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I press my face into her palms and drink. The water is cool and clean on my lips and tongue, purer than anything I've tasted in my life. I swallow it all down and lift my head panting.

“Want more, little one?” he purrs softly.

I nod, blushing at his endearment.

Dog smiles and strokes my cheek. He walks to the edge to collect more rain. As he does so, a man-shaped shadow appears in the distance. We both tense up, but immediately relax when we realize it's just Truk returning from his hunt with a pair of wild hares slung over his shoulder.

He steps out of the rain and into the circle of firelight before shaking the water off his body like a wet dog. I put my hand over my mouth to hide my amusement at the sight.

But something about his animalistic nature also makes me hot, and another painful pulse of desire courses through my body, tightening my sex.

I bite back a groan. I need to control myself in front of these men.

After shivering, Truk stands erect, twisting his hips and stretching