Dante positioned her to his liking, as if she were a rag doll. His strength impressed her again as he lifted her easily, placing her on her stomach with her knees pulled up under her. Her ass was presented and spread for him as he sat back. She could feel him looking at her, a low rumble sounding from his chest that felt like approval. It warmed her and sent the fire in her belly up another notch. She knew a lot of wolves liked to use the backdoor with their lovers. It was a dominance thing. She was an independent woman—a lone wolf—and she liked it that way. Getting mixed up with a dominant shifter male had always seemed like more trouble than it was worth. So she’d only had human lovers and not many of them. None had delved into the kinkier side of sex. Dante and Duncan were more than making up for her lack of experience in that area. She was discovering new facets of her personality and new desires she’d never even imagined. Duncan returned and the bed dipped as he knelt on the side opposite Dante.
