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He rolled his head back to look at Jean-Claude, who obliged him by looking down to meet Richard’s gaze. “On you?”

Jean-Claude smiled, “Non, mon ami, I am well-endowed, but not so blessed as to help ma petite learn such technique.”

Richard looked back down toward me. There was a look on his face that I’d seen all too often lately, a not-happy look. “Who?”

“I’ll make you a deal, Richard. You don’t ask me about my lovers, and I won’t ask you about yours.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means if you weren’t a lycanthrope, I would never have gone down on you like this until you proved you were disease free. You can get AIDS, gonorrhea, hepatitis, all just from oral sex. But lucky for you, you can’t get anything. The lycanthropy destroys everything but itself, so you’re disease free. Do you even know how many of the women in your pack and Verne’s you’ve slept with?”

“Yes,” he said, and the anger was still there.

“Do I want to know the number?”

“No,” he said.

“But I’ll bet I’ve never even come close to a number that large in my bed.”

“I thought you said you hadn’t kept track of what I was doing.”

“I’ve heard a little, enough to know you’ve cleared three digits, or close to it. So let’s agree not to get too possessive, or too self-righteous. Neither of us has the room for it.”

He covered his face with his hands and made a sound, almost a growl.

Jean-Claude looked at me, his face was fighting for neutral, but not quite making it. We were closer than we’d ever been to being a true triumverate, and Richard and I were blowing it.

“Fine, you’re right, you’re right. If this is going to work, you’re right,” Richard said.

I was the only one who saw the relief and surprise on Jean-Claude’s face. By the time Richard lowered his hands and sat up, Jean-Claude’s face was back to pleasant and unreadable.

I guess my face was surprised enough for both of us.

Richard smiled at me, though his eyes were still not happy.

“I wanted you in this bed. I’m not going to throw it away being stupid.” His smile brightened and finally filled his eyes. “Alright, I’ll try not to be too pigheaded, but lately I can’t seem to help it,”

“Welcome to my world,” I said.

The smile got warmer. “Trade me places,” he said.

I frowned. “What?”

“Trade me places.” He scooted away from Jean-Claude and patted the bed next to the other man.

“You here.”

I was still frowning, but not unhappy. I was more puzzled than anything. “Why?”

“I want to return the favor.”

“The favor?”

“Lay down,” he said, and patted the bed again. “Let Jean-Claude hold your hands.”

I couldn’t help frowning harder. “I’m not a headboard rider. He doesn’t need to hold my hands.”

“I felt how strong he is. Stong enough that when he holds your hands down you won’t be able to get free.”

I looked at his face.

“I am to be your ropes,” Jean-Claude said.

Richard nodded, but kept looking at me.

“And what will you be doing while Jean-Claude holds me down?”

“Whatever I want to do.”

I frowned harder. “Uh-unh, I need more of a clue than that.”

“Don’t you trust me?” And just the way he said it, the look in his face made me want to say no. If we’d been alone I don’t think I’d have let him tie me up without a detailed list of planned activities. But Jean-Claude I trusted to referee. This new, more reasonable, more seductive Richard, I wasn’t sure of yet.

“Anyone who’s said ‘trust me’ or ‘don’t you trust me’ to me couldn’t be trusted.”

“So you don’t trust me,” he said, and the smile faded at the corners.

“I didn’t say that.”

“What did you say, ma petite?” Jean-Claude asked.

“Yes.”

Richard frowned at me. Jean-Claude made a small line in his forehead, for him a frown, when he was trying not to show anything.

“Yes,” I said.

Jean-Claude smiled. It took Richard a moment longer to get it. “Yes,” he said.

I nodded.

“Yes,” he said again.

I nodded, again.

He smiled, and the smile was that wonderful smile. The one that made him look younger, more relaxed, more . . . himself, somehow.

I felt a smile spread across my face, a smile that