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Part Five! (CW continued + more public-ish/outdoor-ish sex, Attempted MURder) "We'll play along. Follow their strange rules. We have to lower their guard." Eddie kisses his brow gently and Steve cuts his eyes toward Robin. "And then we'll run."

But while the news of Eddie's role in the siege renews Steve's determination to flee, it does nothing to change how his body responds to the alpha nor diminishes any desire for his touch. The next two days follow similar routine; they ride through the sun dappled woods for hours, stopping at least

once to ostensibly water and feed the horses and let the pack rest but really so that Eddie can drag him far enough away to satiate the thrumming need under his hot skin. With his mouth, with his fingers, his fist, his swell when Steve convinced him to join properly. The pack whistled and laughed

While no one would touch Steve, not even to pass a loaf of bread, they did speak to him; borrowing words learned from Robin to ask if he liked such and such food or used the growing selection he could recognize, remember, and repeat with creative ingenuity to find out more about their new princess.

They were interested in Robin, despite her earlier taboo. They could talk to her, /with/ her, which Steve noted longingly, and a redheaded alpha especially liked her or at least rode alongside the cart at the back of the caravan during the long days of travel.

And they liked Steve, he thought, especially in the cold mornings before they remounted when he and Eddie stumbled out of their tent. They sent him kind smiles and cheeky winks or blushed upon seeing him, likely having heard the muffled sounds of their joining that evening and again in the morning.