Page 106 of Pack Baby for the Silver Foxes

She didn’t flinch. She touched my cheek, awkwardly tender. “He was part of your life before I was.”

“That doesn’t make what he did to you acceptable. Or this simple.”

“But it doesn’t make you wrong,” she said. Her hand stayed on my face. “Or me,” she added, quieter.

I kissed her palm. “No,” I said. “Not you.”

Lincoln’s voice came rough. “Never you.”

Mary breathed in, then nodded as if she was choosing to believe us for one night.

One night was enough to start.

I lay back against the pillows and pulled her to me. She came willingly, knees on either side of my hips, hands braced on my chest. Lincoln moved behind her, broad and warm, kissing along her shoulder while I stroked my hands down her thighs.

She looked down at me. “This feels very organized.”

“Would you prefer chaos?”

“Historically, I seem to choose it.”

“Not tonight.”

Her mouth softened.

“No,” she said. “Not tonight.”

I slid my finger between her thighs. She was slick and warm, ready enough that my control nearly fractured. Her hips jerked, and she caught her lower lip between her teeth.

“Don’t hide the sound,” Lincoln murmured.

“Bossy.”

He laughed. “I can be.”

I worked her slowly with my fingers, watching her face. Hearing her little moans, and seeing the tiny crease between her brows when pleasure startled her. The way her hand pressed flat over my heart when she needed to steady herself. The way she looked embarrassed by every soft noise and then made another when Lincoln cupped her breasts from behind.

He was careful. No grabbing, nothing that made her less than the whole of herself.

“You liked this too,” he said against her ear.

Mary’s eyes fluttered. “In my heat?”

“Yes.”

“I’ve got excellent taste when compromised.”

I pressed my thumb against her clit, and made a slow circle, and her joke broke into a moan. “And now?” I asked.

Her hips moved into my hand, chasing more. “Still excellent.”

Lincoln smiled against her shoulder.

I shifted beneath her, freeing myself enough that the head of my cock brushed her thigh. Her eyes dropped. “Mary?”

She swallowed. “I want you.”

“Which of us?”