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The noise Redd made encouraged Druid. She nuzzled her way toward the corner of the other woman’s mouth, still not entirely sure just what she was doing. She just wanted to touch the Wealda, who seemed happy to indulge her exploratory nudges and presses.

Druid growled happily when Redd’s chest pressed against her shoulder, though the noise tapered off into questioning silence when she tried to maneuver on top of her. Only one wolf had ever mounted her. She’d unthinkingly allowed it, seduced by her own heat. She was more clearheaded now and, besides, she wasn’t sure she understood what the Wealda intended to do.

“I don’t want anyone mounting me, ever…” she could her her younger self’s voice ringing in the back of her head as she attempted to sidestep. She hated to pull away from Redd, yet her confusion eclipsed her desire for closeness. Then there was the unpleasant roll in her stomach.

Wait.

She maneuvered herself to face the red woman, drawing in a breath. Druid pressed a lick to Redd’s chin, to reassure her that her touch was still very much wanted. And it wasn’t that she minded Redd trying to dominate her. But for all the ferocity of her attraction to the Wealda, it was entirely chaste.