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We lay there for some time in a comfortable silence, just hands stroking skin and hair, the only sounds the muffled ones coming from the celebration outside or our breaths. When I glanced up, the guys were grinning at me and each other.

“What?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Aaron said, pulling me over so I fitted in the curve of his body. “Just happy. I had a lot of thoughts about what might happen on this trip. This wasn’t one of them.”

“Really? With Sylvan’s whole ‘you must become pack’ thing?” I asked.

“Not a guarantee, Jules,” he said, smoothing his hand across my stomach and pushing my hips back against his.

I could feel him thicken behind me, the spell we’d woven tonight too tenacious to die with just one session.

I glanced at Brandon, who watched us with drowsy satisfaction.

It seemed to be us together and the way we interacted that pleased him, as well as the hazy afterglow. That contentment pricked at me.

“You don’t look at all surprised,” I said. His smile widened slightly. “You knew this would happen.”

“Not knew, suspected. You both are good people, you’re attracted to each other, and you’ve spent a bit of time together. All the elements for a relationship were there, so no, I’m not surprised that you made the bond.”

“And you’ve watched us come together a million times in your visions.”

“And I’ve watched you come together a million times in my visions.”

The smile dropped as he watched Aaron stiffen, then shift until he was almost sheltering me within the curve of his body. Interestingly, his dick still throbbed, hard as nails. Brandon sat up with a frown, staring down at his hands for a moment and then back at us.

“You say you love me. Well, you love a guy who has visions, who’s had many, many visions of you, both of you.

Who’s seen so many slight variations of you, shaped by different events or contexts, and loves who you are now.

I’m done hiding or being sorry for this.

It’s who I am. I could no more change that than my eye colour. ”

I went to move, but Aaron held me where I was. I wasn’t sure if it was to protect me or for his own comfort. I twisted back, looking over my shoulder at the man.

“It’s just Brandon.” Aaron’s eyes flicked from me to him and back again. “Nothing’s changed.” I held the uncomfortable position until I felt his body sag. “What is worrying you?”

This was hard for Aaron, to admit any fear. His fingers shifted restively, I heard him swallow, then clear his throat.

“What makes you fear me?”

Brandon restated my question more bluntly, his eyes shining. He got up on his knees, moving towards us, every muscle straining with the effort of keeping himself in check.

“What do you think I’m going to do? How am I a threat to you?”

His stare went on and on, waiting, demanding an answer, until finally, Aaron spoke.

“How do I know any of this is real? How do I know if this is the way it would have gone, if Jules or you would have picked me if it was all down to free will?”

“Real?” Brandon’s head tilted to one side.

For once, I watched the man I loved struggle to find the words, as if finally, he’d encountered a scenario he hadn’t prepared for.

His brows creased, his jaw locked, and then he threw himself at us.

He kissed me first, a wild unpractised thing, forcing his tongue between my lips, clawing at my hair before sandwiching me between them and bestowing the same on Aaron.

I felt his hard cock push into my ribs, felt the drag of his chest across my nipples.

He didn’t let up until Aaron whimpered, shoving his dick up against me in spasmodic pulses.

“Does this feel real to you? Does it feel like I orchestrated this whole thing, pushing and pulling you around to my liking?” His teeth ground when Aaron didn’t answer.

“You think I control you? Well then, let me show you what that’s like.

” He glanced down at me. “Lift your leg and hook it back over Aaron’s hip. ”

“What?”

“Do it.”

I obeyed, feeling open and vulnerable in a way I never had before, as Aaron’s hand took my leg and situated it comfortably hooked over his. My thighs were spread, the dampness between them cooling in the evening air.

“Look at you,” Brandon purred, his eyes cool and flat, but he looked me over with something that appeared to be satisfaction. I balked at that, that he would display me so blatantly, look me over like I was a prize piece of meat, and yet…

I knew Brandon loved me. I knew he was always looking out for me, wanting to make sure I was safe and sane when having sex, so it was perhaps the abandonment of that, however temporarily, that had my clit twitching.

This was Brandon off the chain. I could feel the thick length of Aaron’s cock close, but not close enough.

He shifted underneath me, making small, blind, stabbing motions, trying to rectify that.

“He’s desperate to get into that hot little cunt, and you want him thrusting in you, irrespective of whether it’ll hurt.

Is your clit aching? Can you feel the air brushing against it and wanting something a whole lot firmer?

” We both nodded feverishly. “Grab your cock,” he told Aaron. “Line it up, but don’t push it in.”

My eyes fell closed as I felt Aaron’s fingers move, creating friction but not enough.

I gasped when I felt his cock shift, my hips tipping back, wanting to aid the process in any way I could.

There’s that thing when you’ve had a lover for some time.

You know just how good they’re going to feel going in, and you start to crave it—and I did.

As Brandon’s eyes burned, watching the two of us follow his order with a fierce expression on his face, I wriggled against Aaron, trying to close the deal.

“Hold her still,” he commanded.

Brandon took in every one of my gasps, every grunt of frustration with a smile. His face looked like a mask, none of my soft-eyed bookworm left.

“Want it, do you? Want him to thrust inside you? Flick your little clit?”

“You know I do,” I replied.

“Shut up, both of you. No more bloody words until I say so, unless it’s ‘Tirian.’ That tells me everything needs to stop right now. Otherwise moan, cry, scream, I don’t fucking care, but no more words.”

Brandon laid down beside us, his head level with my groin.

I imagine we both watched as he reached out with one finger, our skin jumping in anticipation.

He reached me first, drawing an inexorable line down my pubic mound, diving into the cleft, forging a path down the hood of my clit, forcing my body to twitch and jerk as it skated on past rather than stroking it over and over.

I held out hope as it slid through my folds, my skin well lubricated by his spent seed and my own excitement, and for a second, my heart went to my throat as his finger dipped just inside me.

Yes! I thought, imagining those long fingers stabbing in and…

I heard Aaron’s moan when Brandon moved past me and made contact with the other man, felt the throb of his cock, the tremble of his fingers as he fought to hold his dick in place, just as Brandon had said.

Brandon’s smile was slow and carnivorous as he took in every indication of an internal struggle.

He must have taken control of Aaron’s cock as I felt him stiffen, then my folds were spread open by a thick length forcing their way through them.

Not inside me, though my cunt twitched in anticipation of that.

No, he rubbed the other man’s organ over me, the friction welcome yet frustrating.

It was so much more than before and not enough.

“Pull your hood back,” Brandon said to me.

“Now,” when I didn’t move fast enough. My fingers slid down, and he watched every movement, eyes narrowing, as if waiting for me to disobey and stroke the poor thing as I needed.

“Don’t worry.” Those grey eyes met mine.

“He’ll give you what you want in just a second.

” He shot a look over my shoulder. “Rub your cock along her seam. Feel that sweet, wet cling. Drag the head across her clit. She won’t want that just yet.

She’s not quite ready, but she’ll tolerate it, or she’ll say the word.

Then, when she's gasping, when she’s humming your name despite my orders that she say nothing, only then will I let you thrust this into her cunt.

Do you understand me?” I felt the jiggle behind me that I assumed was a nod.

“Be a good girl,” Brandon said as I jumped, “and I’ll go down on you as he fucks you, sucking your clit, licking up all the juices the two of you make. ”

He knew us so fucking well, it was frightening.

The tension of pulling my hood back, the stretch in my hips from the position, the harsh drag of Aaron’s dick as he worked it against my clit, all of it had me squirming.

I wanted slow, considerate licks or gentle strokes, drawing me higher and higher, but instead, I felt like it was being gently bludgeoned.

Brandon grinned cruelly as my back went rigid, then my spine started twisting like a snake.

He grabbed hold of my hip bone, forcing me to stay still.

"Those sounds. I’ll never get used to those sounds.”

My eyes fluttered open. Brandon watched the two of us like we were his favourite show.

He got what he wanted. Those gasps, sometimes bleeding into yips, flowed from my lips without thinking.

I couldn’t hold them back, couldn’t hold anything back.

Arousal always felt like a slow burning flame that flared harder with provocation, but this was next level.

I was on fire. My heart beat with the pulses of my cunt, clutching at emptiness, longing for that brutal dick to slide home where I needed it the most. I was getting closer and closer, but there was no pleasure in it.

I wanted, needed something other than this fucking scene.

“Aaron!”