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  “Do each other?” Bron raised his eyebrows suggestively at her and Kayla laughed.

  “Bron! You know what I mean. Here—I’ll get Sorin’s chest and you do his back—okay?”

  The big Beast Kindred shrugged. “Sure.”

  Sorin looked uncertain about the whole thing but Kayla was already dipping her fingers into the cool, sparkly white cream and smearing it over the Blood Kindred’s broad chest. Bron did the same and started working on his best friend’s back, smearing the marking cream in long strokes down Sorin’s spine.

  Kayla took her time, rubbing Sorin’s smooth, muscular chest, broad shoulders, and sculpted abs as she had often fantasized about doing. Aside from giving him hugs and the occasional neck rubs, she had never been able to indulge this particular fantasy back when the three of them were just friends.

  For his part, Sorin seemed to slowly relax under their hands. His eyes fluttered closed as Kayla worked on his front and Bron did his back and the tensions leaked visibly from his broad shoulders.

  “That feels…nice,” he murmured after a moment. “Your hands on me—both your hands.”

  “Of course it does,” Bron said, matter-of-factly. “The touch of the ones you care for is healing, or so my people believe.”

  “I believe it too,” Kayla remarked. “But I’m done with your chest now, Sorin. Should I, uh…” She cleared her throat and nodded down at his thick shaft. “Should I go lower?”

  “I could do it myself,” the Blood Kindred said, his voice low and his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked at her.

  “No, you can’t,” Bron rumbled. “Didn’t you hear the fucked-up counter man? He said the cream is ineffective unless it’s applied by the hand of another.”

  Sorin shrugged. “I prefer to have Kayla do it anyway.”

  “My pleasure,” Kayla purred, smiling up at him. She scooped more of the cream into her hand and rubbed it between her fingertips before gripping the long shaft that jutted from between his thighs and beginning to spread the cream up and down his considerable length.

  “Gods!” Sorin threw back his head and groaned softly as she massaged him.

  “Feels good?” Kayla asked him and he nodded.

  “To have your sweet hands on me? You know it does.”

  “Good. Then while I’m working on your front, Bron can do your backside.”

  “What?” Sorin’s eyes flew open. “I don’t think—”

  “Relax, Brother,” Bron rumbled, sounding amused. “Letting another male touch your ass isn’t going to kill you. Here, small one—give me some more cream.”

  Kayla paused what she was doing for a moment to hold out the jar to the Beast Kindred, who scooped a generous amount into his palm.

  “I don’t know about this—the two of you touching me so…intimately at the same time,” Sorin protested as Bron began matter-of-factly rubbing the cream over his friend’s ass with his big, powerful hands. Kayla couldn’t help noticing that Sorin’s erection had wilted somewhat, as though he wasn’t certain about how to feel.

  Once again she felt guilty about pushing his boundaries but part of her whispered that this was right—that she needed to bring the three of them together and this was the way to do it.

  “It’s okay,” she said soothingly as she stroked his shaft and reached below to cup his heavy balls. “Do our hands feel bad on you?”

  “Well…no,” Sorin admitted, frowning. “In fact they feel…good.”

  “Of course it feels good. The people who care for you are touching you,” Bron rumbled. “Relax, Sorin—let yourself enjoy being touched.”

  “I don’t understand how you’re so easy with this,” Sorin said, turning his head to look over his shoulder at his best friend. “You don’t…” He cleared his throat. “Don’t mind Kayla touching me while you touch me as well?”

  “I suppose I should…” Bron paused, as though thinking it though. “But we’re all in this together and I care for you—you’re the friend of my heart, Brother. Touching you while Kayla touches you too…it doesn’t seem wrong to me. The three of us are close.” He frowned. “Perhaps closer than we should be.”

  “I thought this didn’t bother you?” Kayla remarked. “Touching Sorin while I touch him too, I mean.”

  “It doesn’t,” Bron said. “But seeing him touch you or you touch him should bother me. I’m a Beast Kindred and we don’t—”

  “Don’t share. We know,” Sorin said, frowning. “So you’re fine with rubbing my ass but you don’t want to see me rubbing Kayla’s?”

  “No, that’s not what I’m fucking saying,” Bron said, a growl of frustration in his deep voice. “I should be angry and upset when I see you touch her but…”

  “But what?” Kayla asked softly.

  “But…I’m not.” Bron looked both confused and discomforted by the idea. Sorin seemed to sense what his friend was feeling too.

  “Now you know how I feel when I let you touch my ass while Kayla strokes my shaft,” he remarked, turning his head and raising an eyebrow. “I know it ought to feel wrong but it feels good instead. Which is damn confusing.”

  “Seven Hells,” Bron growled. “What’s so wrong about some touching between friends?”

  “My point exactly,” Sorin said dryly. “But I suppose it depends on which friends are doing the touching.” He sighed. “Look, I think I’m completely covered by now. It should be Bron’s turn.”

  “All right—let’s switch,” Kayla said. She had been being quiet on purpose while they talked, letting them sort through some of the feelings they’d had bubbling below the surface out in what she hoped was a constructive way. Now she was interested to see if Sorin would be as willing for them to touch Bron together as the Beast Kindred had been for the two of them to touch Sorin.

  They switched places and Kayla got to work on the big Beast Kindred’s chest, enjoying herself as she rubbed the silky cream over his muscular body. She liked the small patch of black curls between the flat, copper disks of his nipples and the way his tan skin felt like satin under her fingers.

  Sorin started on his friend’s neck, which was safe territory for him as he was always giving Bron or herself neck rubs.

  “Mmm, feels good,” Bron growled in unabashed pleasure.

  “What I’m doing or what Kayla is doing?” Sorin inquired.

  “Both. I love to have our lady’s hands on me. But you always give the best neck rubs, Brother,” Bron rumbled happily. Clearly he was completely at ease with being touched by both of them.

  Kayla wondered if she would have to prompt the Blood Kindred to work on his friend’s back as well but after a moment Sorin took another handful of cream and began rubbing lower, stroking up and down the strong lines of the Beast Kindred’s spine and shoulder blades.

  After making certain Bron’s entire chest and arms were covered, Kayla reached for his shaft. It was already standing at attention for her and as she grasped its thickness, she couldn’t help remembering how delicious his seed was.

  “Gods, baby,” Bron groaned as she touched him, stroking the cream up and down his hard length. “Feels fucking amazing to have your soft little hands on me there.”

  “What about my hands here?” Sorin asked, taking another scoop of the cream and rubbing it over his friend’s backside. “This doesn’t detract from your pleasure? Having me touch your ass while Kayla strokes your shaft? Having the two of us touching you together?”

  “Why should it?” Bron demanded. “I told you—the touch of people who care for you is healing…soothing. Fucking pleasurable. I don’t give a damn where you touch me as long as you fucking touch me, Sorin. Both of you.”

  “Our people must have more differing views on this than I thought,” the Blood Kindred remarked, still rubbing, though with less uncertainty, Kayla saw. “My father would die of shame if he saw me touch another male so while the female we both cared for touched him too. He would think the three of us disgusting and perverted.”

  “And mine would rip my hea