Page 22 of Feral Werewolves

“We could hide her,” I said.

“Not forever,” he said. “Keeping that girl is a great way to get us killed and her turned into their plaything. It’s better—for all of us—if we just ignore whatever we felt.”

“So, you felt something.”

“For fuck’s sake, Paladin.”

“I did, too,” I said.

Even so, I waited weeks to send the friend request, because I could understand what it was that Kestrel was saying. I knew what the world was like out here, and it wasn’t a good place to bring someone. She was safer in the cities. She should stay there.

I couldn’t even say why I sent the request at all. It was selfish, really. Kestrel was right. If I cared about her, I should let her go.

It was only that I couldn’t stop thinking about her.

We didn’t fuck each other a lot on the farm. We kept it under wraps, mostly just seeing to ourselves. When it did happen, it was me with one of them. They could both be really affectionate in the wake of it, sometimes. Sometimes, either one of them would want to spoon me all night or would lie next to me, sighing, running his fingers up and down my body.

But usually, it was kind of transactional, and they were both more comfortable if I initiated, and I tended to watch them, get a sense of them, and to, well, smell them, and I’d know if they needed me to initiate.

But since the girl, since the full moon, we’d had four three-ways, which we had done only once before this. And they were involved. The other three-way had been all about me doing all the catching, but these went on and on. It might start with me sucking both their dicks, but it might end up with me putting my cock in Lazarus’s ass while he swore and moaned my name.That’s good, just like that. Give it to me,he would say.

We had not talked about the implications of this, because none of us were what you might call good at talking.

And one morning, after I woke up pressed in between both of their chests, I decided that I didn’t care anymore, andI went out, found my phone, and sent the friend request.

She accepted it.

Like, immediately.

I sent it, two second later, accepted.

Then.

Nothing.

Three hours later, I sent her a message.I’m the reddish wolf.

She sent a smiley-face.Oh. Hello, Mr. Russet. The sweet one.

That was what she thought of me? I grinned really wide.I know it’s against the rules to contact you like this. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.

Yeah, I believe you would. Don’t stop, though. I’ve been thinking about you.

Me, too.

But then I did stop, because I didn’t know what else to say.

The rest of the day passed and into the evening, and then we were having dinner, and I could scent how horny Kestrel and Lazarus were, and I was worked up, too, for that matter.

We all ended up in Lazarus’s room and we each came more than once before our cocks decided to lie down and rest.

The next morning, I got up early and gathered the eggs. Then I left the farm.

I went all the way down to the farm below ours. I was always wary of going there. It wasn’t like our farm. It was more like the other places I’d been in since shifting, where things were bad for certain people. They had outdoor houses at this farm and there were guys who had to sleep out there, naked, sometimes chained up.

It was a punishment if they weren’t keeping up with pulling their weight on the farm, but it was also this sex thing, and I knew that. There tended to be a hierarchy thing to sex with men. You clawed your way up to the top and then you got to choose who you wanted to have sex with. If you weren’t strong enough—and I never was—you ended up being taken by everyone else whenever they wanted.

I let them all out, because it was easy. The key wasdangling from a hook outside the stalls where they were padlocked in. That was so anyone else in the house could come out, let them out, and fuck them if they were in the mood.

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