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then indicating his loincloth. “Udders no stare at pretty ting den, yes?”
    Loren felt her face heat but delight filled her. She chuckled, examining the gift far more appreciatively when it dawned on her that it was a loincloth, and then grinned at him. “Nobody gets to look at my tup from now on but you guys!” she said teasingly.
    Their reaction startled her, unnerved her more than a little, but also sent a heated weakness through her. All three of them looked at her with such hunger that it created a chain reaction within her.
    Kael swallowed convulsively. “Touch?”
    Loren had no idea whether he was just asking to touch her or if he meant he wanted to explore her „tup ‟ , but she barely hesitated a moment. Dropping the blanket, she pressed herself against the bars. She could feel a tremor in his hand when he pressed against the bars on the other side and reached through to run his hand lightly over her back. She strained up on her tiptoes to give him better access, but the difference in their height was almost as frustrating as the bars. She couldn ‟ t get close enough to press her lips to his—or any part of him.
    It occurred to her, though, that now was the time to discover if there was going to be a serious problem holding up her end of their bargain and as unnerving as she found it, she stroked her hand along his belly and cupped his sex. She felt the jolt that went through him when she did, 34

    but he pressed himself more tightly into her palm.
    Either the damned leather made it feel more massive than she thought it ought to be or she was in serious trouble! She toyed with the idea of slipping her hand inside for a better feel, but discarded it. She didn ‟ t think she could be that bold and it might well prove to be a dangerous tease when he was already shaking with need.
    He seemed to realize the futility of the entire business about the same time she did. Lifting the hand he ‟ d been exploring her back with, he smoothed her hair and touched her face. Lau-ren be mine lover?” he asked hoarsely.
    “I don ‟ t know how the hell we ‟ ll manage it through the bars,” Loren muttered in frustration.
    He grinned shakily. “Find way. Promise, be gentle. No hurt little ting.”
    With obvious reluctance, he moved away. Dakaar and Balen promptly surged forward, but Dakaar was faster. He strained against the barrier, reaching for her. “I touch, is ok?”
    Loren was shaken, a little stunned, and thoroughly confused when they left. It was hard to reconcile the reality of the Hirachi—or at least, Kael, Dakaar, and Balen—with their fierce appearance and frightening strength and size. They ‟ d been so needy they ‟ d been shaking with it and they ‟ d still managed to restrain themselves enough to keep from bruising her. In point of fact, none of the three had done much more than stroke their hands over her back and along her sides. None of them had touched her breasts or her sex.
    She hated to admit it, but she wasn ‟ t exactly happy that they hadn ‟ t. She ‟ d been aroused enough by Kael ‟ s touch, and touching him, that she ‟ d wanted a little more petting even before Dakaar and Balen had stroked her all over.
    She couldn ‟ t decide if they hadn ‟ t tried anything more because they didn ‟ t think they could handle the tease of not being able to do more than touch, or if it hadn ‟ t crossed their minds to take that much liberty. One thing she was no longer in any doubt of, though, was that she found them desirable, regardless of the fact that they still seemed so alien to her she was as unnerved as she was excited by their touch.
    She didn ‟ t think, though, that she was going to regret the offer she ‟ d made. She still had to surmount the cocks they were swinging—and she was more than a little uneasy about that. She ‟ d suspected before she ‟ d inspected them that they had to be huge considering the size of the men and it had still been a shock. No matter how hard she