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found difficulty in conceiving children with a lupine, with the exception of
his mother, who seemed to have done a good job of birthing triplets for his
father.
    A loud smack rent the air, and then another. As Max
slowly opened his eyes, he saw Jake coming, pumping his seed inside Maureen as
he smashed his palm over and over her plump right buttock.
    Max sighed, studying the pure look of ecstasy on
Maureen’s face as his brother smacked her rump until he finished. He could
never understand how some women loved this rough treatment, though he admitted
producing enough coin seemed to help.
    Max, Jake, and Simon had kept London and the surrounding
villages, safe for several years. There was far less rape, murder, and
robberies due to the mysterious appearance of three extraordinarily large
wolves, at varying times of an evening, suddenly appearing in the midst of an
occurring crime. The citizens gave no more thought as to who these wolves were,
but were grateful for their intervention in saving them.
    Someone coughed and Max looked toward the door. There
stood his brother, Simon, grinning. Triplets, the three of them were, and
close—so close they shared many things, including the same woman—frequently
simultaneously.
    Simon sauntered into the bedroom and kicked the door
shut behind him.
    Max noticed the glazed look in Maureen’s eyes, and
Jake’s chagrinned expression—all attention focused on Simon now as he casually
unbuttoned his white, long-sleeved shirt, pulling the tails out of his
breeches.
    Max and Jake were similar in appearance, both of them
very blonde and blue-eyed, as their mother. Even though they’d only been three
when they’d lost her, they remembered her well. Simon, though, resembled their
father with his bronze-colored hair, dark brown eyes, and tall, broad frame,
though he’d been nearly blonde as they had been as children. His shoulders were
enormous, as he preferred hard, physical labor and sporting activities outside
the bedroom as well as inside.
    Having chosen to follow his father’s example, Max had
become a solicitor, with an office in London. Jake, a wiz with numbers, had
been trained by their grandfather to manage the Darkwirth estates.
    Their grandfather. Max sighed, thinking how most
recently he’d become bedbound. But then, he was quite elderly and rested
peacefully in his bed upstairs in the castle, knowing his estate’s wealth had
been restored by Max and his brothers.
    Simon, the first-born of the triplets and hence the
inheritor of the Dukedom, was what Max called the ‘do-gooder’ who helped
Darkirth’s tenants in repairing their dwellings or building new ones. He also
helped them manage their crops. Simon had always enjoyed watching things grow.
    “Ah, I see I’m right on time,” he murmured, as he
chucked the shirt, his britches soon following.
    “Welcome home, Simon. You’ve been gone longer than
usual,” Max said.
    Simon shrugged. “Peter and I built a cabin for the new
tenants to the north. Couldn’thave them going into next winter living
in a mud hut, could we?”
    Jake sauntered over, naked still, and slapped Simon’s
back. “You have been busy. Now, if you gents will excuse us, Maureen and I will
retire to my room.”
    Maureen scrambled awkwardly from the bed and rushed
over to Simon. “Not right now, honey. Simon and me got some catching up to do,”
she said with a smile on her red lips.
    Simon raised his brow and jammed his hands on his
hips. “Is that a fact?” At her nod, he chuckled and stuck out his arm. “Then by
all means, let’s retire to my room.” He opened the door, swept his arm
ahead of him, indicating Maureen to proceed. With a wink to Max and Jake, he
rubbed Maureen’s saucy buttocks, and slammed the door closed behind him.
    Max sat up on the bed, grinning after the two of them,
naked as the day they were born as they left his bedroom.
    Jake grumbled as he pulled on his britches. “Damn it,
Simon does it every time, doesn’t