Free Her Wanted Wolf by Renee Michaels Page B

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of them on the tips of her toes, listing from side to side.
    They laughed at her foolishness. “True, but I’ll have fun trying.”
    “Speaking of having a little fun, we can have some right now.” Ishbel
tried to sound nonchalant, but the smirk on her face caught Sabine’s attention.
    “What are you talking about?” Through experience, Sabine knew her sister
had a bit of mischief up her sleeve.
    “The Lunedare alpha has gone to take a bath. He’s asked for something to
shave with and soap. I pointed the way to the hot spring. I think since we live
by the old ways you should go assist him with his ablutions.”
    “That custom died out in the middle ages,” Sabine mumbled darkly.
    “He wanted something to cut his hair. I put Tija’s father’s old straight
razor, Mama’s shears, and some of that sage-infused soap we made in this. Take
it to him.” Ishbel tossed Sabine the sack she had dangling from her fingertips.
    Sabine caught the bag, but thrust it out to Ishbel, who stepped back out
of arm’s reach.
    “We can help you if you’d like. There’s a lot of him to wash, isn’t
there? I’d like to look him over now that he’s cleaned up a bit. He stirs the
blood, doesn’t he? He hasn’t spared any of us a glance, though, which is a
pity.” Ishbel let an exaggerated sigh of regret. “I think he’s sniffing at you.
Are you going to take a bite out of him Sabi, or better yet, let Drew take a
bite out of you?”
    “Who’s Drew?” Sabine looked at them. Had she missed something or someone?
    “The man you’re going to take to mate. His name is Drew Lunedare. Were
you going to call your mate by his clan name in the most intimate of moments?”
Ishbel’s teasing laughter tinkled in the air.
    “Ishbel, wherever did you hear such talk?” Ala admonished before a giggle
slipped through the lips she clamped between her teeth.
    “It’s how the women campers sound when they are in the throes of mating.
Don’t tell me you haven’t heard them a time or two,” Ishbel retorted, looking
pointedly at Sabine. “Or watched them. Human men tire quickly, and the act is
over far too soon. I wonder if a were will have more stamina. Drew looks like
he’d go on forever. He’s very well endowed, and the muscles in his thighs and
back are well developed. No chance of him failing to please you.”
    Sabine had heard and seen enough over the years. Sound traveled over long
distances through the forest. Sometimes the fervent groans and pleas shared
between lovers reached them. She’d watched, too, bodies entwined in gentle
coupling or fervent unrestrained matings, making her aroused and a little bit
envious.
    “It’s too dark. We won’t be able to see anything.” An unwarranted
possessiveness washed over Sabine. For some reason she didn’t want Ishbel to
scrutinize Drew’s attributes. Ishbel’s wicked descriptions would have them in
stitches, but she didn’t want that. Even he needed a little protection.
    “We are werekin, sister dear. We’re blessed with excellent night vision,
and besides, there’s a full moon.” Ishbel grinned at her. “Or don’t you want to
share?”
    It took an awful lot for Sabine not to squirm under the perceptive stares
her sisters fixed on her. “It’d be rude to spy on him.”
    “Rude?” Ishbel nudged Ala in her side with her elbow. “Ala, our sister,
who only trots out her dusty unused manners when it suits her, thinks it’s
discourteous. Hmmm, this bears investigating, but just so you know…I’m not the
only one who’s shown an interest in taking a good long look at him.” Ishbel
dropped this little bit of information deliberately, her eyes on Sabine’s face.
    A frown wrinkled Sabine’s brow. She didn’t like where this was heading.
“What do you mean?”
    “Sabine, Sabine. A virile were has entered our compound. Don’t you think
every woman here with a pulse is going to take a good look at what he has to
offer? Some are dying to experience what it’s like