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I felt the two of them still beside me, then reality upended itself.

Rather than resting on one guy while another was at my back, I was lifted up into a swirling maelstrom of movement and sensation.

Mouths went everywhere—kissing, licking, sucking, separating my folds and spearing a tongue inside, biting just firmly enough to send shivers down my spine.

Fingers stroked, rubbed, flicked. Dicks pushed in or ground against my thigh.

Then I heard the gasps. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it down our bond.

The same was happening to the two of them.

How do I describe what it felt like? It should have been overwhelming, the pleasure wrought swamping my body and mind, reducing my consciousness down to a small point that hovered at the back of my skull and watched in awe.

Instead, it was like a symphony. Our minds played these psychic facsimiles of our bodies like instruments, imagining more and more ways we could please the other, stirred on by the pleasure we created and that in our own bodies.

Then it felt like the need to specify licks on nipples or hands on cocks fell away.

Rather, we became bodiless. We hummed around each other, great clouds of pleasure spiralling higher and higher, until the intensity was almost frightening.

I felt a few answering spikes of fear down the bond, and that seemed to bring things to a natural conclusion.

I guess I could call it a psychic orgasm, though that label seemed inadequate to describe it.

But what else was it? Layers and layers of pleasure pulsed through us, bringing us down gently and taking all the searching, needing, and just releasing it.

Then came a moment of the purest satisfaction, and when I opened my eyes, the world rushed back—the real one.

We all stood now with our arms around each other, the feelings we’d induced together still making our skin twitch.

We were in an alien world, under a purple-leaved tree, and just were.

When Brandon kissed me, then Aaron, and when he did the same, it didn’t matter whose lips were on whose mouth.

I could feel their love, their desire, their pleasure as clearly as I could my own.

For just this moment, we were in perfect accord.

Then it was my turn. I leaned over and sucked Aaron’s plush bottom lip into my mouth, tasted the coffee and mint there, found my arms tightening as I sought to fill the smallest gaps between us.

Then it was Brandon, tasting of nicotine and caffeine and smelling of sandalwood, and I drowned in him as he did in me.

When we finally drew apart, there was almost an air of embarrassment for a moment. I shook my head.

“That was beautiful. It can’t last, but let's not…”

I was lost for words, but they nodded. They knew. They both straightened and met my eyes and each other’s head on. We loved each other, and right now, we were filled with that gorgeously insane belief that that would solve the world’s problems.

Aaron turned to me. “Jules, it’s customary to be with your mate on the night of the celebration.” I winced at that, thinking of how Finn and Brandon’s had gone. He shook his head, grabbing my hand and sending reassuring pulses down the bond. “I want Brandon with us.”

For a second, I just basked in that golden hazel gaze and felt the most immense feeling of relief.

I didn’t know how I would get the others on side, but if Brandon had Aaron at least, then I could rest a little easier knowing he had that additional support.

He is so strong , I thought, my eyes scanning that lean form covered in a worn grey t-shirt and some jeans, those grey eyes almost luminous against his brown skin.

But I don’t want him to have to be strong on his own anymore.

He grinned suddenly, as he seemed to hear my words, his eyebrows twitching quizzically.

“Of course,” I replied belatedly. “But what about the two of you? You don’t always have to put me in the middle of things. I’d be hurt if you kicked me to the curb, but it seems like you’ve got stuff to explore between you.”

The stab I felt when I saw a light flare in Aaron’s eyes was both beautiful and terrible.

I was a product of my conditioning, having been brought up to feel that that light should only shine for me, but I consciously put that to one side.

I didn’t believe that people should do that, I only felt Iike I needed to.

It was still there, just as bright, maybe even brighter, when the big guy looked at me.

So, I watched his gaze seek Brandon’s with a happy if slightly sore heart. Brandon wasn’t quite as happy.

His face demonstrated perfectly what I had felt, but more, his eyes tightened, as if trying to brace himself against the pleasure-pain.

“I saw us, a million iterations of us,” Brandon said, his voice creaking with the effort.

“It’s always Jules for me. It’s not that I couldn’t love others, but that she was always there, between anyone else and myself.

In the reality where it was just us together, I smashed you.

” His eyes darted down and then up again.

“I ripped your heart out when Jules came to Sanctuary. I still loved you, but there she was, the one I’d grown up engulfed in.

She was there in the flesh, living and breathing, and so beautiful…

” He blinked for a second, a greenish cast filling his eyes.

“For me, it’s always Jules, and everything else comes after that.

I’ll give you as much as you want, probably more than you’ll ever want, but Jules…

I made sure we never went down that track.

I didn’t want to get involved with anyone because it’s always Jules for me. ”

“So, you made sure I did too.”

Aaron’s words were gentle, there was no recrimination, but they were hard ones to hear. Brandon met his gaze head on and then nodded, a quick jerk of his head.

“It was the only way I could love the both of you.”

I think we, the whole world, held our breath unconsciously as we waited. When the sound of Aaron’s sigh came, it was the most beautiful thing.

“C’mere,” he rumbled.

Brandon and I both glanced at each other, not sure who he was talking to, so Aaron opened his arms and tugged the two of us into them.

“I have to remind myself you do this out of love,” he said.

I heard the words with my ear pressed against his chest, so they reverberated through my whole body.

Brandon pulled back slightly so he could meet Aaron’s gaze, and he nodded.

“Well, as to Jules’ original question, if the only thing on the table is making love with two of my mates, I’ll think myself pretty fucking lucky.

This mission, watching the two of you, it’s shredding my bloody resolve.

I always thought I was a pretty staunch bloke, but I knew nothing until I got involved with you two.

I feel like my fucking heart is out there in two pieces, walking around, getting in trouble with the local wildlife, looking so fucking vulnerable.

I want to lock you both in one of the trucks and never let you out, just to give me some peace from this ache in my chest. But I can’t, because this is who you are.

Jules will stumble into trouble, Brandon will be pulling strings from behind the scenes, and that’s the way it is.

I’m a loyal bloke, I don’t let go of people easily, and I’ll love the two of you, no matter what.

But if there’s any chance you could either avoid getting in trouble or tell me what the fuck is going on, I’d appreciate it. ”