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Because he knows , I thought. Familiarity was the perfect breeding ground for love and complacency, and he would never allow the negative to happen.

When they pulled apart, I took in their pants and their bee-stung lips hungrily, imagining them wrapped around my nipples, sucking each other’s cocks.

Fuck this. This was my pack, and it was time for the games to stop.

“Tent, now.”

“You need to eat, Jules,” one of them said.

I didn’t know which. Food was completely superfluous as other hungers that had been stoked so carefully roared to life.

I was starving for them. I needed them naked and under and over me.

I needed us to come together, to try and replicate as best we could what we had wrought in the psychic space.

Being apart from them hurt. My skin itched, and I needed their hands on me.

Brandon shook his head as he watched my fingers turn to claws.

“We’ll bring your food. You’re eating it afterwards.”

“Whatever. Let's go.”

I dimly noted my pack’s reaction as we stood to leave.

Jack and Hawk smiled as we went, still feeling the first throb of the mate bond enough to know what was happening.

Finn just followed us with his eyes without response.

Slade was drinking and talking shit with Aaron’s guys, but he looked up and frowned slightly when we left. He managed to smile and wave though.

“Naked,” I snapped as soon as we dove within the darkened gloom of the tent. A small LED light cast deep shadows over them, showed me they weren’t following my instructions. “Now.”

“Now, Jules…” Brandon said.

“No, no, no,” I said, shaking my head violently. “You’ve played your games, but that ends now. I can’t anymore. I need you, please. I’m not above begging.”

They both glanced at each other, looking concerned, but they put the food down in the corner of the tent.

Something settled inside me once they started to strip, so I ripped my own clothes off, tossing them to one side in my haste.

They froze for a second, no doubt smelling whatever scent I gave off that indicated receptiveness.

I lay there, a messy tangle of limbs, watching them watch me.

Their eyes darkened, and their chests worked in long shuddering breaths.

A spike of fear shot up my spine. They didn’t look like my lovers, these were the big bad wolves, ready to eat me up.

I let my thighs fall open. I was ready for them to.

Both of them surged forward, falling all over each other to get to me. Aaron’s mouth slammed down on mine, our kisses slightly flavoured by the taste of our blood. Brandon dropped kisses on my inner thigh, as if to rewrite the spots where Aaron had touched me, but I tugged him up.

This was starting to go the way it usually did—endless lovely foreplay building and building to multiple amazing finishes. But that’s not what I wanted. I couldn’t tolerate anything that separated us right now. I needed him, them.

Brandon’s brows creased and smoothed as he looked down at me, obviously confused about what was happening, until I reached down.

“Jules—” he started as I grasped his cock, then stopped as I rubbed the head against my cunt. “Fuck!” His eyes went wide, then searched for Aaron’s. “She’s so fucking wet.”

“Don’t tell me that,” Aaron said before he groaned, something that just got louder as I reached over and cupped his balls with my hand.

Brandon finally relented, sinking into me. I felt every bloody inch, my back bowing until he was finally seated deep.

“You OK?” he asked, the strain of holding still plain on his face, but I didn’t want him, Aaron, anyone to hold back. I answered with a flex of my hips, working him in and out within the limited range of movement I had. “Goddammit,” Brandon growled, but he began to thrust back.

Something inside my skull broke loose and floated under the rapid pace of his thrusts, my head tipping back, my arms falling loosely against the sleeping roll.

I was long and loose and liquid, but I was also hard and thrusting.

I was Brandon’s gasps and Aaron’s hungry eyes, watching the proceedings.

I opened my eyes a slit and smiled at the big man, then gestured for him to come closer.

My mouth opened, to pant, to grunt some very unladylike noises of pleasure, to lick my lips and make it plain where I thought his cock should go.

He shuffled over, running a gentle hand along my jaw, before placing that big bulbous head against my lips.

I swallowed him, my cries reverberating down his length, provoking a spasmodic twitch of his hips.

“Oh, fuck, Jules!” he said as my tongue swirled.

This wasn’t going to take long. Brandon had over-egged this scenario, working us up so much that all we could do was stampede towards the inevitable.

I slid a hand down between me and Brandon, his body slamming into my clit with every stroke, but I pulled the hood back.

Fuck, it was both too much and just so fucking right.

I heard Brandon’s inarticulate cries as my cunt snapped down around him, pulsing and twitching, knowing what was about to come.

I hollowed my cheeks, forcing my mouth to tighten around Aaron’s swollen cock. I heard the ragged shift of his breath, the swell of his already considerable girth as he got that impossible hardness dicks get just before they come.

And then he did, we did. You know how friggin’ hard that it is, to get three people to spontaneously orgasm at the same time?

But it happened. The feel of Aaron’s hips jerking and trembling as he struggled not to force himself too deep, the rapid and desperate pulses shooting down my throat, all had me rising and then twitching around Brandon, my muffled cries forcing Aaron to pull his still jerking cock from my mouth, as if too sensitive to take anymore.

Then that all fell away, and we stood in wolf form in the great yawning darkness of our psychic space.

Aaron’s beast was big, his head lifted majestically as he surveyed the two of us.

I followed his gaze when it settled, saw Brandon’s much paler beast shifting restlessly, seeming to almost dance on those long slender legs.

Aaron whuffed at me, trotting over to Brandon and obviously expecting me to follow.

I watched Brandon shy away as we drew closer, not running, but not entirely happy about staying either.

He paced and whined, his green eyes flicking around the place, searching for threats, not expecting Aaron to come closer and push his muzzle into the smaller wolf’s fur and just sit there.

I slunk up closer, feeling a tug to be a part of this, and also feeling like I should let them alone.

They are your pack , my Tirian said, taking the choice from me and moving in closer. Assume they want you until they say otherwise, not the other way around.

Smell was obviously an important part of our lives, if the guys’ reaction was anything to go by, but it was nothing while in Tirian form.

I buried my nose in Brandon’s fur and felt the muscle tense under my touch.

I breathed him in, the smell of wind, of dry grass, of a storm coming and the first rain.

Aaron’s was similar, though there was also an undertone of wood to it.

I breathed out, feeling their fur ruffle around my nose and that something else deep inside me was coming out with it.

I blinked and saw the tent and our human forms reassert themselves, then turned to curl around the forms of my mates.