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Understood?”
    Marcus nodded grimly and Birch disappeared into the shadows.
    “What the hell?” Marcus glared at her with a look of sheer disgust.
    Deborah was hurt and confused. “I don’t know. He seemed genuine to me. Nice, even.”
    “Nice?” Marcus was angry now; his voiced hissed with it. “Are you totally out of your mind, Deborah? We witness him beating a woman tied to a tree and assaulting her, then you catch him trying to fucking rob us, and you call him nice ?”
    Put like that, Deborah could see his point of view pretty clearly, and her shoulders dropped. Trusting her instinct was obviously something she should never allow herself to do. “But he said she was his wife.”
    “So?”
    “She looked like she was enjoying herself.”
    “We’ve got no idea what was really going on down there, do we?”
    Deborah melted into the memory of being fucked in the dirt watching Hazel tied to the tree. She didn’t want to believe it was non-consensual. She couldn’t believe it. She wouldn’t. The look they’d shared had said it all. And she did believe Birch...there was something about him. It was an aura he gave off through his wiry frame and wild look. He was hiding out there, just like them.
    “But he’s a man , Marcus. You’ve got to believe his story.”
    “Why? Why should I? Just because we’re all being rounded up and herded off to God knows where doesn’t mean it’s ‘all brothers unite’.”
    She knew he was just trying to protect himself, protect them, but something was telling her that they needed Birch. Needed his knowledge. After all, they had no idea how long they’d have to hide in the wild, and for an academic and a stowaway, the more help and instruction they received in the art of survival, the better.
    “Come on, Marcus, let’s take a chance on him,” she said, reaching out to catch hold of his hand as he rose to stand before her.
    Her mind kept racing back to the sensations and sights of earlier, especially the white arc of Birch’s seed spilling over the earth. Heat built in her womb and spread low into her pelvis, turning her sex to molten desire once more. Her mouth watered as she glimpsed a stirring in Marcus’s crotch. She leaned forward and unfastened his belt and jeans, pulling them apart as he gently slid his fingers through her hair. He smelled of sex and earth as he stiffened before her eyes and she inhaled every part of his shaft, into the heavenly thicket of his hair where their pheromones gathered. Every breath made her feel high on sex musk, and she hungrily made her way back to his shining head, already beaded with dewy liquid. Licking the pearly treasure, she savored the sweet-salty blend, rolling her tongue decadently over him. She peeked up with a mouthful of his cock to see his head drop back in bliss.
    Turning her focus back to tasting and devouring him, she used her whole body to undulate her tongue and mouth around him. The swaying came from her toes, rocking her buttocks, rolling her hips and snaking her spine until all the kinetic force of her muscles wrapped him up in her flesh. Coating her teeth with her lips, she bit into his shaft and slid all the way down until she couldn’t even breathe through her nose, he was so buried into her throat. She sighed as the grip on her hair tightened and he began to pull her harder and thrust with his hips at the same time.
    It was an exhilarating feeling to be at each other’s mercy like this. Again and again she sucked and withdrew, taking in air as she rode him with her mouth. She was holding his buttocks in her hands, relishing the twitching and tensing of the strong flesh every time they pumped into each other. Her pussy was sore and wet and her nipples buzzed with electricity as she squeezed her thighs hard, rubbing up and down, trying to fend off her rising need.
    Cupping his tightening balls in one hand, she slid her middle finger through to his perineum and lightly tickled it with her nail. It had the