The princeling watched with interest. The wolf knew the man beside him was a shifter. They had been lovers in the past and would be again in the future.
He was pleased for the wolf, whose past had been almost as unhappy as Teremun’s. But it seemed they were both destined to find happiness along the way.
Teremun dismissed the two men and smiled as he sensed the presence coming up behind him. He leaned further over the screeing pool, offering himself, and his smile broadened as clawed hands raised his linen kilt and traced the curves of his buttocks.
Slick, blunt fingers explored the crevice, searching for his puckered opening. He spread his legs, went up on his toes and raised his hips, moaning a little as those fingers penetrated him, the claws carefully retracted.
“Are you pleased wit
