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  “It doesn’t have to be sexual,” Becca said, her voice sounded breathless even in her own ears. “It’s not like you’re touching me under the bikini. Just over it.”

  “I think we can manage that,” Far murmured. He leaned forward to cup Becca’s left breast in his hand and began to stroke her firmly. Through the soft fur, she could feel the heat of his hand clearly.

  Truth took a cue from his brother but instead of touching her other breast, his large, warm hand came to rest between her legs.

  Becca gasped as she felt his heat envelope her.

  “So soft,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with lust. “So soft and so hot.”

  “I’m glad you like it,” Becca whispered, pressing against his palm. “I…I like it too.”

  “And how does it feel inside?” Truth’s deep voice was a growl of pure lust. “Softer? Hotter…wetter?”

  “Maybe,” Becca whispered, unable to help herself. Though she tried to stop it, she could feel herself being pulled toward the two men. Was it really the partial bond between them working on her? Or was it just that she wanted them both so much it was impossible to resist?

  Part of her knew she was doing exactly what she shouldn’t be doing—exactly what she had been fighting against. But being between her men with their hands on her body was an intoxicating experience. She felt drunk on the pleasure of their gentle caresses. Drunk and in danger of losing all her inhibitions.

  “What’s wrong with me?” she whispered aloud. “Why can’t I resist you two even when I know I should?”

  “Maybe you don’t want to,” Far offered.

  “Maybe you need exactly what we need,” Truth added. He pulled her closer and slipped one big warm hand into the white triangle of fur that covered her pussy. “Are you wet, Rebecca? Are you getting your pussy honey all over these little fur panties?”

  “I…I don’t know…” Becca moaned. Truth’s big hand cupping her pussy felt so good, so right, that she could barely think.

  “Is her little cunt all hot and wet, Brother?” Far asked, his deep voice filled with desire. He slipped his hand into the cup of Becca’s bra and began to idly tease her nipple. “Why don’t you part her pussy lips and slip your fingers deep in her folds to find out?”

  “Maybe I will,” the dark twin growled. Two long fingers spread Becca’s swollen outer lips gently and she gasped as she felt another slip into her heated inner cunt. Mother of God it felt so good but if she didn’t stop, she was going to lose control of the situation completely.

  “Wait a minute,” she protested breathlessly as Truth began to circle the throbbing button of her clit with his fingertip. “Wait, please. I…don’t want to do this. Don’t want to lose control.”

  “Very well.” Truth and Far exchanged a glance and the dark twin reluctantly withdrew his fingers from her pussy and slipped his hand out of her panties while the light twin stopped touching her breasts.

  “How do you want to do this, Becca?” Far asked. “Or do you want to do it at all?”

  Becca took a deep breath. “I do want to try and locate the cache but it’s really hard to think—really hard to concentrate when you’re both touching me like that.”

  “All right.” Truth’s voice was frustrated but restrained. “What do you suggest?”

  “Maybe Becca should be in control this time,” Far suggested.

  Truth frowned. “What do you mean, Brother?”

  “Well, we’re always the ones touching her. Maybe it would be good to let her do the touching for a change,” Far suggested. He looked at Becca. “Would you like that, mi’now?”

  Becca felt a powerful surge of lust. The idea of making her men lie back while she took control had never occurred to her before. But now that Far had planted it in her mind, she could think of nothing else.

  “I…I think that would be good. More than good,” she admitted. “And maybe while I touch the two of you, you can both be concentrating on the cache.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Far lay back on the leaf and blanket pallet and put his hands behind his head. The pose stretched out the muscles in his bare chest and put his tight abs on display in a way that was distractingly sexy. “Well, Brother?” he asked, looking across at Truth.

  The dark twin looked like he might object for a moment but then he simply nodded and lay down on the other side of the bed, beside his brother.

  “Very well,” he growled, adopting the same casually sexy pose as Far. “Let’s do it this way, then.”

  “Good.” Becca sat there for a moment on her knees before them, feeling both shy and powerful at the same time. She liked the idea that two such huge, muscular warriors were lying open to her, ready to allow her to do anything she wanted. It was strangely hot to have them submit to her and it was clear that both men were more than a little turned on as well. The hard ridge of flesh which she saw in each set of sleep trousers attested to that.

  “Well, Rebecca?” Truth drawled, looking up at her from half-lowered lids. “What are you going to do?”

  “I…give me a minute. I’m thinking.” Involuntarily, her eyes were drawn to the thick outline of his cock…and then to his brother’s. Suddenly she had an idea of what she wanted to do.

  “Becca?” Far asked as she scooted up to sit between them. “What are you going to—”

  “Shh,” Becca murmured, reaching down to caress the light twin’s hardness through his silky sleep pants with one hand. With the other, she touched Truth’s muscular arm lightly to be certain her touch was pleasurable and not painful—she didn’t want either of them getting a shock because she was touching them separately. Far moaned and jumped slightly but held still for the intimate caress.

  Beside him Truth watched with half-lidded eyes.

  “Does it feel good, Brother?” he growled softly. “Having our lady’s hand on you? Feeling her stroke your shaft?”

  “You know that it does,” Far murmured. “I can feel you enjoying my pleasure through our bond.”

  “You were right, you know,” Truth said. “The bond does double the pleasure.”

  “And what happens when I do this?” Becca asked, reaching for the dark twin’s shaft.

  Truth sucked in a breath and groaned softly as she captured his rigid cock through the material of his sleep trousers.

  “Gods, your hand is so soft, Rebecca.”

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying it—both of you.” Still feeling powerful and in control, Becca lifted her chin. “I want you to keep holding still, boys—I’m going to up the game.”

  Before they could ask any questions, she slid down Far’s trousers, baring the thick ridge of his cock. The light twin groaned as she captured his bare shaft in her hand. She looked over at Truth.

  “Can you feel that too?”

  “Gods, yes!” His lean hips bucked up, his own cock straining against the fabric covering it, just as though he was feeling Becca’s hand on his rigid shaft.

  Becca was intrigued. It occurred to her that their Twin bond hadn’t formed that long ago and they were still exploring the limits of it—something they really couldn’t adequately do without her. A little voice in her head was telling her she ought to stop—that they were going too far—but she pushed it away. For once she was tired of feeling guilty and wrong and scared. She just wanted to enjoy her men and that was what she intended to do.

  “I want to try something,” she murmured, looking at them. “Truth, close your eyes and promise not to look.”

  “What do you have in mind?” the dark twin growled.

  “Just close them,” Becca demanded imperiously.

  Grumbling a little, he obeyed.

  “Good. Now…” She leaned over Far, letting her long curls brush his pale skin until he shivered with the sensation. With his long, wild blond hair spread over the pillow and his black eyes half-lidded with lust she thought the light twin was one of the most sensuous sights she’d ever seen.

  Pushing all guilt from her mind, she laid a light kiss on the