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“Bollocks! I was not going to rut her!”
“No? Then why is your cock hard?”
Goodness! Is he hard? I cannot see much, given the shifter is sprawled over Aston, whose leg is wedged between the shifter’s thighs.
Still holding the stick, I’m now also trying to lookthereas they continue to grunt and grapple for supremacy, trading blows and cursing at one another until, finally, chests heaving and muscles quivering, they reach an impasse of exhaustion.
“It was not hard when I was holding her, barbarian scum. My cock is just confused by all this tussling! With hindsight, I can see the lass is every bit as savage as you and assuredly does not need any protection!”
The shifter staggers up before reaching out his hand to help a wary Aston to his feet.
“Lor,” the shifter says. He has his back to me, so I still cannot see his cock to verify whether it is hard.
I consider making a casual sidestep, but Aston is already on to me and my inappropriate curiosity.
“Aston,” Aston says and nods toward me. “The brat with the stick is Freya. You had bitten off more than you can chew with her, for sure. As soon as we return to the village, she will be getting her bottom spanked after disobeying my order.”
I am breathing heavily, too, still poised beside them with my branch-kosh. It is cracked and unlikely to be effective if they go at one another again.
“I’m sorry about—ah?” Lor gestures toward Aston’s lacerated ribs. “I was not thinking straight.”
“It is fine,” Aston replies. “But put your hands upon Freya again for any reason, and I will break your fucking jaw.”
“Try it, savage.” Lor straightens his stance. “The point was duly noted. You did not need to go over it a-fucking-again.”
I want to roll my eyes at their posturing. I swear, if there were a wrestling or cursing competition, I would struggle to rule between them. Dropping my branch, I take a casual step to the side.
Aston’s eyes narrow, and he stalks past Lor to fist my arm. “I’m on to you, lass. You’ve seen enough dick for one day. My pa will box my ears if he finds out I let you ogle the shifter’s knotted cock.”
“Oh,” I say, trying to glance over my shoulder at Lor as I’m marched over to the horse and all but tossed into the saddle before Aston mounts behind me. “Is that what that was?”
Lor chuckles behind me.
“You don’t look like you’ve had a decent meal in many days,” Aston calls over his shoulder. “Shift and follow. Whatever the reason for you to be out here alone, our clan are not heathens, and they will not turn you away. And don’t fucking shift back until you are in the barn, and I can give you some fucking pants.”
He squeezes the horse with his thighs, and we take off at a steady gait. I peer back just as Lor shifts back to his beautiful gray wolf and chases us down.
ChapterThree
Several years later…
Aston
“Are you fucking hard?”
There was a time when saying that would have shamed him into letting go. Not anymore. Now I hear the grin on his voice as Lor says, “Why, do you like it?” —and grinds himself deeper against my ass.
We are sparring in the practice arena. This usually involves him kicking my ass and finding many and varied ways to slam me into the mat… which has led to my current predicament of being face down against the straw mat with Lor sprawled on top of me. Shifters are heavy bastards, and Lor is fucking big, even among their kind.
“I like girls, asshole,” I grunt, gasping for breath.
“I like girl’s assholes, too.”
I snort a laugh. He is such a dick.
He is also my best friend.
“But I like their pussies more,” he growls against my ear.
