynegotiatedoneofhishandsfreetostrokeatthe wolf’s muzzle instead, and he smiled as he felt Zen’s smile with hisfingers.

Zenwas still going, emptying intoKeith in slow, rolling throbs, Keithclenchingaroundeachandwonderingidlyifthewolfstillhadsomethinginhim.Healmostfeltlikethisshouldbemakinghisbellybulge.Andthewayeach wave of the wolf’s pleasure crashed against him… Keith’s breathingwasstarting topickupevenasZen’scalmed,eachofhisclenchesonZenalsomakingKeithjumpintheapron.Itwouldn’ttakemuchto—

Withahugesighandonelastthrob,Zenwentlaxagainsthim,thewolf’sweightsettlingonhimfully.

He’dwentandfallenasleep.Keithtriedtopinchhischeek.“Zen?”Noreaction.Withasighofhisown,Keithslidhishandfromthewolf’smuzzletothe

scruff at his neck, grabbing a hold to make sure he didn’t slide off.“Goddammit,Zen.”

Thewolfjustsnuffledhappilyinhissleep.Ahwell.Keith didn’t want to try pulling out with the knot fully engorged, but

once it went down a bit he should be able tomanage. And his legswereprobablygoodforanothertenorfifteenminutes.

And,well.Zenhad saidhe’dbeen ready to sleep for aweek.Thiswasmaybeabitinconvenient,but…hedidn’thatethathe’dgottenthatkindofreactionoutofthewolf.

OrthefeelofZen’sweightagainsthim.He heard steps, and then Natani’s voice from the doorway, tired and

amused.“Yeah…thatwoulddoit.”“Dowhat?”Nataniyawned.“Hecamesoharditwokemeup.Icanseewhy.”“Oh.” Keith blushed at the compliment. Zen wasn’t the only one he’d

wantedtoimpress.HecouldhearNatanimovecloser, thencrouchdown.Thewolf’shand

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traceddownthe frontof theaprontowhereKeithwas tenting it, rubbinghimthroughthestickyfabric.“Iseeyou’vebeenholdingoutonme.”

ThewarmthofhishandmadeKeith’sdickgivean involuntarybutnotunwelcomepulse,almostlikeingreeting.“Zentiedmebutdidn’tcome,sohe just kept…” Thewords trailed into a happy sigh asNatani shifted theaprontotheside,givinghimselfaccess,andKeithfeltthatwonderfulbroadtongueofhisslowlylickupthesideofhisshaft,onlytocurlaroundthetipand guide it into the wolf’s muzzle. Natani did a very thorough job ofcleaninghimup,andwasrewardedwithsomefreshpreforhistendercare.Keith’s breathing was starting to get labored again. “Natani? My kneesaren’tgoingtobeabletotakethat.”

Thewolf’smuzzlewithdrew, but not before giving him a little partingkiss.“Mm,sorry.Gotalittlecarriedaway.”

Keithlaughed.“Didyouenchantthisthingorsomething?”Natani stoodup,emerging intohis fieldofview for the first time.The

wolf lookedtiredandbeautifullydisheveled,buttherewasafamiliarglintofmischiefandlustthattoldKeithhewasn’tdone.Again.Thewolfsmiled.“No.That’sjusthowhotyouare.”Keithblushedagain,andNatanigavehimaquickkiss.“Hangon,I’mgonnagetsomebeddingtoputdown…”

Thewolfleft,thenreturnedshortlywiththesoundsofdraggingfabric.Afewmoremomentsandsomerustling,andthetaskwasapparentlydone.

“Okay.I’mgonnaguideyoudown.IthinkIshouldbeabletonudgeZenabit,too.Justdon’tfightus.”

“Okay.”Keithlefthimselftothewolves—orperhapsratherthanwolvesplural,it

was justmoreNatani thanusual. Itrequiredabitofabackwardstumble,Zen landingonhisback, supportedbyNatani, andKeith landingonZen,buttherewasnounduestrainontheirtie,soallthatwasfine.

He was very glad to be off his feet, and equal parts suspicious andexpectantthathewasonhisback.Zen’sarmswerearoundhim,pinninghisarmstohissides,andbetweenthat,hisheadbeingsnugunderZen’schin,and thewolf’s knot still verymuch holding their hips tight, hewas quiteneatlylockedintoplace.

Natani smiled down at him, andKeith could see thewolf’s eyes roam

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downtheapronthathadonceagainsettledonhis front.Heknewhewasproudlytentingit,andblushedoncemoreunderNatani’sscrutiny.

Thewolfwaslookingstraightathisgroin.“Soheknottedyoubutdidn’tcome,huh?”

“Yeah.”Natani lookedhimintheface,thoughtful.“Hmm…I’llhavetotrythat

sometimesoon.”Keithdidn’t have to say that he’d verymuch like that; thewolfwould

knowjustfromlookingathim.Natanishookhishead,smiling.“Insatiable.”Maybeitwaskindahardtoargueotherwise,justthen.“So,whatshouldIdowithyounow…”ButNatani didn’twait for any kind of response, instead getting down

between Zen’s—and Keith’s—legs, spreading them a little wider to makeroomforhimself,theshiftingoftheirhipsagainsteachothersendinganewjoltthroughKeith.AnditwasclearlythatsortofthingthatNatanihadinmind. He took hold of both of Keith’s ankles, and pushed his knees up,makinghimshiverasheshiftedaroundtheknot.

ItfeltbarelysmallerthanwhenZenhadcome.NatanibroughtbothofKeith’s feettohismuzzle,andgaveeachofhis

padsakiss,lookingatKeithfromoverhistoes.Keithlookedback,transfixed,hopelesslyaroused,andthenmore,asthe

wolfslowlystartedtolickathim,broadtongueslatheringandcaressinghispads,makinghimshiverandsplayhistoes,onlyforthewolftogivethemsomeloveaswell,allthewhilelookingathim,smiling.ThesmallnudgesofNatani’shandsandmuzzlewerecausingKeithtoshiftagainstZen,andallthesensations,alltheattentionwasmakinghimstaintheapronsomemorein fitful little spurts, the pre making the fabric stick to him, the excessdrippingdownhisshaftontohisstomach.

“Natani…”He couldn’t have put words to what he yearned for, but the wolf

understood, letting Keith’s feet go and fall past himself, then once againshifting the apron out of the way. Natani leaned down, dropping out ofKeith’sviewbutverythereinhissensations,firstthehotbreathonhissack,

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thenthatwonderfultongue,pushinghimaroundforamoment,bringinganewspurtofpre,thenclimbing,collectingit,muzzleonceagainenvelopinghim, this time fully, until he could feel Natani’s nose press against hisstomachandthewolf’stongueworkhimallaround.

“N-Natani…!”Thewolf’smuzzleslowlywithdrew,withgentlesuction,untilonlythetip

wasinhismouth,holdingthereuntilKeithsqueezedoutyetanotherdollopof pre for him. Natani’smouth left himwith a pop, and the wolf leanedforwardoverhim,swallowingandlickinghislips.

Natani kissed him, gentle, then drew higher and raised his hips up,straddlingKeith,theoddheightseeminglynotphasinghimatall.Assoonas he got himself situated, he plunged straight down, sinking ontoKeith,trappinghimbetweenthesensationofhimselfinNataniandZeninhim.

Keithmoaned,thenbithislipasNatani’sweightborehimdownonZen,makinghimclencharoundtheknot.Natanileanedforwardtolookdownathim,hishairfallingonKeith’schest,andchurnedhiships,causingthemalltoshift.Once.Twice.Threetimes.

Itwasfarfromthefirsttimehe’dbeensqueezedbetweenthewolves,butithadneverbeenlikethis,beingriddenwiththeknotinhim.Itwasfar,fartoomuch,andyetnotenough.Keithstruggled togethishands free, thenreached up to wrap his arms around Natani’s neck and pull him down,pleadingforakiss.

Natani obliged, never stopping his hips, and Keith tensed, clenchinguncontrollably aroundZen, pulling thatwolf deeper, pushing him deeperintotheother,hisballschurningtostillfindsomethingtogiveashespenthimselfoncemorebetweenhisloves.

Natani’smuzzlenever lefthis,butdistantlyKeith could feel thewolf’shandbetweenthem,grantinghimhisownpleasure,causinghimtosqueezeharderonKeith, thebuckingofhishipssettingthembothoffagain, theirkissfitfulwiththeirraggedbreathing.

Natanislumpedontopofhim,stillsupportinghimselfwithhisarmsbutletting hismuzzle slide past Keith’s, resting for amoment before comingbackuptorubagainstKeith,cheektocheek.Afewmoremomentspassed,bothof themcatching theirbreaths, theexhaustionstarting tocatchback

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up with Keith in a very big way. With apparent effort, Natani heavedhimselfupandoffhim,gettingonelegovertoleavethestraddle.ThewolflookedastiredasKeithfelt.

Andashappy.Nataniyawnedwide,thensmiledathimwarmlybeforetippinghimand

Zenontheirsides.NatanigaveKeithakiss,thensettleddownnexttohim,onehandmakingapillow forhimself, theother going toKeith’s topmostear,givinghimafewgentlescratchesatthebasebeforestartingtorubhim.KeithtouchedNatani’smuzzleinresponse,thumbrubbingthewolf’scheek,and they just looked at each other for a while, small touches and slowblinks.Zenmutteredsomethinginhissleep,thensqueezedtighteraroundKeithforamoment,andNatanismiled.

Natani gave him another kiss, then nuzzled against the top of Keith’smuzzle,thewolf’seyesslidingclosedasNatanilethistirednessclaimhim.Keithstayedawakeawhilelonger,listeningtothewolf’sbreathingchangeanddeepentomatchZen’sathisback.

Well…itwasn’tquitewhathe’dhadinmind,buthewasbetweenthemnow.

Keithwondered if he should try towriggle out of the apronbeforeheslept.Whoknewwhatmighthappenifthewolveswokeupfirst,andfoundhimstillwearingit?

He left it on, smiling to himself, and wrapped his arm around thesleepingNatani,thewolfnuzzlingcloserinhissleep,Zenalsotighteninghishold.

Hefeltprofoundlyloved.

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Zen held perfectly still near the wall as the two basitin guardsapproacheddownthecorridor.Theywerechattingquietlywitheachother,butstillonalert,dutifullyscanningtheirsurroundingsas theymadetheirpatrol. Zen controlled his breathing, andwilled his heartbeat to calm.Aslongashewaswearing thecloak,Natani’smagicshieldedhimfromsightandscent—butnotsound,andbasitinshadverygoodhearing.

Buthewasatrainedassassin.And unlike his brother, he was actually pretty good at it. The guards

passedhimby,stillcarryingontheirconversation,andZenwonderedwhatthey were talking about. His Basitin was much too fragmentary to pieceanything together without context, but something about their bodylanguagemade him think thatmaybe theyweren’t being entirely proper.Likethewaytheir tailswerealmosttouchingastheywalked…sayingthattheyhadeachother’sbacks,forsure…andmaybejustalittlebitmore.

OrmaybespendingtimeontheislandhadleftZencompletelyunabletoseeanythingasbeinginnocent.

Still,hedidn’tthinkhewaswrong.Hewaited until the basitinswere a full thirty feet past him before he

startedmoving again.Distractedornot, itwouldn’t pay tounderestimatethoseears.

Apartfromtheguards,thecastlewascompletelyquiet.Itwasthattimeofnightwhereallthegoodbasitinswereasleep,andallthebadbasitinswerekeepingoutofsight.Andstill,eventhoughhewastakingthemostefficientroute, therewere twomore timeswhere he had no better option than toholdverystillandwaitforguardstopass.Hecouldn’thelpbutadmirehowthepatrolswerearranged.Theironlyweaknesswasthattheyweresowellon schedule that they were completely predictable, but that was hard tofaultwhenhecouldnothavegottenpastwithoutthecloak.

When he arrived at the entryway to the ante-chamber of the King’s

quarters,hestoppedforamoment,listeningintently.Therewerenopatrolsthrough here, but the General’s quarters were nearby, and while theyshouldn’thavebeenmovingabout either,Zenwasmore concernedaboutwhatwasactuallypossiblethanhowthingsweremerelysupposedtobe.Butallwasquiet,withnosignofanyoftheGeneralsortheirMessengers.

Hecrossedtheante-chambertothedoor,thentriedit,verycarefully.Itwaslocked.Therewasnosignoflightbeyond.

Hehadacopyofthekey,but…wherewasthefuninthat?Hefishedouthislock-picksandgottowork,makingquickworkofthemechanism.Withthe door unlocked, he paused again, listening. Complete silence. Heretreated from the door, checking the corridor once more. Nothing.Satisfied,hereturnedtothedoorandpulleditajar,keepinganearout incasethehingeshadbeenmeddledwith.Butthedooropenedsilently,andtwo heartbeats later he was inside. There was enough light from thecorridortoconfirmthathisroutethroughtheroomwasclear.Hepulledthedoor closed behind himself, plunging the room into nearly completedarkness.Buthedidn’tneedhisvision to lock thedooragain,or tocrosstheroomtohisdestination.

TheKing’sbedchamber.Zenopenedthedoorandsteppedinside,silently.Thisroomwas litby

moonlight,diffusethroughthecurtainsbutstillenoughforhimtoseeby.KingAdelaidewas laying on her back in the bed, her fur almost glowingsilver in thesoft light, contrastingwith thedarkersheets.Shewasalmostcompletelybare,nakedevenofheranklewrappings.Heronlycoveringwasthecornerofablanket,drapedtantalizinglyoverhergroin,drawinghiseye,almostlettinghimglimpsewhatlaybeneath.

Shewasgorgeous.Zen pulled back the hood of his cloak, forgoing his invisibility, and

approached the bed, his heart now beating faster in a way it didn’t forpassingguards.Hekepthis voice low. “Yourmajesty, awolf assassinhasinfiltratedyourbedroom.”

Adelaide opened her eyes, turning her head to look at him, instantlyamused.“Oh,no.WhatamItodo?”

Zengrinned.“Youcouldcapturehim.Findoutwhatheknows.”

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“Hmm…thatseemsprudentindeed.”Sheflowedlikewater,hersizeasalwaysbelyingherspeed.Zenhadjust

unclasped his cloak when she practically pulled him out from under it,tumbling him onto the bed, on his back where she had been a momentearlier,andherstraddlinghim,toweringoverhim,herweightonhishipsbearinghimdownagainstthefirmmattress,warmwithherbody-heat.

Hewasinstantlyhard.“So…” she leanedoverhim, graspinghiswrists andpulling themover

hishead.“Areyouheretokillme?”“Onlyalittle.Inthebestofways.”He’dhopedforalaugh,butonlygotasmile.“Well,weshallsee…”she

foundastripofclothsomewhere—maybeoneofheranklewrappings?—andtiedhiswriststogether,andthentothebed.Hecouldhaveprobablygottenoutofitwithoutmuchtrouble…butwouldn’thaveevendreamtoftrying,asshe liftedherhipsoffhim,oneofherhandsmaking itswaydown to feelhimupthroughhispants,fingersteasingathisshaft,strainingagainstthecloth, then pushing down his length to rub at his knot, quickly swellingunder her touch. “This is quite theweapon you have. I suppose I shouldtakeit.”

Sheundidhisbeltandtuggedhispantsoffhiships,freeinghiserection,thenstraddledhimagain,herlowerabdomenpressingagainsthisshaftassheleanedforward,thetouchofherfuronhimtantalizing,thewetheatofhersexagainsthisknotsomethingfarbeyondthat.Sheleanedfarther,androse,herlipstrailingtheirwayuphisshaftuntilhistipnestledagainstheropening.

Shelookedathim.“Let’sseeyougiveittome.”Zen raisedhiships, striving topushagainst thatpressure, and she let

himin,thefirsttwoinchesofhimsinkingupintohertightheatbeforeshesqueezeddownonhistip,almost forcinghimout,makinghimfalter.Zenhadhishandstiedabovehishead,hislegshamperedbythepantsaroundhisthighs,partofherweightonhim,andnoleverage,butstillhetriedtopushback.Therewas a teeteringmoment, and she relented, relaxinghermuscles to let him sink deeper, Zen almost whining with the relief. Hestartedthrustingwiththereachhehad,fromalmostslippingouttogetting

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almosthalfhis shaft in.Heyearned formore,buthishipswouldnot risehigher.Afterafewincreasinglydesperatemoments,Adelaidesqueezedonhimagain,pushinghimdown,herhipsfollowing,forcingZen’sasstotouchthemattress,holdinghimthere forabeatbyhisdick.Thensheeasedupagain, andhe shotup intoher, groaningashegotmostofhimself in,nomore than a finger’swidth between his knot and her beckoning heat.Hethrust a few times, relishing the slick tightness of her, then pushed witheverything he had, back threatening to spasm, even bracing with his tailagainstthebed,anythingtolethimselfreach…andtouchedhisknottoherwetlips.

Shesmileddownathim.“Oh,welldone…butcanyoudobetter?”Andshepusheddownwithherhipsagain,holdingherselfclosedagainst

his knot, pushing his hips down into themattress, even grinding againsthimforafewgloriousmomentsbeforesheraisedherhipsjustabit,givinghimsomeroomtoworkwith.

Zen could feel his leg twitching, and had to fight to get his breathingundercontrol.

And still she towered over him, smiling down at him, seeminglyunaffected.“Oh?Areyougivingup?”

He began thrusting again, now easily reaching, slamming his knotagainstherwitheverypushfromhiships,grindingupagainstherinturn,desperate to bury himself to the hilt in that tight, delicious warmth. Hewanted to at least achieve something, but he was too far gone, thesensationstoowonderful,andhecouldnotgiveherthepleasurehewantedto before he succumbed to his own. The orgasm came almost out ofnowhere,breakinghisrhythm.Adelaiderecognizedit,andpusheddownonhim,relaxinghermusclestonowdeliberatelytakeallofhim,thensqueezeddownonhisengorgingknot,makingZen’shipstwitchuselesslyunderherweight.

Andthensheraisedherhipsagain,pullinghimalongbytheknot.

“Youlookcutewithyourtonguelollingoutlikethat.”Zenlookedather,hisvisionstillswimming.“Gods.”

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Shesmiled.“Justme.”Hesighed,content.“Yeah.Theydon’thaveanythingonyou.”Adelaideraisedaneyebrow.“Flatteringtheopponent tomakeyourself

lookbetter?”“Notatall.There’snomakingme lookgoodafter that.Though…have

youbeenworkingout?Didyoubreakanothertoy,maybe?”“Oh?Youseemfinetome.”Zen laughed, and she grinned. She got off him, Zen groaning at the

sensation as shepulled off his still considerable knot, herwonderful heatreplaced by the cooler air. She got off the bed, standing next to it, thenleaneddownoverhisgroin,supportingherselfonherhandsoneithersideofhim to lean lower.Zenshiveredas she lookedathimsideways,andhefeltherbreathonhistendermember.

Shekissedhisknot,andhequicklyceasedtoregretthelossoftheirtieashertonguedancedaroundhisshaft,cleaninghimoff.Andthenshetookhimintohermuzzle,hertongueguidinghimpastherteeth,deeper,deeper,untilshehadhimwhole,herlipspressingagainstthefuraroundhisbaseashertonguecircledhim,tiptoknot.

Zenshivered.“Gods.”Shelookedathim,amused,thenpulledoffslowly.Shekissedhisfading

knotagain.“Notbrokenatall.”Heexhaled.“No.Justblunted.”“Well,Assassin…”Shesatdownonthebedbyhisside,thenreleasedhis

armswhilelookingathim,smiling.“Ifyourtongueismakingpromisesyourequipmentcan’tkeep, thenyourtongue isgoingtohavetomakegoodonthem.”

Zenreturnedthesmile,rubbinghisfreedwrists.“Gladly.”Hekickedoffhispants,thenbrushedpasthertogetoutofbed.Hewasalittleshakyonhisfeet.“Ifyouwouldsitback…”

Shedid, backing into the beduntil her kneesmet the edge. Zen kneltdownbetweenherlegs,hishandsgoingtoherthighs,pushingthemfartherapartasheleanedintowardhisprize.

Err,penalty.He took amoment to simply appreciate what he was about to do—to

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appreciate her—taking in the rich scents of her arousal, and theway herbody rose and fellwith her steady breathing.Her taste,mingledwith hisown,asheplacedhisfirstlonglickacrossherlips,endingwiththebriefestflickatherclit.Howthatflickwasreflectedinthepowerfulmusclesofherthighstensingagainsthishands,andinherexpressionasshewatchedhim,leaningbackagainstherarms.

Shetrulywasgorgeous.Zendovein,puttinghiswolventonguetowork,firstwithsomereserve,

thengraduallydelvingdeeperanddeeper intoher,hoping tosurpriseheranew with just how far he could reach, but still keeping just a bit back,lookingupather,weighingherpatiencebyherbreathing,andhowshewasalmosttuggingonhistongue…

Shereachedoutwithoneofherhandstograspthebackofhisheadandpull him closer, and Zen gave her all that he had, pushing his tongue inagainstherclenchingwalls, thencurling itupashardashecouldagainstthe roof of her,making her breathing catch and go hoarser, and her legstense again. Zen kept it up, and her hips jerked, a first involuntarymovementandtasteofthingstocome.Shedroppeddownonherback,thebedshiftingwithherweight.

Zenthoughtherotherhandmighthavejoinedherfirstathishead,then,butno;instead,thefirstwithdrewaswell.Soshewantedthingsathispace,then…Verywell.He kept it up, occasionally exploring elsewhere to keepthingsfresh,butalwaysreturningtoslowlygrindinghistongueagainsthersweet spot, baiting another twitch of her hips or thighs, relishing in herreactions and the way her breathing gradually grew less composed, hercalmstabilitygivingwaytobasicneed.

When he got her close enough that he was beginning to risk it, heshifted, bringing his hands up to the tops of her thighs, then bracing hiselbows inside her knees. He gave her one more little push inside, thenfinally got to work on her clit, fully stiff from all the teasing. He startedlightly,eventhatmakinghertremblemorestronglyunderhim,thencurledhis tongue around it, then pushed against it, his tongue digging into thebase…

Shebegantocome,buckingagainsthimexplosively,andheleanedallof

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hisweight forwardtotryandkeepherhipsdown,evenashiselbowsandshoulders strained with the force of her legs trying to close on him. Hemanaged both, and his tongue never stopped, pushing at her buttonthroughher throes, growingmoreandmoreerratic asher control erodedcompletelyandall thatwas leftwasactingout thepleasurehewasgivingher.

Shenevercalled‘Enough’,butitbegantofadeintime,andZenswitchedto gentler tactics, suckling on her clit for a while, then licking lower,cleaningupthemessshehadmade.Hedaredreleaseherknees,wincingatanewacheinhisshoulders,andherlegsclosedaroundhim,butnotwithforce, just coming tohis sides.Zen shifted closer and leaned forward,hishandstrailingupherbodyasheploppedhischindownonherstomach.

He was most definitely hard again, but he was also most definitelyhappytotakeabreak.Shewasahellofapartner,andhewasn’tasyoungasheusedtobe.

Though,reflectingonit,ifhewasmuchyoungerhemightnothavehadtheexperience tosurvive.Andshewouldbe younger, too… though itwashardtoimagineshehadfadedmuchfromherprime.

Adelaideletoutalong,rumblingexhalation.“Ineededthat.”“Generalsmakingtroubleagain?”Anamusedhmph.“Oneortwoinparticular.”Zensmiled.Wellthen.“Readyforroundtwo?”Hefeltoneofher legsshiftasshesnuckherfoot intohis lap,hertoes

nudging against his sack, andher ankle comingup against his semi-harderection.

Itdidn’tstaysemi-hardforverylong.“Notsobluntanymore.”Zenkissedherlowonherstomach.“You’reaninspiration.”Lowerstill,

andoncemore,hislipsgentlycomingintocontactwithherclit,histonguedartingouttosayhello,sendingatremblethroughherbody.

Adelaidegotbackuponherelbowstolookathim,raisinganeyebrow.“Gettinga‘headstart’?”

Zensnerked,thengaveheronelastkiss.“Yes.Ineedeveryadvantage.”Shelookedathim,considering.“Notevery.”

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Oh?Therewas a thread to pull there…but he hadhis gameplan.Noneedtopullityet.“Wouldyoupresent?”

“Hmm…interesting.”Shesatup,herlegspartingfromaroundhim,thenturnedaround,goingonherhandsandkneestothemiddleofthebed.Zenstood up, and she looked back at him over her shoulder, smilingmischievously.“Thisishighlyinappropriate.You’remygeneral’shusband.”

Zenscratchedatthebackofhishead.“HowaboutI’myourdaughter’sfatherinstead?That…almostmakessense.”

Shelaughed,adeep,throatychucklethatalwaysmadehimgrin.“Wherehaveyoubeenallmylife?”

Zengotonthebed,onhiskneesbehindher.“Livingandlearning.”He grasped her tail by the base, once again amazed at how he could

barely close his fingers around it. She had spread her knees when sheassumedtheposition,butherrumpwasstillalittlehighforhim,andsoheguidedher lower,untilhecould linehimselfupproperly.Shewentdownfromherhandstoherelbowsaswell,keepingherasshigherthanherhead.Good, good… Zenmanaged to lodge his tip into her with no hands, andthrust, getting halfway in, then adjusted his stance again, to better workhimselfdeeper.Sheclenchedaroundhim,notnearlyashardasshecould,morelikeinwelcome.Hethrustthroughtheslickresistance,allthewaytowhere his knot once again met her lips, and there she stopped him,squeezingtightalonghislength.

Zenletoutahappysigh.“You’reamazing.”“Flatterywon’tgetyouanywhere.”Helaughed,takinghishandfromhertailtograspherhips,digginghis

freshlybluntedclawsintoherhide,tryingtogaugethecorrectpressure.“Mmm…that’squitenice.Isthatyourgame,then?”Zensmiled.“Maybe.”He started thrusting,using the latterhalfofhis length,pullingonher

hipsashedid.Theyquicklygotintoagoodrhythm,Adelaidepushingherhips back in time with his thrusts, coming to meet him, lending moreweighttotheimpactsofhisknotagainsther.Shecouldhaveeasilymadeitharder for him, but… that was never her way. Strength was met, notavoided,andsoshelethimthatfar,onlyclenchinghardonhimashetried

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to grind his knot into her. And then clenching again on the backstroke,almostasiftomakesurehedidn’tpullout.

It was a good thing that he’d already come once. Still, he focused onenduranceasheslammedintoher,timeaftertime,willingherflamestobestokedfasterthanhis.Ifhetriedashardashecould,hecouldpushhisknotjust a little inside, nowhere near enough to enter, but enough to beginpushingupather clit fromwithin.Enough that shecouldn’t just shrug itoff,bracingharderagainstthebed,herheadslowlyloweringtoherarmsasherbreathinggrewmorelabored.

Zentriednottothinkofhisownbreathing.Justkeeptherhythmsteady,thatworkedwellforher…hefelthertailwraparoundhistorso,agoodsign,butalsoablowtohisholdingon.

Itwasadamnableinconveniencesometimesthatitwasherarousalthathefoundthemostarousingthingofall.

Hecouldn’tkeepthisupformuchlonger.Timetogoforit.Zentookhisrighthandfromherhip,pushingitforwardalongherback,

followingher spine, leaning forward to reachall theway toher shoulder.Herneck.Hedughisbluntedclawsintoherhide,lookingfortheplacehisteethwouldseekoutifhewereafootortwotaller.

“Ah…!”There! One last moment of hesitation. Zen suspected that this was

somethingthatwasbuiltdeepintobasitins,but…howwouldshetakeit?Just then, he felt her clench on him, but not like normal. It felt

involuntary,likethebeginningsofthosequakeshesolovedtoendure.Zengrabbedahold,twistinglightly,andsheletoutasoundbetweena

growlandapurr as she clenchedaroundhim,ashardas she could…butthenfaltered,forjustamoment,losingcontrolbeforeregainingit.Zenkepthisholdandleanedhisweightontoher,doinghisbesttokeepthrustingatthesametime,andslowlyherelbowssplayedfromunderher,andheboreher upper body down to themattress, pinning her there. She grew evenmoreerratic,hertailsqueezingtightaroundhistorsoasshesqueezedtightaroundhisshaft,andZenkepthammeringintoher,leaningintothatchinkin her control, his knotalmost finding purchase now, sinking thatmuchdeeperonafewofhisthrusts,sotantalizinglyclose—

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Andthenitwas in,ashiswaxmetherwane justso, andshesqueezedaround him, harder than she ever had before, locking him in, pulling hishipsagainstherssotightthathefaltered,fallingforwardontopofher.Herknees collapsed under his weight and the force of her orgasm, and theywerebothdown,Zenpushinghismuzzleagainstherback,hiseyesrollingbackwiththestrengthofhisreleaseasshemilkedhisknotlikenobodyeverhad.

“Well.Noone’severdonethattomebefore.”Zenwasstilllayingontopofher,histenderizedknotstilllodgedfirmly

insideher.Hewasn’tentirelysurethiswasn’ttheafterlife.Hewasn’tsurehow to reply, either, but felt like silence was probably appropriate. Shehadn’tsoundedupset.Notintheleast.Sohejustplacedakissonherback.

“Thatwasyourwin.Doyou…wantanything?”Zen let out a long sigh. “How about we just stay like this for a while

longer,beforethinkingaboutanyofthat?”“Verywell.”Shesoundedamused,andgaveagentlesqueezeonhimthat

drew a long, happy groan from Zen. “Are you trying to give Madelynsiblings?”

He laughed. “I don’t think that’s going to happen. I think there’ssomethingwrongwithme.”

“Oh?”“I’ve been trying to knock Keith up for years, and it’s just not

happening.”Therewas that laugh again. It felt good against his body. “And you’re

surethatit’syou,andnotKeith?”“Oh,forsure.He’sgotthosechild-bearinghipsandeverything.”Morelaughter.“Doesheknowyoutalkabouthimlikethat?”Zensmiled.“Yeah.Hekindalovesit.”“Sucha…” she let that thought trail off,whatever it hadbeen. “Where

didyougettheideatotrythat?”Histurntolaugh.“Let’sjustsaythatitwasbasedon…myobservations

aboutbasitinmatinghabits.It’snormallydonewithteeth,butyou,mylady,

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areimpossiblytall.”Sohe’d thought to try itwith claws.And it had stillworkedonKeith,

so…“So I am. It’s… a curious thought, that I should have missed out on

somethinglikethat.It’s…nothowIexpectedyoutogetme.”Meaningtherewassomeotherwayshehadbeenexpectinghimtofind.…Zenverydeliberatelygaveathrobinsideher.“I’mgoingtoneedahalf

anhourorso,but…bestofthree?”

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