Fic || RP-based fic Lee/Beka/KYL/Doyle || Etiquette Lessons
Title: Etiquette Lessons
Chronology: post-FT AU
Characters: Beka Valentine; Lee Danvers; Loz, Kadaj, and Yazoo; Doyle.
Warnings: R for language and implied sex
Word count: 2423
Disclaimer courtesy of madam_officer: No red shirts were harmed in the making of this fic.
Standard disclaimer: No money being made, not mine, love them so much I wish they were.
Author's notes: Takes place after shortly after departure from Tropolis, and is not canon for any game. It's really all greater_scott's fault for not being around to love Lee bestest. All characters used by permission.
Summary: Lee finds Beka and Yazoo seducing Doyle and gets a little tetchy about having to share everyone with Beka. Beka gets more than a little tetchy about Lee being a demanding cunt about it.
Temporal Anomaly. Tim had named it the place to drink and dance in town. He’d given her one of those sweetly goofy grins and babbled something about red shirts and mini skirts, and she’d fallen for him all over again, seconds before promising to check it out.
The instant she stepped through the pneumatic sliding doors, she knew she liked it. Soaring futuristic arcs and multi-leveled design coupled with warm wood paneling and muted amber lighting - it looked like something Linda Danvers might’ve tried to sculpt. If she were still Linda Danvers. Despite that, she liked it. It felt right.
Music, not quite industrial, but definitely danceable filtered through the bar but wasn’t oppressive at the counter or around the tables. Definitely the kind of place that drinkers went to dance. Or went when the people with them wanted to dance. Which meant her wolf would probably be spending lots of time here.
Him being here tonight was a coincidence. Or maybe not. Maybe it’d been his presence that had drawn her out and tugged her down the Boardwalk to this place. Her lips curved into the sort of grin that’d look at home on his face. Whether they got together tonight or not, he felt solid in her head. Almost content. And that only made her like this club more.
As predicted, Loz slouched at the bar. All sin and sex and violence. Trouble, capital T, no mistake, and only an idiot could fail to see it. Only a saint could fail to feel the pull of it. Lee? Was neither. And though she wanted to dance, she made her way to him for a kiss of greeting. The sort that wouldn’t go amiss with any of her others or any of his. Just the slow tilt of her mouth to his and the spark that always jumped between them.
His hands slid down her back and something low and fierce rumbled in his chest. It almost made her want to stay and drink. Or leave and fuck. But he flicked a casual glance toward the dance floor. One that told her Beka was here and he hadn’t decided what he’d do tonight. She nodded and murmured, “Maybe later,” against his mouth, before slipping off to dance.
‘Maybe’ started to look a lot more like ‘yes’ as she hit the second tier dance floor. Beka and Yazoo were in tandem-seduction mode. The smoke and shadows twined around them, caressing leather-clad lethal grace. If Loz was sex? Beka and Yazoo were desire. Pure, shimmering desire. Even she felt it.
On the other hand, not that she thought about it, if she ever did fuck Beka, it’d be with Loz. Not Yazoo. There were things even she wouldn’t do. And fucking her lover’s mate without him sort of rose to the top of that list. All hypothetical, of course. Since she didn’t do women. And Loz wouldn’t want that anyway.
All of that got pushed from her mind when she saw who it was they tag-teamed. Obsidian black skin and blue-purple-teal-black hair. Her Darkness’s mouth was set in grim amusement, iron-hard arms crossed over his powerful chest. So far, it looked like they’d only succeeded in entertaining him, since he sat on a stool at the bar that served that tier instead of joining them to dance.
But even as she stepped into the smoke, Yazoo draped himself over Doyle’s shoulders. Then Beka insinuated herself between his knees. And leaned in, all purring sensuality and flirty pout. It was Yazoo’s mouth that met hers over Doyle’s shoulder -
But the sight knifed through her gut, hot and sharp. Her fingers curved into talons, and she was stalking them before she even realized it. God. Damn. Did she have to share everyone with Beka? Couldn’t she have anyone for herself?
“Darkness.” His name rolled off her lips. A low growl, intimate and possessive. She hadn’t seen him in far too long anyhow.
“Angel.” His pleasure in her presence was undeniable. But while she’d have liked to have said he promptly forgot that Beka existed, he clearly didn’t. He did disengage from her when he rose. Just with the sort of smile and lingering touch that said he’d be interested in resuming play another time.
Lee’s eyes flashed as she moved into Doyle’s space. Stood there, silent. Wild magic met Chaos, each amplifying the other until the pull became too much and he had to touch her. Triumphant, she turned in his arms, smirking at Beka and Yazoo who were sharing a shrugged ‘oops’. “Go fuck my wolf, you two, and leave my Darkness alone.”
The instant she said it, she wished she could have the words back. There’d never been friction between her and Beka before over Loz, but now Beka’s eyes went cold with fury. And her hair shimmered from blonde to silver in a heartbeat.
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Yazoo took a step back, clearly not wanting any part of this. But the way he moved behind Beka, hand smoothing down her arm made it equally clear he’d back her without thought. Doyle, too, dropped away, but from him she felt amusement. She’d gotten herself into this and she’d have to get herself out.
“Beka.” Her voice came intensely quiet, but before she could speak, Beka had started again.
“You don’t speak to Yazoo like that. Ever.”
That surprised her. It being the first thing. But she knew it shouldn’t have. Beka was pack. And that always came first.
“You want to pick a fight with me, or play little games? Fine. Leave my brother out of it. And leave Loz out of it. He deserves better than your petty jealousy.”
“Beka.”
“Don’t. You started this, and I’m finishing it. Loz loves you, and you make him happy. I love him, and I won’t deny him anything that gives him happiness. But don’t you ever forget that he is ours. Mine. CJ’s. Yazoo’s. Kadaj’s.”
Chin high, eyes hard, and looking far more dangerous than Lee had ever seen her, Beka stood her ground. Everything in her screamed ‘Try me’, and Lee heard it loud and clear.
She’d always known there was more to Beka. Something that drew Loz, because she knew how he worked. Knew him. This was it. This steel in the face of someone who could snap her like a twig.
What she’d said was wrong, and she knew it. It made her angry. Worse it made her ashamed. Petty, Beka had called it. And petty it was.
Though part of her wanted to fling Beka against a wall, she didn’t. She banked the power in her eyes, and lowered her voice. Not deferential, but acknowledging Beka as an equal. “I know.”
Beka studied her, arms crossed over her chest. Lee accepted the scrutiny without bridling, no matter that she wanted to. If this would be set right, it would only happen because Beka believed her. And she found she wanted her to.
Finally, Beka nodded. Satisfied. The tension eased, then faded. “See you around, Lee.” A clarion note of pride rang in Beka’s tone, and something else. Compassion.
“’Kay.”
Beka turned and walked away without another word. Not even a goodbye for Doyle. And that, more than any other thing she’d done or said, earned Lee’s respect. Because Lee couldn’t honestly say she wouldn’t have taken a parting shot if she were Beka.
She glanced at Yazoo, wondering if words were needed there. Loz’s middle brother regarded her impassively, then shrugged in his Yazoo way, and followed Beka.
* * *
“Hey.” Beka’s voice at Loz’s shoulder sounded softer than usual, almost strained.
He turned to look and, sure enough, her body hummed with tension. Her full lips pressed thin in an almost pout, the one that signaled an emotional storm on the horizon.
Fuck, he hated it when she got upset like that. Loz reached up to stroke the hair off her cheek and tuck it behind her ear. It hadn’t been silver when they got here, and it made him wonder even more. “What?”
She shook her head, but it looked like she’d eaten an entire library of words and all of them wanted out in a hurry.
“Beka…” Hands on her hips, he drew her between his legs and locked their gazes together. “What happened?”
A slow blink, and it all faded, melted away. Like someone had pushed a button somewhere and drained the words and the emotion out of her. “It’s nothing. Really. I’m all right.” She rested her forearms on his shoulders and gave him that sweet fuck-me smile. “I just wanted to tell you I’m headed home.”
Huh. Tension gone, but that wasn’t like her. At all. And then she laid a kiss on him, hot and deep and definitely not for public, because fuck if he didn’t get hard just from her mouth on his.
“See you when you get there,” she murmured against his lips, then broke away and left without another word.
Oooo-kay. No mistaking that for anything but an outright claim of possession. His chest felt tight - hungry for her on the one hand, and pissed off because she had no right to be a demanding cunt about it.
He was halfway off his stool to go and tell her when Yazoo put a hand on his chest and shook his head no. Crossing his arms, Loz let out a breath and waited for what his brother would say.
Yazoo sighed. “Lee was stupid. Pushed Bek’s buttons, and Bek served her her head on a platter.”
He shrugged in the way that said he’d been upset but was dealing, Yazoo-style. Which probably meant he’d find his pretty boy later. But Loz wasn’t going to think about that because it wasn’t going to help his rising desire to make something bleed.
“It’s not Beka’s fault. Lee started it, she just finished it.”
Loz rose to go find Lee. “I’ll talk to her.”
“Don’t. Anything you say to her will undermine Beka.” Yazoo gave him a lazy smile, then purred, “Bek fucks so pretty when she’s mad.”
Blowing out a breath, Loz pushed a hand through his hair. “Tell me this isn’t going to explode in my face.”
“Lee’s okay. She knows she pushed too hard.” Hand stroking down Loz’s chest, Yazoo nodded. “It’s fine. Go to Beka.”
* * *
When he found her, Beka was on the balcony of her room, looking up at the stars. She didn’t turn when he came out. “If you came to tell me not to be a demanding cunt, save it. I’m not in the mood.” The anger had mostly left her, and, really, she understood how Lee felt finding her and Yazoo with someone she considered hers. But even so, Lee had crossed a line and Beka Valentine did not back down.
“Beka,” he growled, and even the rough edge of his temper flooded her with heat.
She said nothing. He was her soulmate, and she loved him, but she wouldn’t back down for him either. Not for this.
His hands on her shoulders spun her around, then he crowded her up against the railing. Put his hands on either side of her hips and got right up in her face. “I won’t lie to you, Bek. I was mad when you kissed me like that. Hard as fuck, but mad as hell.”
God, she wanted him. She wanted this to stop and him to kiss her and -
Unexpectedly, he did. Hands coming up to cup her face, lips warm and soft at first until she opened for him. But after that it was a mirror of the kiss she’d given him, tongue taking her mouth, claiming her, thick line of his cock burning against her stomach. ‘Mine’, his kiss said and she, willingly, agreed.
Then he backed away a step. “Yazoo told me some of what happened. I’d like to hear the rest from you.”
“Mmm-kay, could that be after we fuck?” She knew if she looked her pupils would be dilated. Her body already felt heavy with desire.
Hand passing over the curve of her ass to pull her in close again, he laughed. “Yeah.”
Soft, so soft, like the kiss of moonlight, Kadaj’s voice from the patio doorway: “I want to talk to Beka.”
He didn’t sound angry, just concerned. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because what Kadaj wanted, Kadaj got. She leaned into Loz and brushed a kiss over his mouth. “Go eat something. You’re gonna need your strength.” Her way of telling him she’d be fine, she and Kadaj.
Loz nodded, then left them.
Kadaj waited until Loz had left her room, then held out his hand to her, bidding her come. She went without hesitation.
“Tell me.”
Yazoo would already have told him the details. He wanted to know why she’d done it.
“If Lee had been teasing, or hadn’t called Loz hers, or even if it had just been her and me, I might’ve let it go. But what she did, Kadaj, it was disrespectful. To us, to Loz, to me. She acted like she could order us around, and on top of that pretty much said we ‘could have Loz’ because she wanted this other tonight. That was wrong, and she needed to hear it.” There wasn’t anything defensive in how she said it, or really anything angry. If Kadaj judged she’d been in the wrong, she’d go to Lee and apologize.
Sleepy green eyes blinked at her from beneath the shield of his bangs, the one he used to hide from the things that hurt out there in the world. She wanted to brush them away, kiss his forehead and take away the frown.
She didn’t. She waited, hands relaxed at her sides, until he nodded. Just a nod, but it felt like a blessing.
“Are you okay?”
Beka smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine. She’s fine, too.”
His head tilted, bangs slid. “Okay.”
On his way out of the room, he circled her, fingers trailing over her shoulders before he placed a single kiss on the crown of her head. And that was it, nothing more. He trusted her, believed her, and, maybe, if she was right about what she read in his eyes, was even a little bit proud of her.
* * *
Late that night, after Doyle had gone, Lee stood on her balcony smoking. She felt him again and smiled. Content now, her wolf.
Hers. And Beka’s. And CJ’s. And Yazoo’s. And Kadaj’s.
Chronology: post-FT AU
Characters: Beka Valentine; Lee Danvers; Loz, Kadaj, and Yazoo; Doyle.
Warnings: R for language and implied sex
Word count: 2423
Disclaimer courtesy of madam_officer: No red shirts were harmed in the making of this fic.
Standard disclaimer: No money being made, not mine, love them so much I wish they were.
Author's notes: Takes place after shortly after departure from Tropolis, and is not canon for any game. It's really all greater_scott's fault for not being around to love Lee bestest. All characters used by permission.
Summary: Lee finds Beka and Yazoo seducing Doyle and gets a little tetchy about having to share everyone with Beka. Beka gets more than a little tetchy about Lee being a demanding cunt about it.
Temporal Anomaly. Tim had named it the place to drink and dance in town. He’d given her one of those sweetly goofy grins and babbled something about red shirts and mini skirts, and she’d fallen for him all over again, seconds before promising to check it out.
The instant she stepped through the pneumatic sliding doors, she knew she liked it. Soaring futuristic arcs and multi-leveled design coupled with warm wood paneling and muted amber lighting - it looked like something Linda Danvers might’ve tried to sculpt. If she were still Linda Danvers. Despite that, she liked it. It felt right.
Music, not quite industrial, but definitely danceable filtered through the bar but wasn’t oppressive at the counter or around the tables. Definitely the kind of place that drinkers went to dance. Or went when the people with them wanted to dance. Which meant her wolf would probably be spending lots of time here.
Him being here tonight was a coincidence. Or maybe not. Maybe it’d been his presence that had drawn her out and tugged her down the Boardwalk to this place. Her lips curved into the sort of grin that’d look at home on his face. Whether they got together tonight or not, he felt solid in her head. Almost content. And that only made her like this club more.
As predicted, Loz slouched at the bar. All sin and sex and violence. Trouble, capital T, no mistake, and only an idiot could fail to see it. Only a saint could fail to feel the pull of it. Lee? Was neither. And though she wanted to dance, she made her way to him for a kiss of greeting. The sort that wouldn’t go amiss with any of her others or any of his. Just the slow tilt of her mouth to his and the spark that always jumped between them.
His hands slid down her back and something low and fierce rumbled in his chest. It almost made her want to stay and drink. Or leave and fuck. But he flicked a casual glance toward the dance floor. One that told her Beka was here and he hadn’t decided what he’d do tonight. She nodded and murmured, “Maybe later,” against his mouth, before slipping off to dance.
‘Maybe’ started to look a lot more like ‘yes’ as she hit the second tier dance floor. Beka and Yazoo were in tandem-seduction mode. The smoke and shadows twined around them, caressing leather-clad lethal grace. If Loz was sex? Beka and Yazoo were desire. Pure, shimmering desire. Even she felt it.
On the other hand, not that she thought about it, if she ever did fuck Beka, it’d be with Loz. Not Yazoo. There were things even she wouldn’t do. And fucking her lover’s mate without him sort of rose to the top of that list. All hypothetical, of course. Since she didn’t do women. And Loz wouldn’t want that anyway.
All of that got pushed from her mind when she saw who it was they tag-teamed. Obsidian black skin and blue-purple-teal-black hair. Her Darkness’s mouth was set in grim amusement, iron-hard arms crossed over his powerful chest. So far, it looked like they’d only succeeded in entertaining him, since he sat on a stool at the bar that served that tier instead of joining them to dance.
But even as she stepped into the smoke, Yazoo draped himself over Doyle’s shoulders. Then Beka insinuated herself between his knees. And leaned in, all purring sensuality and flirty pout. It was Yazoo’s mouth that met hers over Doyle’s shoulder -
But the sight knifed through her gut, hot and sharp. Her fingers curved into talons, and she was stalking them before she even realized it. God. Damn. Did she have to share everyone with Beka? Couldn’t she have anyone for herself?
“Darkness.” His name rolled off her lips. A low growl, intimate and possessive. She hadn’t seen him in far too long anyhow.
“Angel.” His pleasure in her presence was undeniable. But while she’d have liked to have said he promptly forgot that Beka existed, he clearly didn’t. He did disengage from her when he rose. Just with the sort of smile and lingering touch that said he’d be interested in resuming play another time.
Lee’s eyes flashed as she moved into Doyle’s space. Stood there, silent. Wild magic met Chaos, each amplifying the other until the pull became too much and he had to touch her. Triumphant, she turned in his arms, smirking at Beka and Yazoo who were sharing a shrugged ‘oops’. “Go fuck my wolf, you two, and leave my Darkness alone.”
The instant she said it, she wished she could have the words back. There’d never been friction between her and Beka before over Loz, but now Beka’s eyes went cold with fury. And her hair shimmered from blonde to silver in a heartbeat.
“Don’t. You. Dare.”
Yazoo took a step back, clearly not wanting any part of this. But the way he moved behind Beka, hand smoothing down her arm made it equally clear he’d back her without thought. Doyle, too, dropped away, but from him she felt amusement. She’d gotten herself into this and she’d have to get herself out.
“Beka.” Her voice came intensely quiet, but before she could speak, Beka had started again.
“You don’t speak to Yazoo like that. Ever.”
That surprised her. It being the first thing. But she knew it shouldn’t have. Beka was pack. And that always came first.
“You want to pick a fight with me, or play little games? Fine. Leave my brother out of it. And leave Loz out of it. He deserves better than your petty jealousy.”
“Beka.”
“Don’t. You started this, and I’m finishing it. Loz loves you, and you make him happy. I love him, and I won’t deny him anything that gives him happiness. But don’t you ever forget that he is ours. Mine. CJ’s. Yazoo’s. Kadaj’s.”
Chin high, eyes hard, and looking far more dangerous than Lee had ever seen her, Beka stood her ground. Everything in her screamed ‘Try me’, and Lee heard it loud and clear.
She’d always known there was more to Beka. Something that drew Loz, because she knew how he worked. Knew him. This was it. This steel in the face of someone who could snap her like a twig.
What she’d said was wrong, and she knew it. It made her angry. Worse it made her ashamed. Petty, Beka had called it. And petty it was.
Though part of her wanted to fling Beka against a wall, she didn’t. She banked the power in her eyes, and lowered her voice. Not deferential, but acknowledging Beka as an equal. “I know.”
Beka studied her, arms crossed over her chest. Lee accepted the scrutiny without bridling, no matter that she wanted to. If this would be set right, it would only happen because Beka believed her. And she found she wanted her to.
Finally, Beka nodded. Satisfied. The tension eased, then faded. “See you around, Lee.” A clarion note of pride rang in Beka’s tone, and something else. Compassion.
“’Kay.”
Beka turned and walked away without another word. Not even a goodbye for Doyle. And that, more than any other thing she’d done or said, earned Lee’s respect. Because Lee couldn’t honestly say she wouldn’t have taken a parting shot if she were Beka.
She glanced at Yazoo, wondering if words were needed there. Loz’s middle brother regarded her impassively, then shrugged in his Yazoo way, and followed Beka.
* * *
“Hey.” Beka’s voice at Loz’s shoulder sounded softer than usual, almost strained.
He turned to look and, sure enough, her body hummed with tension. Her full lips pressed thin in an almost pout, the one that signaled an emotional storm on the horizon.
Fuck, he hated it when she got upset like that. Loz reached up to stroke the hair off her cheek and tuck it behind her ear. It hadn’t been silver when they got here, and it made him wonder even more. “What?”
She shook her head, but it looked like she’d eaten an entire library of words and all of them wanted out in a hurry.
“Beka…” Hands on her hips, he drew her between his legs and locked their gazes together. “What happened?”
A slow blink, and it all faded, melted away. Like someone had pushed a button somewhere and drained the words and the emotion out of her. “It’s nothing. Really. I’m all right.” She rested her forearms on his shoulders and gave him that sweet fuck-me smile. “I just wanted to tell you I’m headed home.”
Huh. Tension gone, but that wasn’t like her. At all. And then she laid a kiss on him, hot and deep and definitely not for public, because fuck if he didn’t get hard just from her mouth on his.
“See you when you get there,” she murmured against his lips, then broke away and left without another word.
Oooo-kay. No mistaking that for anything but an outright claim of possession. His chest felt tight - hungry for her on the one hand, and pissed off because she had no right to be a demanding cunt about it.
He was halfway off his stool to go and tell her when Yazoo put a hand on his chest and shook his head no. Crossing his arms, Loz let out a breath and waited for what his brother would say.
Yazoo sighed. “Lee was stupid. Pushed Bek’s buttons, and Bek served her her head on a platter.”
He shrugged in the way that said he’d been upset but was dealing, Yazoo-style. Which probably meant he’d find his pretty boy later. But Loz wasn’t going to think about that because it wasn’t going to help his rising desire to make something bleed.
“It’s not Beka’s fault. Lee started it, she just finished it.”
Loz rose to go find Lee. “I’ll talk to her.”
“Don’t. Anything you say to her will undermine Beka.” Yazoo gave him a lazy smile, then purred, “Bek fucks so pretty when she’s mad.”
Blowing out a breath, Loz pushed a hand through his hair. “Tell me this isn’t going to explode in my face.”
“Lee’s okay. She knows she pushed too hard.” Hand stroking down Loz’s chest, Yazoo nodded. “It’s fine. Go to Beka.”
* * *
When he found her, Beka was on the balcony of her room, looking up at the stars. She didn’t turn when he came out. “If you came to tell me not to be a demanding cunt, save it. I’m not in the mood.” The anger had mostly left her, and, really, she understood how Lee felt finding her and Yazoo with someone she considered hers. But even so, Lee had crossed a line and Beka Valentine did not back down.
“Beka,” he growled, and even the rough edge of his temper flooded her with heat.
She said nothing. He was her soulmate, and she loved him, but she wouldn’t back down for him either. Not for this.
His hands on her shoulders spun her around, then he crowded her up against the railing. Put his hands on either side of her hips and got right up in her face. “I won’t lie to you, Bek. I was mad when you kissed me like that. Hard as fuck, but mad as hell.”
God, she wanted him. She wanted this to stop and him to kiss her and -
Unexpectedly, he did. Hands coming up to cup her face, lips warm and soft at first until she opened for him. But after that it was a mirror of the kiss she’d given him, tongue taking her mouth, claiming her, thick line of his cock burning against her stomach. ‘Mine’, his kiss said and she, willingly, agreed.
Then he backed away a step. “Yazoo told me some of what happened. I’d like to hear the rest from you.”
“Mmm-kay, could that be after we fuck?” She knew if she looked her pupils would be dilated. Her body already felt heavy with desire.
Hand passing over the curve of her ass to pull her in close again, he laughed. “Yeah.”
Soft, so soft, like the kiss of moonlight, Kadaj’s voice from the patio doorway: “I want to talk to Beka.”
He didn’t sound angry, just concerned. It wouldn’t have mattered anyway, because what Kadaj wanted, Kadaj got. She leaned into Loz and brushed a kiss over his mouth. “Go eat something. You’re gonna need your strength.” Her way of telling him she’d be fine, she and Kadaj.
Loz nodded, then left them.
Kadaj waited until Loz had left her room, then held out his hand to her, bidding her come. She went without hesitation.
“Tell me.”
Yazoo would already have told him the details. He wanted to know why she’d done it.
“If Lee had been teasing, or hadn’t called Loz hers, or even if it had just been her and me, I might’ve let it go. But what she did, Kadaj, it was disrespectful. To us, to Loz, to me. She acted like she could order us around, and on top of that pretty much said we ‘could have Loz’ because she wanted this other tonight. That was wrong, and she needed to hear it.” There wasn’t anything defensive in how she said it, or really anything angry. If Kadaj judged she’d been in the wrong, she’d go to Lee and apologize.
Sleepy green eyes blinked at her from beneath the shield of his bangs, the one he used to hide from the things that hurt out there in the world. She wanted to brush them away, kiss his forehead and take away the frown.
She didn’t. She waited, hands relaxed at her sides, until he nodded. Just a nod, but it felt like a blessing.
“Are you okay?”
Beka smiled. “Yeah. I’m fine. She’s fine, too.”
His head tilted, bangs slid. “Okay.”
On his way out of the room, he circled her, fingers trailing over her shoulders before he placed a single kiss on the crown of her head. And that was it, nothing more. He trusted her, believed her, and, maybe, if she was right about what she read in his eyes, was even a little bit proud of her.
* * *
Late that night, after Doyle had gone, Lee stood on her balcony smoking. She felt him again and smiled. Content now, her wolf.
Hers. And Beka’s. And CJ’s. And Yazoo’s. And Kadaj’s.