“Casualties?” she asked, looking about and not seeing much beside the bloodied fuzzy mounds where nanodogs had died. Was this the only way to get them to stop? If they were hungry, who could blame them? Larger bodies meant larger appetites.
“Two dead. Nine bitten. One badly,” Rutger told her. “Willow is patching that one up. He’ll live.”
“Hmmm. And we killed how many of these? Five or six?” And once again, humans had made these creatures. “Even in the face of extinction our… or is it nowtheir… legacy remains.”
“Yeah. It is a pity.” Rutger grimaced. Killing always is unless you need to eat.”
“She stole my gun,” That was Vargr, sounding exasperated.
“I saw. Is that news?”
Her leg gave way when she turned to smirk at Vargr, but she limped and managed. “I borrowed only. Doesn’t that bring back fond memories, Vargr? It’s how we met. I borrowed your gun then too… Youhaveforgotten?” She was in the middle of waggling a finger at him when he grabbed her ear again and made her bend over with her head low.
Cursing at the pain, she peered up at him. “You know I could get loose if I tried?” She grabbed his wrist, felt the size of him there, the rigid strength. She could smell him even.
Nice.
“I’m sure you could. Minus an ear. What should we do with our dear sweet babe, Rutger? I know she’s ill, but I think I’d rather her be out here with us. Less dangerous. Plus Locke would like the chance to be with Maura.”
Smiling, Rutger regarded her ear-trapped position, leaning his own head to the side to stare down at her. “She’s limping again. Would you like to ride on my shoulders a while, babe?”
“One more babe—” But Vargr twisted her ear, and she shrieked, whimpered. “Okay! Okay.” Fuck, now she was turned on. Something about this had connected to her ovaries, which was stupid. “I’d love to ride you, Rutger.”
“Now doesn’t that sound like an insult.” He chuckled. “Let her go. We can talk, you can ride me, later on when you’re well, we’ll both ride you. Deal?”
That. Washot.Cyn swallowed. “Ummm, yes?”
“Good. Let’s do this then.”
And Vargr released her. Rubbing her ear, she pouted at him. “Man, you are mean.”
“You wish. Why do I want to fuck you against that truck, now?”
“You and me both,” she whispered.
“Because she’s due to be fucked, aren’t you? I feel it too. We’re moving so let’s hope the Lure stays away for long enough. Either that or I can go jerk off and feed you my warm jizz.” Rutger winked.
“Ewww. No thanks.” It just would not be the same as getting nailed by both of them, sadly. “Rain check though, on the other.”
Vargr leaned in and clasped her butt through the stone-washed pink jeans she wore, until her flesh screamed to be released.
She let her eyelids flutter down, savoring the sensation.
“Definitely a fucking date,” he said quietly. “If you haven’t given me tentacles by now, I guess you ain’t going to.”
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Vargr watchedas Rutger kneeled to let Cyn climb on board then offered his own hand to help steady her. She adjusted her legs on his shoulders, wriggling about.
“We can swap every hour. I’d like her pussy snuggling up to me too.”
That gained him a thumbs-up from Rutger and a groan and a headshake from Cyn.
“Not sure this is the definition of getting pussy, though, man.” He patted her knee, wrapping both arms over her lower legs as he began to stand. “I’ll tell you if I come in my pants.”
“You do that.”
Once Rutger rose to his full height, she clung to his horns and grinned down at him.
