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Anje shrugged him off. “No, I’m not.” Her spine ramrod stiff, she strode past him to where Trey sat on his black vran, grinning. When she held up her arms, he leaned over immediately and swung her up behind him.

“That’s my girl. Cuddle close.” He waited until she’d wrapped her arms around him, his back warm and solid against the softness of her breasts, before he cut a sly glance at Brin. “Ready when you are, mighty shaman.”

Brin scowled, but he nudged Twink into motion without a word.

Anje rested her cheek on the apple of Trey’s shoulder and relaxed. She loved the elegant solidity of him, his slim, red-gold beauty. Beneath her ear, his heart thumped steadily. On an impulse, she slid a hand up over his chest, resting the center of her palm over the tiny bump of his left nipple. His pulse reverberated through her whole body and she had his heart cupped in her hand. Infinitely precious.

As they swayed with the smooth gait of the vran, Trey put a hand over hers, clasping her to him. His nipple was a hard pebble burning into her palm.

“That feels so-o-o good.” He lifted her hand to his mouth, kissed the palm and put it back. “Want to drive Brin crazy?” he whispered.

He must have assumed she did, because he tugged the shirt out of his waistband before she could speak. “Touch me, love, put your hands on me.”

Why not? With a sigh of gratitude, Anje slid both palms under the shirt and ran them over the hot, hard planes of his stomach and chest. His skin was satiny smooth over the density of muscle and bone, except where the fur on his chest rasped her fingertips. A narrow line of silky hair arrowed down to the waist of his trews and she closed her eyes, pressed her cheek into his shoulder, and followed it, learning him as though she was blind. Trey let out a shaky breath.

So much beauty and it was all hers, to explore at her leisure! She felt half drunk with delight.

The sight of Brin, riding alongside, staring grimly straight ahead, his shoulders tight with tension, only made the power of it sweeter.

A wicked idea slithered into her mind.

She walked her fingers back up over Trey’s ribs, tracing each curve and dip. Then she reached down, bunched the hem of his shirt in her fist and slid it up. “Take it off.”

“Gods, yes!” Trey ripped the shirt straight over his head and handed it back to her to put in a saddlebag.

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“The Hssrda should enjoy the show.” Anje hadn’t realized such a deep voice could sound so waspish. Brin glared, his features stiff with disapproval.

“But you’ll be watching for them,” Trey assured him blithely. “And you’ve set traveling wards, haven’t you?”

Anje sat up, mischief bubbling within her. She hadn’t had so much fun since… Well, she couldn’t remember when.

“You’ll keep us safe, won’t you, mighty shaman?” She fluttered her eyelashes. She suspected she was a woeful flutterer, but Brin reacted by shooting her a look calculated to chill the blood of a lesser woman. How gratifying!

Holding his stare, she unlaced her shirt and spread it wide. Her breasts bobbed perkily to the rhythm of the vran’s stride, the nipples already peaked. Brin’s eyes widened a fraction and he growled something under his breath.

Her blood singing, Anje leaned forward as slowly as possible until her nipples brushed Trey’s bare back. He jumped. “Feel me?” she murmured in her smokiest voice.

Trey moaned, but Brin jerked his gaze away and urged Twink on until he was several paces ahead, giving her nothing but his stiff back.

Anje bit her lip, cursing under her breath, but Trey turned his head and whispered, “Talk to me, darling girl—loud, so he can hear.” He pressed a kiss into her hair. “And for Lufra’s sake, don’t stop. This is heaven.”

“I can’t. I feel stupid,” she whispered back.

“Well, you’re not.” She caught the edge of his infectious grin. “Just talk dirty and watch Brin.”

Anje cleared her throat. “Do you like this?” She scratched lightly at the hair on his chest.

“Yes.” Trey arched into her touch and repeated, more loudly, “Yes!”

She ran her palms over his pectorals in a figure-of-eight pattern. “Are your nipples sensitive, Trey?”

He grunted.

“Shall I touch them?”

“Love, I’m all yours.”

Brin shifted slightly in the saddle and a rush of heat liquefied Anje’s sex.

Using the pads of her fingers, she rolled the tiny peaks, flicking gently, rubbing. Trey’s hands went slack on the reins.

“What’s better, fingertips? Or…” She circled both palms over the blood-engorged flesh, rotating with the lightest friction.

When Trey didn’t speak, she nipped the side of his neck. “Talk to me, Trey, or I’ll stop.”

He swallowed. “All. I like it all. Anje, please—”

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The shaman half turned in the saddle and she said hastily. “I’m melting for you, Trey. I’ve never been so wet.”

Brin slowed Twink until they were riding abreast. He was wearing his stone face, his jaw set like a cliff. “You’re pushing, scout. You know what happens when you push.”

Anje swallowed a giggle. Suddenly, she felt light, joyous, full of power. Letting her insolent gaze rest on the hard ridge bulking out Brin’s trews, she slid her hands down to Trey’s groin and plucked at his laces.

Long fingers covered hers, bit down. “What do you think you’re doing?” Brin grated.

“What does it look like? I’m going to play with Trey’s cock.” She grinned. “For as long as I want. Or as long as he can stand it.”

“
Lufra!
” Trey’s head dropped back against the curve of her neck. Peering down, she could see his glans jutting out of the opening in his trews, like a shiny fruit, pink and bursting ripe.

Anje’s mouth watered and she paused, startled. She was actually contemplating contorting her body on the back of a moving vran in order to service a man with her mouth. She, a warrior among the Children. Holy Mother, what had they done to her?

“Shall I take you in my mouth, Trey?” she growled in his ear.

He quivered and his cock bobbed beseechingly. “Do something!” His hips rocked upward. “Lufra, do
anything
!”

A heavy hand grasped her shoulder in a firm, gentle grip, holding her back. “That’s a trifle ambitious, scout. It’s a long way to the ground.”

“I want to give Trey pleasure,” she said stubbornly.

The hard lines bracketing Brin’s mouth disappeared, though his body still radiated tension. He raised dark brows. “Do you, scout? Will you pay my price? Both of you?”

“Lufra,
please
!” gritted Trey, grabbing Anje’s hand and jamming it on his cock.

Brin’s words slid straight out of her head. Trey’s skin was hot under her fingers, so smooth and hard. With both hands, she burrowed into the opening of his trews, lifting him out, curling her fingers around his girth.

Because it was difficult to see, she squeezed experimentally and Trey whimpered. Intrigued, she stroked her fingertips from root to tip and down again. He quivered. “Good?”

“More,” he husked and his cock reared in her hands, furnace hot.

Remembering how he’d masturbated himself on the rock, she massaged his foreskin up and over the cock head, pressing and rolling it, spreading his own lubricating moisture until her fingers were slippery with it.

Trey’s breath came in hard rasps against her hair and she was intoxicated, drunk with the musky smell of his desire, with the sheer pleasure of pleasure given to the beloved.

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She pressed her aching nipples into the hard muscle of his back and took a two-fisted grip, working him hand over hand.

Trey stopped breathing altogether. His spine curved like a bow and his hands clenched on her knees with bruising force.

A big hand fell over hers and gripped hard. Trey moaned deep in his throat and Anje froze. “Slow down, scout. Make the offering worthy.” Brin’s voice had dropped to such a low register, it was a subterranean rumble.

Catching the reins of Trey’s vran with his other hand, he brought both beasts to a halt. He looked down at his long, bronzed fingers wrapped around hers, at Trey’s cock head emerging from their joined hands as smooth and flushed as a fat, pink rosebud. His sigh was so deep, it seemed dredged from his very soul. He lifted his hand away and leaned back.

Trey turned his head toward the shaman and his eyes snapped open. Anje caught her breath. For a split second, his expression was unguarded and the brief blaze of love and lust was so intense, so powerful, she felt scorched.

Numb with shock, she relaxed her grip and Trey murmured a protest.

“Lift your hips, Trey.” Brin tugged at the other man’s trews. “There now. Cup his balls, Anje.”

She slid one hand under the warm, hairy nest of Trey’s sac and his thighs tensed.

“Good girl. Gently now, there’s a spot just behind…” The skin of Trey’s perineum was hot and resilient. She rubbed a slow circle with her longest fingers, while she stroked her thumb across his testicles.

Trey gurgled and his cock pulsed in her grasp. Brin slid a hand down her spine, his hair brushing cool across their shoulders as he leaned forward to watch.

“Keep that going while you work his cock. Harder at the root, lighter near the head. It’s very sensitive there.” His voice had sunk to a whisper, his cheekbones flushed with hectic color.

Trey arched and shook, deliciously helpless in her grip. Her sex wept and fluttered to the rhythm of her stroke.

She must have imagined it, that expression.

“Look at him, scout.” Brin’s fingers sank into her hair. “He’s yours now. Take it up a notch. Hold his balls taut and stretch his cock away when you pull.”

The slit in Trey’s cock head dribbled clear fluid. She could feel the sweat on his stomach, slippery against her forearms. He was trembling hard, teeth sunk deep into that luscious lower lip.

Anje glanced up at Brin. “He—” She had to clear her throat. “He’s very close.”

Brin gave her his crooked smile. “You have a natural talent.” He rose in the saddle and ground a hand over his genitals, circling them hard into his pelvis. The action was completely unconscious. A flare of triumph hit her like glory and she pressed her lips to the freckles on Trey’s shoulder, hiding her face.

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“If you touch the head, scout, he’ll be gone.”

“Perhaps I won’t then.”

“Anje, if you love me,
please
.” Trey’s voice was a hoarse rasp.

She scraped her nails up the underside, stopping at the soft, wrinkled collar of skin at the neck. Putting her lips to his ear, she breathed, “He’s watching, Trey. Come for him.”

On the words, she raked her fingertips across the domed, spongy surface, pressing firmly into the slit.

Trey’s spine stiffened and his mouth opened soundlessly as the spasms took him. She could feel them begin in his balls, pulled up high and hard into his body. They raced the length of his shaft and exploded in jets of creamy white that splattered over his belly and chest and dribbled over her fingers.

She had her answer.

Trey was in love with the shaman. Desperately, miserably in love.

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Chapter Twelve

The Mountains of Morn separate the Sitariat-Gillen Tableland from the Empty Lands. Running roughly east to west, they stretch for fifty miles. The highest peaks remain snow-clad and cloud-wreathed, even in summer.

Excerpt from the Great Encyclopedia, compiled by Miriliel the Burnished.

Brin watched her doze off and on the rest of the way, curled like a languid temple cat into Trey’s back, her cheek resting trustingly on his shoulder blade. Youth called to youth. The lucky young bastard.

He stifled a grunt as he shifted for the umpteenth time. He couldn’t afford to meditate the arousal away, not here on the trail. Instead, he distracted himself with planning.

It was time to take her to the next level.

Actually, it wasn’t, but he couldn’t wait any longer to see her unravel. Lufra, he
craved
it!

And as for Trey… He glowered at his friend only to get a slow wink brimming with cheek and satisfaction. Brin’s cock rippled with dark expectation and his stomach clenched. Trey could smile now, but he deserved everything he was going to get. It would take all his shaman-trained control to bend both of them to his will and not betray his feelings for the lad, but ah Lufra, it was going to be good! He raised both hands above his head, directing Twink with his knees, and flexed his spine in a luxurious stretch.

From the corner of his eye, he saw Trey go completely still, so he did it again, just to spite him.

He spent the next half hour berating himself for his woeful lack of self-discipline, but gods, it had felt fine!

The long twilight was creeping in by the time they reached the foothills proper. The Mountains of Morn spread before them, a long, rambling range rising from the earth like the half-buried bones of some gargantuan, prehistoric creature. If he remembered aright, there was a cave complex not far ahead that would be perfect for their needs this night. The largest opened into a spacious chamber after a narrow right-angled passage. No light would escape to advertise their presence to passing Hssrda.