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My bad arm’s no use for holding on, but it goes down fine. I slide my left hand off his shoulder and down through his chest fur, and he doesn’t work out where it’s going until my fingers are under his belt.

He stops walking.

“You need both hands to carry me.” I find the end of the cord on his trousers. “I don’t need any.”

The cord’s dry this time, and it comes loose on the first pull. I get my hand down the front of his trousers and close it around him. He’s hot and heavy, and my fingers don’t meet. His whole body jerks, and his hands tighten under my thighs with every claw stuck straight out into the air.

“Perkele.”

“Is that a yes?”

His ears go flat, then come forward again. “Yes.”

I stroke him slowly, and he stands there on the slope with his eyes shut and lets me. He’s already leaking, which I’m taking as a compliment. I rub my thumb through it and slick it down the length of him the way he liked in the rain, and the noise he makes goes right through me.

“Walk.”

He opens his eyes. “You can’t mean that.”

“The den’s uphill. You were very firm about it.”

He walks. His jaw’s tight and he’s breathing hard through his nose, and I keep my hand moving in time with his steps. We get as far as a big pine before I turn my palm over the head of him, and his bad leg gives. He catches us against the trunk with his own shoulder and holds me clear of the bark. That one’s my fault.

“Wait.”

I wait, with my fist still around him. He’s got his face in my hair, and his cock’s throbbing against my palm.

“If you keep on, I’ll finish here.”

“You finished in my mouth last time. I didn’t hear any complaints.”

“I hadn’t caught you then.” He lifts his head. He isn’t smiling anymore, and both fangs are showing. “I’m finishing inside you, in the furs. I won’t waste it in my trousers.”

Fuck. I squeeze him once for that, and he growls into my hair.

“You keep turning me down next to trees.”

“I keep finding you next to them.” He pushes off the pine.

“Then walk faster.”

I go easy on him after that and only hold him, with my thumb moving under the head. It’s still enough to stop him halfway up the next rise. He hitches me higher against his chest, and his right hand slides farther under me than it needs to. The blunt fingers push in under the edge of my cloth.

“Rauk.”

“You’ve got a free hand. I’ve got these.”

He strokes them through me, front to back, and I’m slick enough that I can hear it. His nostrils flare. I’ve got my mouth open against his neck, and I’ve forgotten what my own hand was doing.

“I could smell this from the ground. I’ve been walking into it all the way up.”

He pushes both fingers into me, right there on the slope, and I bite down on his shoulder fur to keep from yelling. I clamp my legs around his waist and rock down onto his hand. My own hand starts up again on him, clumsier than before, and then neither of us is going anywhere. He’s holding me up with one arm and two fingers, and his legs are shaking.

“Home.” It comes out of me breathless. “You said home. You’ve got a bed for me.”

He laughs, rough, against my temple. He slides his fingers out slowly enough that I swear at him, and then he licks them clean while I watch.

Show-off.