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  “No, let me,” Aidan said, pushing my hands away as I went to undo the buttons of my blouse. He surged forward and dropped kisses along my neck as he removed my shirt in record time, my eyes falling closed and my hand going to the back of his neck. He flicked my bra clasp loose and was unbuttoning my jeans before I could even register it. Another set of hands started to work them down. Peter, I thought as I felt those broad hands stroke across my arse, pushing the fabric down. I lifted my feet on automatic to free them, because my attention followed Aidan’s.

  He traced the line where my underwear met my skin, chuckling when I gasped as they slid under. It seemed he was tempted to repeat the leisurely inspection of when we were all in the truck, but my words perhaps reminded him of what he was allowed to do. He shoved them down so they locked around my thighs, and then his fingers pushed in.

  “Flick…” came his throaty purr. “You’re drenched.”

  Any reply I might’ve had was cut off by a punishing kiss, his tongue thrusting past my lips as his fingers forced their way into me and opened me up in a brutal way that sent shivers up my spine. His fingers curled up as he sucked my lips, tracing them with his tongue. Venom soaked kisses worked their way down my neck as he pushed me higher in this quick, efficient climb to orgasm. I clawed at his shoulders as he rubbed the place that ached the most.

  He bit me when I came, not hard enough to place a mark on me, but my eyes flicked open at the sharp sensation joining the rollicking wave of pleasure. Behind us, I saw Peter and Sen standing there naked, idly stroking their cocks.

  “On your hands and knees,” Aidan growled when he wrenched his fingers free, drawing a yelp from me. “I want to look at that perfect arse when I fuck you. I can get so fucking deep from that position, it’ll feel like you take my whole length.”

  Green eyed Aidan was alien and somehow thrilling for it. I nodded and then got on the bed.

  He was on me before I’d even managed to get settled, yanking my limbs into place, then lining his cock up, smearing my wetness around the head before surging forward.

  “Fuck!” I cried as he filled me, the casual brutality a far cry from his usually much more solicitous approach.

  “You OK?” he ground out.

  “Yes,” I rasped.

  “You’ll tell me to stop if anything hurts or gets too much?”

  I nodded.

  “I’m trusting you, babe. I’m trusting you to know your limits and communicate them. Don’t let me down. Now,” his hand slapped down on my shoulder, “I’m gonna fuck you and come in your hot little cunt.”

  I couldn’t make any more comments, my mouth falling open as he worked himself in and out of me. My cunt felt over sensitive and not sensitive enough, swollen around him and just getting more so from the delicious friction. A part of me that didn’t get to come out except for now thrilled at this, that my loving Aidan could be broken by me, thrusting inside over and over, faster and faster, because of me. I knew I was driving him mad, because he told me so, because he was doing the same to me.

  “Look at her.”

  My eyes flicked open to see Sen and Peter had sprawled across the bed in front of me, watching every damn thing with rapt eyes. Sen smiled, like I had pleased him beyond measure.

  “Look at her,” he commanded needlessly, Peter’s eyes already burning into mine. “She’s so fucking beautiful.”

  “She’s always beautiful,” Peter rumbled.

  “Agreed, but this is the beauty I love the most. When a woman completely loses control, and all that messy, sexy disarray they try to hide comes flooding out. I’ll see you painted in cum before the sun rises, Flick,” he said.

  “Promise?” I moaned.

  But Aidan tugged my attention back to him, his fingers sliding between my legs as his thrusts grew increasingly erratic.

  “You’re going to come soon,” my lover groaned.

  And I was. I felt it prickling up my thighs, up my spine, his plunges cutting through all my fluttery spasms of bliss, rising and rising, the pleasure so sweet, I could taste it on my tongue. It was him, Aidan, my love. My cunt snapped down on him, forcing hard waves of ecstasy through my body, then wrenching the cum out of him.

  “Fuck!”

  Something soft and heavy settled through my body as I felt him empty. Part of it made me want to collapse onto the bed as Aidan did against me. The other had my eyes flicking open, searching for new prey.

  “Your beast is hungry,” Sen said with a pleased nod. “What about your boy here? You ever taken him?”

  I’d thought Sen was going to be all Dom-like, ordering me and the boys around, but he was something else altogether. Aidan pulled free of me and collapsed onto the bed, so I moved over and kissed him as we panted.

  “Are you—”

  “That was fucking hot,” I said, interrupting him. “You felt feral.”

  “I was. Still am,” he said, writhing on the bed, his cock twitching and still mostly hard. “You’re gonna wish you never said anything, Flick. My balls have been boiling since I met you.”

  “Never,” I said with a smile, running my hand down the side of his face, and his eyes closed as I tangled my fingers in his beard.

  “Love you,” he said almost sleepily.

  “Love you too.”

  When I looked back at the two of them, Sen looked intrigued and Peter worried. He was still hard as a rock, so not that scared, but I saw the frantic swallow of his throat, the urge to pull away as I crawled closer. I made my way up his legs and locked him down when I settled back on my heels, feeling the slick of Aidan’s cum on my thighs.

  “You must be wondering what that’d feel like, going in,” Sen said, and both our eyes jerked to him. He rewarded us with a smile. “The thing I love about heats is it gives a woman an excuse to let go and let that greedy little girl inside her come out. The one who wants to eat cake until it makes her sick, guzzle bottles of beer down, feed her appetites. Are you a greedy girl, Flick?”

  His words were delivered coolly, seductively, like this was the most tremendous of games, which was of course, sexy as hell. But there was something in them that pricked at me, that I was wanting too much, showing a side of myself that every part of society tried to hold down.

  “I think you are,” he said, a hint of steel in his voice, pushing at me, cutting through my paper-thin defences with little effort. “What do you want to do with your mate’s big hard cock?”

  “I want to try.” I said that to Peter, not Sen. I watched those troubled brown eyes. “If you don’t want me to—”

  “Of course I fucking want to,” Peter growled, then looking instantly abashed. “Every time I touch you or smell you, I dream of it and how it’d feel. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “So don’t,” Sen said. “Let her take the responsibility from you. You’re just there for her to use for her pleasure.” Something flared hard in Peter’s eyes. Sen rolled into a kneeling position. “I want to come behind you, play with those lush tits and stroke your clit. I’ve seen women take dicks as big or bigger than that before.”

  “Here?” Peter asked with a frown.

  Sen nodded. When Peter continued to look suspicious, he said, “I can tell you who if you want to compare notes.” Peter shook his head, frowning. “Here,” he said to me, handing me a bottle of lube. “Get him nice and slick. Doesn’t matter how wet you are, more lubricant is going to help things. Now…” He swung around until he was at my back, his hands landing on my shoulders. “You gonna let me touch you as you fight to take that cock, greedy girl?”

  When I tipped my head back to reply, he kissed me, slowly, thoroughly, then he waited.

  “Yes,” I said finally, rewarded instantly by the stroke of his hands up my spine.

  “Good girl.”

  “You’ve gotta be clear with me too,” I said to Peter as I held his throbbing cock that now shone with a thick layer of lubricant, the veins standing out proud on the shaft, the head swollen and red. “T
alk to me if you hate this.”

  “Can’t hate you,” he grunted out, his eyes fighting to hold mine. I took his hand and squeezed it, then shifted forward, lining him up. Instantly, I was aware of the challenges I was facing. He felt so much bigger when I brushed him against me, which felt great on my clit, but then I moved him down.

  “You can do this,” Sen said as he settled against me, his erection poking into my butt, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. “Fuck, these are nice.”

  “So’s that,” I whimpered as his fingers pulled gently on my nipples. He paused when I did.

  “I move when you do, sweetness, or until you decide you’ve gone as far as you can.”

  “Bossy…”

  He laughed at that. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”

  I dragged my eyes open and locked them with Peter’s.

  “Ready?”

  He nodded, a sharp thing.

  Oh. My. God.

  I could see where he would have had problems. If you weren’t suitably warmed up, maybe being out of heat would be an issue, but I had both. I let out a long embarrassing groan, but I couldn’t help it, especially when Sen’s fingers slid down to tease my clit.

  “Flick?” came Peter’s strangled response.

  “So good,” I panted out. “So full.”

  Peter surged forward, his mouth crashing down on mine, but only for a moment. It was too intense, and both of us were reduced to panting against each other’s lips.

  “Fuck, Flick, you’re so tight and hot.”

  “And about as far as I’m gonna go,” I said when I felt him press against my cervix. I paused there, my legs shaking with the effort of going slow.

  “Goddess. So much better than I dreamed.” Each word was punctuated by a frantic kiss.

  “You OK, Flick?” Sen asked. “You want Pete to take over?”

  “No,” he replied with a snap. “She can control it this way.”

  “And so can you. You're not some savage beast. You're not gonna be able to go freaking nuts like a bloke less blessed, but you won’t need to. You’d be jammed up tight against her g-spot and making her feel so good. Let her lie down and rest. I’m gonna lavish all the attention these fucking stupendous tits deserve, because damn, and you’re gonna fuck her until she comes, right?”

  “Mmm…” I mumbled, feeling drowsy with the sensation. I wanted to come, it was just there out of reach, but I was too dopey to do anything about it.

  “She’s getting pack drunk. Probably all those happy hormones flooding her so she can take you.”

  “Fine,” was Peter’s answering snarl.

  I was picked up and laid tenderly on the bed, then Peter pulled out, causing me to grab the air and whine, trying to pull him back closer. He returned soon enough, the feel of him pushing in taking my breath away all over again, but then I felt the brushing, then suckling at my nipples, a blunt thumb coming to rub on my clit.

  “Oh god…” I cried. “Fuck me.”

  “You heard the girl.”

  “I know what the fuck to do. We don’t actually need you here.”

  “No? You hadn’t sealed the deal until I got here. I know you love her, but that doesn’t necessarily mean treating her with kid gloves. To be blunt, Kade’s head was bigger when he was born than anything you’re packing. So let's make our girl happy and give her what she wants.”

  “Our girl?”

  I couldn’t focus on the words, my fingers clawing at Peter as he began to move.

  Sen sighed. “For the next week at least, she is.”

  I’d said I’d wanted to just give in and experience, and that’s what I had to do now. My attention narrowed down to three points of my body—my breasts, my clit, and Peter inside me, and that’s all I had space for. His progress was slow at first, and his cock dragged as he pulled back, pushing up against my g-spot and making me feel that overly swollen, ‘god, I might pee’ feeling, before he drew back again.

  There was something almost endless about this, with none of Aidan’s frantic desperation. Peter couldn’t, locking all of that away to keep me safe. But there was something in this I’d never really experienced. I felt completely passive and limp as he worked himself inside me, just one big pleasure receptor being stroked over and over again.

  The first time I came was a bit of a surprise to both of us. I was swimming in an ocean of lovely sensation, when my clit abruptly started to throb, my mouth and eyes falling open. Peter’s eyes widened as he felt me tighten around him, every muscle pulling at him as I rode the waves of it, then those brown depths softened.

  Even my pleasure, which hadn’t abated as he continued to move and the promise of another orgasm tightened in my spine, faded away at that. Had anyone ever looked at me like this before? Like I hung the sun and the moon, like I was the constellations and beyond? He frowned slightly, with the effort of holding it all back—what he felt, what he wanted to tell me, what he needed to unleash.

  “Come, love,” I said, reaching up to stroke his face, his head turning into it. “It’s OK.”

  And it was. Sen pulled away, realising he wasn’t needed, as Peter loomed above me, his strokes growing longer and more erratic, his arms shaking as he moved.

  “Come,” I moaned, feeling all the pleasure from before and more wash over me. “Give it to me.”

  He sounded like someone tore his heart out when it happened, his eyes finally falling closed so I had an unimpeded view of him being destroyed. I felt the moment his back arched, the first spurt, then the rhythmic pulses along his shaft that drew me with them.

  The pleasure was like the falling of a fine mist, prickling against your skin, covering you, saturating you, until you were drowning in it. I rolled into his arms when he finally pulled free, and for a moment, we just lay there.

  “Thank you for trusting me,” I whispered, and he replied by tugging me closer. “Was it good?”

  “Words are pretty fucking inadequate to describe what that was like for me,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “That was…everything.”

  “Everything for me too,” I sighed, burrowing my head into his chest.

  “How’re you doing, greedy girl?”

  My eyes fluttered open to see a smiling Sen sitting and looking down at me.

  “Aftercare can be pretty important during a heat. You OK? Not feeling cold or shaky?”

  I shook my head. I just felt drowsy and happy. I told him that, and he reached over and kissed me on the forehead.

  “Well, I might duck out and grab some clothes and stuff, if you still want me to stick around?”

  I frowned at that, a pang of something unpleasant cutting through my haze at the thought of one of the guys leaving. So I rolled over, pushing him down on the bed, and was rewarded by a very surprised look on his face. It was kinda nice to see that confident façade rocked for a change. I moved him until he was in a good position, then laid my head down on his arm and snuggled into his side.

  “Did you really want to leave?” I asked, drawing small circles in the light smattering of hair arrowing down from his bellybutton to his groin.

  “No. That’s the problem. You all are flooding this room with all these feel good pack pheromones.”

  Oh shit, I realised. I barely knew this guy, and here was I, snuggling up like he was my mate or something. I went to pull away, but his arm tightened around me.

  “Not like that. I want to breathe them in and just…” His voice trailed off. “I’ve done a lot of this, heats. Quite a few women here have given me a spin, but it's never turned out to be anything other than heat fever.” He paused when he felt me stiffen, rolling over to face me. Those grey eyes searched mine, then he smoothed my hair back from my face. “That’s not your responsibility, so stop that little brain of yours from ticking away. Any break in the heat like this is a good time to eat, hydrate, look after your body. I was just gonna go for a quick drive to clear my head. I just didn’t want to step out while you were asleep, let you think I’d t
aken off.”

  “Yeah, of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t really think this through. We’ve spoken more today than we ever have before. Fuck, this is weird.”

  He smiled and shrugged. “It’s heat.”

  “Look, if you need to tap out at any time, I’ll understand. I can’t promise you anything.”

  “I know. I—”

  “I want to. Right now, I’m full of all this soft, squishy goodness, and I want everyone to be included in it.” I thought of the mysterious Snowy relegated to the spare bedroom and frowned. “But I can’t. I’m done rushing into things, and I have to think of Kade.”

  “It’s OK. I put two and two together. It's half the reason why I was keen to get to know him first. If he can’t accept me…” His eyes slid down. “One of the guys in my mum’s pack joined us when I was around his age. Said all the right things at the start… Let's just say seeing the way he was with my younger brothers was an interesting experience. They looked a lot like him, and all of a sudden, he was this patient, loving guy.” He pressed his lips to my hair. “Kade might not warm to me, you might not, but I never want to be the guy that ends up coming between a woman and her child.”

  “Thanks for understanding,” I said, right as my stomach decided to ruin this little moment with a rowdy rumble. “What were you saying about food?”

  “Oh my god, what is this?” I asked after swallowing down the spoonful Sen offered me.

  “My mother’s truffle trifle. She developed the recipe when she went into heat. Said she needed something super sweet and rich to keep her energy levels up and to tempt her away from the bedroom.”

  “She told you that?”

  “When I was an adult, yeah. She’s pretty blunt about things like that. Doesn’t believe in pussyfooting around. If you let her get close, she’s gonna wanna talk allll about the situation with Monster there.”

  “Please don’t call him that.”

  I said the words quietly, but the terse tone was apparent. He nodded in response.

  “Cool, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. Look.” He put the spoon down in the tray and dusted off his hands on his jeans. “I might take off for that walk, clear my head again, and then come back with some gear. Would that be OK?”