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“Yes, love,” Jack replied. I knew the moment Jack had pushed his fingers in, as Hawk groaned into my thigh.

The subtle vibrations had my already aching cunt twitching.

I wanted it all, to see Jack touch Hawk, to be the one doing it, to be the one in Hawk’s position, and the realisation we could do all of that settled something inside me.

“You want to see me drive Hawk mad, don’t you? ”

I nodded, completely caught up in Jack’s devilish grin. I glanced up when Brandon pulled away and saw an interesting look there, almost of recognition.

“I’ll fucking come, and I want to... I want to....”

“You’ll do everything and more. Now lick the nice lady’s pussy. Make her feel like I make you feel.”

Whatever Jack was doing was apparently incredible. All Hawk’s gentleness was now gone—he buried his face in me, sucking and licking and thrusting his tongue inside me with a kind of rabid fury that just drove me insane.

“No...” I moaned when Brandon started sucking on my breasts, alternating between sweet suckles and almost bites. It was all happening so quick, pleasure rampaging through my body. I fought their holds, my whole body twitching as they pushed me higher and higher. Then, Hawk shoved his fingers in.

“Oh fuck!” My hands clawed at the bed as he worked those two fingers in and out.

“Add another if you’re going to fuck her,” Brandon said, jerking his head up.

I was about to whinge, complain, tell him to shut the fuck up, when Hawk did. I went rigid at the sudden intrusion, the stretch taking my body a second to decide whether it was good or bad. Good, I quickly realised. Then, he curled his fingers up.

Fuck, I was coming. They moved over me, wringing every last drop of pleasure out of me, but it all just melded into some kind of mass of sensation. I felt a rush as the spasms washed through me, and when I opened my eyes, everyone stared at the glow in my chest.

“Please,” I said. “I need you.”

Hawk nodded, Jack scrambling onto the bed, cock in hand. “I wanna see your pussy stretched around his dick so badly,” he said, stroking his. His eyes went wide when I replaced it with mine, the muscles in his abdomen flexing as I stroked.

“Go slow. Be careful,” Brandon said.

“Brandon...” I had been about to tell him to back off. Sometimes, it felt like we were all just sex dolls that he wanted to rearrange to have safe, safe sex. I rolled my head back as Hawk moved between my thighs and looked up into those grey eyes. “You want to make sure I’m OK.”

“Always, love. There’s so much going on and so many moving parts....”

I took my hand in his, his voice trailing away.

“You’ll take things slow, won’t you, Hawk? You’re going to take your time working that fat cock up inside me?”

“Right up until you can take every inch,” he replied.

“That cool?”

I saw it then, a flash of gratitude that made me wonder how the fuck Brandon was going to cope when we went through the gate, but he grabbed my hand and then spoke to Jack.

“Stroke her clit while he’s doing it. She’ll enjoy it so much more.”

Hawk took some of the lube from Jack and worked it on his cock, smiling when he saw my rapt inspection. I imagined his hand slowed down to make it a show of it, but pretty quickly, he was between my legs. God, my head fell back as I felt that big blunt crown rubbing against me.

“Oh, God...”

He was gentle, but that didn’t lessen the impact of the intrusion.

Brandon was right, this was a bit more than I was used to first up, and I felt the stretch.

But he only moved forward in a series of small, rocking motions, the head of his cock dragging hard against my front wall and creating a deep burning ache inside me.

“Fuck, look at you inside her,” Jack said. His dick pulsed in my hand, but it was almost forgotten. His eyes took in every flex of Hawk’s hips, every shift of mine, his eyes scanning, scanning, until he grabbed Hawk’s face and thrust his tongue down his throat.

Fuuuck... I watched every moment of the kiss, loving the way those strong muscular hands clasped Hawk’s head, the hard grind of their lips together.

“It’s hot, isn’t it?” Brandon asked. My head jerked back, but he smiled. “It’s a privilege, to see two people who love each other so much kiss like that.”

“What about you?” I went to reach for him, but he shook his head, circling my nipple with the tip of his finger.

“Not yet. It’s not time.”

“Not time? You’re always saying shit like that. How do you know when is the right time?”

I didn’t get an answer, as Hawk surged forward and my mouth fell open.

They were a well-coordinated team—Jack stroking my clit and keeping an intense simmering pleasure going there as Hawk moved deeper and deeper.

Both grinned like little boys at the panting sounds of pleasure I was making, ones that only got louder when they leaned over and kissed again.

By the time Hawk had buried himself, I was gone.

My brain was offline, and I could no longer process the massive overload of sensation.

Then, he began to move, and I was lost. The room, the guys, everything dropped away until it was just this driving sensation, in and out of me, over and over.

And my body welcomed it. It surrendered, opened to this external force, and then just as our wolves had joined each other in the run, we moved as one.

Was Hawk fucking me, or was I rocking him?

It didn’t matter. We were one in that moment, the other parts of ourselves adjuncts, drawing us along, all of us, moving, moving.

“Fuck, Jules. I’m gonna come. You’re so fucking tight.”

I pulled him down on top of me, so that we almost slithered together rather than fucked. My nails dug into his shoulders, my jaws opening, the venom burning in my mouth.

“Jules!” Brandon’s, Jack’s voices were one warning growl.

I balked at it, feeling Hawk growing harder and harder.

I rolled us on the bed, his eyes going wide as I took the dominant position.

I rode him like my Tirian ran, long galloping strokes, faster and faster, until something swelled hard inside me.

I was flung off a cliff, my arms flailing in the air as orgasm hit. Hawk shouted as I milked every last drop out of him, pleasure shimmering through me from head to toes. After an interminable pause, I dropped down on top of him, his lips fitting mine like a key in a lock.

Finally, he stroked my hair back from my face, a blissed-out look on his. “Jack?”

I nodded, pulling free of him with a little wince that Brandon noted, but I fell on Jack, shoving him down on the bed and grabbing his cock before lining him up.

“Yes, love,” he hissed as I eased him in.

“God, you feel so fucking good.” I stared down at him, watching every little shift in expression as I moved.

He grabbed my hips, thrusting up into me as I slid down, and we developed a rollicking rhythm.

This was an oddly vulnerable moment right now.

I felt the pleasure of his body connecting with mine, but that was secondary to the ache in my chest. The last time we fucked had been a vicious thing, but now I could see the Jack Hawk loved.

He was so expressive, his mobile face shifting and his mouth yammering out some kind of stream of consciousness rubbish that made sense to no one but him.

He rolled me over as our strokes grew faster, my legs going around his waist. He loomed over me as he rested on his forearms, blotting out all of the artificial light and replacing it with his own.

“Jack...” I said as the glow began. It started from his centre, spreading out to limn his tattoo and then wash through his hair.

He was radiant, bright enough to hurt my eyes to look at, but I couldn’t look away.

He kissed me, my name mumbled against my lips, the frantic tension in our bodies pulling tighter and tighter.

When we came, my arms wrapped around him, as if he needed sheltering from the fallout.

We were one body, twitching and jerking, struck by the beautiful lightning we’d been able to conjure.

When he finally dropped to the bed, gasping for breath, the light inside him did not dim.

He looked like a fallen god, and Hawk—his dutiful worshipper—collected him up in his arms and kissed him.

“Stay with me,” Brandon said as he took Jack’s place.

When our bodies joined there was a weight to it, like things long awaited had finally fallen into place.

Jack and Hawk moved to either side of us, stroking my body and leaving trails of bright light in their hands’ wake.

“Stay with me,” he said again when my eyes threatened to close, as my back began to arch.

“Stay here, my beautiful mate. Just here.”

I could confidently say this was the most intimate sex I’d ever had.

He stared into my eyes, and I got lost in their soft grey depths.

What we did, how we moved, wasn’t relevant.

He asked me to stay with him, and I did.

It was Brandon, and he was now my mate, and this was our first time together as mates.

“Here it comes,” he said, and I frowned.

What did he mean? Oh, it was just the glow growing brighter again. “That’s it, Jules. Now reach for it.”

Reach for what? My hands were on his ribs and unable to be moved, glued there somehow by a thrumming energy. I felt a gentle prickle of fear, but he said, “It’s OK, Jules. I’ve got you, now reach for it.”

I pulled my hands away from him, the effort forcing them down on Jack and Hawk.

When my palms hit their skin, it was as if a circuit had been completed.

All of us glowed, brighter and brighter, but with it came a rushing sound.

The door slammed open—I was dimly aware of that—and when someone reached for us, I couldn’t make out who for the blinding light, then it all dropped away.