Wild Ones: Prowl Read Free

they’d been borrowed off some unguarded clothesline anyway.
    Yes ma’am, Lainey thought, enjoying the view. Naked suits them well.
    It would have been hardest of all to ignore the growing heat in Lainey’s belly, or the liquid warmth wetting her cunt. There were prettier words for a woman’s parts, but she’d never cared for them. Besides, “cunt” fit. This was a plain world with plain rules… and there was a certain wildness to the word that she liked.
    She expected the wolves would like it, too, once they understood the subtleties of the language.
    Still. The more Lainey watched, and the more familiar she grew with their musky, rangy scent as they followed her cart, the slicker her thighs grew. These two were a treat, and a woman who worked hard as she did had the right to play hard.
    But she wanted to play it right, so she said nothing, and didn’t look at the wolves straight on. Except, that was, for when one pounced out of the weeds and nipped a few inches away from her good steady mare. Didn’t bother the mare much; she snorted and kicked.
    Lainey took a different approach. She pulled her wagon to a halt and stared at the wheat fields where the wolf had gamboled back in. “None of that,” she said, “Or you can just go home. Understand?”
    She’d heard a quiet wolf whine, followed by a flash of white teeth. Chuckling silently to herself, she clicked her tongue to urge the wagon forward. There. They knew for sure now how far to push her.
    And they wouldn’t be put off with a sharp word; something more to like them for. They followed still, just far enough distance not to tease her mare, but to play plenty with Lainey.
    So beautiful , she thought. Wild and free and full of the same sort of boundless appreciation for a woman as Leman itself, opening its arms wide to let in the women that it treated kindly. Lovely as wolves, and breathtaking as men.
    The tips of Lainey’s breasts ached, her nipples hard, but constrained under the leather vest she wore. She didn’t mind. A little pain -- a little, on her own terms -- with her pleasure made the growing need in her cunt a pleasure and made her shiver with excitement.
    Could they smell her? Oh yes, Lainey thought, for sure they could. She saw them in man shape more and more as her arousal grew hotter than the sun. Yet she was like embers, too. Banked for now but with a little fuel, she’d burst into flame.
    When the time was right.
    It’d reached nearly full dark by the time Lainey’s cabin hove into view. Lainey lifted her eyebrow to see the wolves hanging back then, not disappointed, but plenty intrigued. Now what did those two have in mind?
    They gave her plenty enough time to consider it, too. Made her wait and wonder while she brushed and curried her mare, and secured her in the barn with a net full of wheat straw and a handful of oats to munch on. Lingered long enough to get her impatient and amused as all hell wondering what they were up to.
    Clever, clever wolves, putting the shoe on the other foot, weren’t they?
    She wasn’t surprised -- pleased, but not surprised -- to see the pair of wolves sitting at either side of the broad, shallow wooden steps that led to her front door. Guarding it like some sort of temple dogs.
    “Don’t you get cute,” she told the wolf who’d dropped two sets of clothes beside him and panted at her, muzzle open in a broad canine grin.
    His companion put one paw on the steps, and stopped right quick when Lainey shot him a stern look over her shoulder. The other whined, sounding curious, and tried his luck.
    Lainey reached the top of the steps and turned, hands on her hips but not in anger, the wide spread of her fingers displaying her curves and all ten of them pointing toward her womanhood. Tempting them even as she played the game.
    “I am not that easily won,” she told the wolves. Mostly, by now, it wasn’t true, and she knew they knew, but partly it was the truth and they needed to know she wasn’t going