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didn’t know
quite how to be a proper human man. He moved fearlessly . His
hard fingers slipped down her belly and into the soft crevice
between her thighs. She was suddenly afraid again and she made a
small and unwilling noise. Suddenly she felt another pair of hands
on her sides, and then hot lips were pressed to her nipple. A
wickedly dexterous tongue curled around it, and she couldn’t help
but let out a slight moan.
    When she peered down she saw that Raka too
had taken human form. He was a slight young man with pale hair that
gleamed in the dark. His body was muscled too, but not like Fyor's
hard bulk. More like the body of the hounds her father kept – lean
and strong. And his tongue was sweet and sure and he worked her
whole body, while he made a whine of deep need in the back of his
throat. The two wolves were touching her everywhere they could
reach, ravaging every inch of skin with teasing lips, sharp raking
teeth, hard hands. She was moaning and writhing beneath them soon
with a lust she had never dreamed of in her own self-pleasuring.
Was this what it was to know a man’s touch?
    No… the heat of the gods’ skin, the bright
glow of their eyes, this was beyond any man. One of Fyor’s strong
fingers had parted the lips of her sex, making her yelp and squirm
away. But his other hand on her shoulder pinned her down as easily
as if she were a pup, and the finger stroked slowly, roving, and
she realized suddenly that she was wet. Very wet. His finger
drew out her own slickness and spread it over her thighs, and
dipped just slightly into the hot, liquid well of her sex. Hot
flushes raced over her. She could see the two wolves’ manhood’s
standing tall and hard in the moonlight, quivering with wanting. Where is Volk?
    The other wolf, her wolf, as she had
started to think of him, was standing to the side. His teeth were
bared and he looked at the three twined together on the sheepskin
with a crazed fire burning in his eyes. Yet he held back, for some
reason.
    Raka’s hands pressed her thighs hard apart.
He was rougher than Fyor, forgetting himself in his wildness. His
lips closed over her the secret juncture of her thighs and his
tongue squirmed deep inside her. She screamed then, as he lapped
wildly at her sex. Each time his tongue passed her sensitive nub it
shot a lightning-bolt of pure pleasure up her spine, and made her
howl. He growled into her slit, enjoying the noise she was making.
She could tell he was pleased with her reactions, the way she cried
out when he pinched her nipples, and raked her sides with clawed
hands. Fyor had settled to pinning her down, licking and touching
the top half of her body. She enjoyed the feeling of her soft
breasts cupped in those warm, rough hand as he played with them.
His other hand pinned crushed her down and held her steady for
Raka’s ravaging tongue.
    She was moaning now, and her hips bucked
against his eager mouth and he flicked her sensitive bud with his
tongue. How did a Wolf God learn to pleasure a woman like this? She
didn’t care, she seemed to be drowning in a hot well of ecstasy,
and all that mattered were the bodies pressed against her, the hot
skin dripping sweat even in the ice cold of the mountain air. Raka
teased her nether lips between his sharp teeth, and she yelped and
writhed. This seemed to excite him, and he bit down too hard,
drawing a flush of pain through her till she screamed.
    Volk crashed into him with a snarl that was
not even slightly human, and his teeth were like bright needles in
the moonlight as he snapped at Raka’s throat and pinned him to the
ground.
    “Show some respect to our mate, whelp!” his
fist collided with Raka’s ribs and the smaller man made a whine
like a kicked puppy. Fyor chuckled slightly, not even stopping his
caressing of her body. His fingers dove into her where Raka had
left off, and he stroked her, cradling her body and sliding his
hand in and out of that virgin sex, keeping her wet and on the
brink with