Free Stretching the Rules by BA Tortuga

her in.
    Interesting.
    Hank’s hands wrapped around her waist, held her close. “Liv? Where are you?”
    “Watching a wolf.” She chuckled. “We’re on pack lands, pup.”
    “Oh, my God.” Hank growled low. “Inside. Inside, now.”
    Oh, she didn’t think so. “I don’t take orders, pup. This is Jonah’s house.”
    “But wolves—”
    “It was coyote wolf hybrids who attacked us, pup. Jonah’s people examined the bodies.” She grinned a little. “What was left of them.”
    Hank’s knees buckled, and she braced herself, held him up when his grip tightened on her.
    “Shh.” She patted his hands. “They didn’t belong anywhere, so they made their own pack. Like feral dogs.”
    “I don’t… am I okay?” His grip loosened, and Liv turned to face him, sliding her arms around him.
    “You are amazing,” she said.
    “I tried to protect you.”
    “You did. You were perfect, except for the part where you didn’t listen to me. I’ll have to beat you for that,” she teased.
    His cheek went hot against hers. “Promise? Maybe not today. But soon?”
    “Promise.” She cupped his ass, squeezed him. “Jonah says he wants us to stay. Here. With him.”
    “What about your show?”
    “I don’t know. I can still choreograph and produce long distance.” She nibbled on his neck, unable to stop touching.
    “You love performing.”
    “I love you. I love Jonah.” She adored her life, her men. She would give up dancing if she could have them full time. Her boss would let her work from home. “Come see the house?”
    She led him toward the amazing bathroom that was meant for her. The kitchen had been built with Hank in mind, but the bathroom was all hers.
    “How long have I been out?” The bruises had mostly faded, Hank’s body recovering once he shifted.
    “A few days. You’d been worked over.”
    “Yeah.” Hank whistled. “Look at this. He really listened to you.”
    “He did. Jonah really… He gives a shit.”
    “He does. I mean, I always knew that, but— He brought us home .” Hank sounded so surprised.
    “He told his alpha. The guys came to help us.”
    “No shit?” Hank clearly didn’t remember that. “Where is he now? Jonah?”
    “Working. I think that means he’s running around the woods peeing on things.”
    Hank laughed out loud, a sharp but happy sound. “So, what does someone do out here? This is even more remote than our cabin.”
    “You’ll be busy taking care of your demanding lovers.”
    “Will I? Naked and serving?” Hank’s voice took on an eager note. Such a natural sub. She swatted him again, just because she could.
    “You will, and you’ll love every second.”
    “I will. I—” He lowered his gaze to the floor. “I’m a little afraid of the pack, Liv. What if they hate us?”
    “Then fuck them.” She’d take Hank and Jonah and head somewhere else. After she kicked ass.
    “Oh.” He chuckled. “You’re my brave lady.”
    “Damn straight.” Although it killed her, how Hank had been the one to defend her, how she’d allowed it.
    “Can we see the rest of the house?” he asked, always distracting her.
    “If you’re up to it. I imagine you’re starving,” Liv murmured. Hank had a hollow leg, and could put away an amazing amount of food considering his lean form.
    “God, yes.” They wandered into the kitchen, where Hank immediately began making happy noises. “Oh, look at this place.”
    She found peanut butter, bread. That would do. Hank might cook something elaborate once they knew Jonah’s schedule…
    A polite bark from outside the front door preceded a knock from the same direction, and she and Hank both jumped about a mile.
    “Should we answer it?” Hank asked.
    “Run upstairs and get dressed and come right back.” She went to the door, peeking out. “Hello?
    “Hi!” A pretty blonde stood on the doorstep, her hand buried in the ruff of the wolf on the porch. “Uh, you’re Liv, right?”
    “I am. You’re one of Jonah’s