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I laughed, a wild, heartless thing I would no doubt regret later, but I leant back, my tits pointing to the sky as I kissed Hawk. His hands skated possessively over me as I sucked on his full bottom lip, the movements increasingly restive.

I fucking loved how responsive Hawk was.

I could see what Jack got out of this. Apart from that big muscular body and his sweet nature, Hawk treated you like he was permanently surprised at his good fortune, but now that it’d landed in his lap, he was gonna have his hot, dirty way with it.

I unclipped my belt and shifted so that one knee was on the seat, the other leg half extended in the footwell, leaning over on both hands to kiss Hawk.

“Oh, yes,” Jack said in exultation, peeling my jeans down over my arse.

“For fuck’s sake, Jules,” Finn said. “What if we have an accident?”

I looked back over my shoulder, and Hawk moved in to kiss my neck, nipping at the skin there, distracting me for a moment.

“Not everything is safe, Finn,” I said. “Not everything can be risk managed. If you’re worried, keep your eyes on the path ahead and drive carefully, because this is happening.”

“That’s my girl,” Jack said, then dropped a kiss on one butt cheek as he worked my jeans down. I jumped when the first kiss landed on my thigh, then felt his fingers spread the dripping wetness along my seam. What a good idea.

“Get your cock out,” I said to Hawk.

“I don’t need to—” he started to say, but his tongue flicked over his lips.

“I need it. I need to see that big fat cock out and in your hand, and I need it now.”

My Tirian shifted inside me, pacing, her interest rising. This is how she wanted me to operate most of the time, I knew, but I was pretty intent on not being a raging bitch, so she only got the opportunity rarely.

“Oh yes,” I hissed when it appeared. He was rigid, the veins standing out in stark relief around its length, and his fingers squeezed around the considerable girth, making the head look an even angrier red. “Give it a stroke for me.”

“I’ll—”

“No, you won’t. Not you, Hawk. You wait, you endure, you persist beyond everything else.

” His eyes studied mine, and then his hand began to move.

“That’s it, love,” I said with an encouraging nod.

His eyes softened at that, at that one little word.

We needed to say it more if that’s how he responded, lavish every pet name and sweetness on our guy.

I moved in closer, shifting with the rocking motion of the car until my face was buried in his neck.

“It’s so hot, Hawk. You look so fucking needy.

” I said the words against his skin, but he heard them.

One hand sped up, giving his cock long, loving strokes, the other reaching around to hold me steady.

“Make him as crazy as I’ll make you,” Jack rasped from behind me, my only warning before he buried his face inside my cunt.

My hand went to Hawk’s cock, mine curling on top of his, working that hard length and swallowing his gasps down with my kisses.

But that wasn’t enough, as Jack’s mobile tongue, always wagging about something, now found its truest calling between my legs.

He flicked it roughly across my clit and shoved it as far inside me as he could, then replaced it with his fingers when his lips dropped to my clit.

I found my teeth closing down on the skin of Hawk’s neck, and he panted wordless encouragement as I sucked and tugged at the skin there, smearing it with my searing venom.

“Oh fuck, Jules,” Hawk said, wrapping his other hand around mine and jacking it harder, faster. I flung him off, grabbing him with a roughness I never would have dared use before, and worked him rapidly.

“You’re getting our boy close,” Jack said, pulling away.

I gave a guttural moan. He kept forcing his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing firmly over my clit on every downstroke. I was the same, I could feel the cramping in my spine.

“She tastes so fucking good, love,” Jack said. “Like honey.”

“So fucking swap sides!” Hawk ground out, his fingers clawing at the upholstery.

He wasn’t far off, I could feel him throb inside my grip, so I dropped my head down, and Hawk yelped as my mouth engulfed his cock. He prayed to some unknown god as I bobbed up and down, moving with me when the bounce of the car had me swaying, bucking up to meet my motions.

“Oh, that’s lovely,” Jack purred, and then bent his head to his task.

We were hurtling towards orgasm. Hawk’s thrusts were short, his hands gently cradling my head as he held himself back with everything he had, his body as tight as a bow.

Jack stopped fucking around, focussing his tongue and fingers now, dragging me closer and closer to the edge with punishingly economical strokes.

“Oh fuck, oh, Jules…” Hawk panted, as my jaws were stretched to their max by his girth. I grabbed his hand to hold his cock where it was and then mine dove into his jeans, right as Jack’s thumb brushed up against my arse.

We’d done a bit of anal training, since the guys were very enthusiastic about the idea of broadening our sexual repertoire.

We hadn’t got all that far with it, but they had managed to get a mental shift in me.

It was now less “Ew, ew, ew, why does that feel weird? What if I’m not clean?

” and more “Oh, baby.” Which is how it felt now.

Jack worked the tip of his thumb in, and it all exploded.

My groans were muffled by Hawk’s cock as my orgasm smashed into me, my clit burning with the most incandescent pleasure, washing through my whole body for a moment before my cunt snapped down on Jack’s fingers.

I’d barely cupped Hawk’s balls, sending a stray finger to tease his taint, when he thrust up, pouring rope after rope of cum into my mouth.

It took a bit, but I finally flopped down on the back seat, head in Hawk’s lap. He looked down at me with glowing eyes, the faint smile of the supremely satisfied on his lips, his hand tracing the line of my jaw, then we both turned to Jack.

Fucking Jack and the sunlight. It was easy to see why the prick got away by being such an arse most of the time, and it wasn’t because of his position in Sanctuary’s hierarchy.

He was fucking beautiful, and when I looked up at Hawk, I saw him staring over at his lover, his look telling the same story.

“C’mere,” I said, gesturing.

“It’s OK, Jules. I just wanted to make the two of you?—”

Hawk snorted at that, and I admit, we weren't expecting altruistic Jack to make an appearance. Ever.

“Come here,” I said more clearly, and he relented, crawling over with a feline grace, which was impressive in the back of a car.

I kissed him, long and slow, and then offered his lips to Hawk.

He took Jack gladly, tugging the other man’s hair to provoke little whimpers of pleasure while I undid his pants.

Jack’s head jerked away, looking down the line of his body to see what I was doing before his eyes closed as I wrapped my hand around him. He might have wanted to torture Finn, but he was in just as bad a way, his cock jerking in my palm.

“Fuck, her hands are so small and soft.”

“So different,” Hawk agreed. “Rub your thumb on the underside of the head. Drives him nuts.”

“No, don’t do that,” he said, but his voice was all breathy, and he didn’t sound at all certain.

“Swap spots,” I said, pausing, and it took him a minute or so to register.

His eyes opened drowsily, and he nodded, falling onto the seat gladly when I moved to the end.

He lay back in Hawk’s arms, and the other man started pulling hard on his nipples, Jack’s hips twitching in response, his mouth falling open as I palmed him again.

I always felt like an unlikely pack centre.

Lots of attention was an uncomfortable experience for me usually, but I was learning to deal with it.

But Jack, he was in his element, so much so I thought he would have been well-suited to having his own harem of devoted love slaves, catering to his every whim while he was their benevolent ruler.

Perhaps part of his sometimes sour demeanour came from that, a need for more attention.

I understood academically extroverts needed that, but it made little sense to me in reality.

Maybe that’s what we’d need to do when we got home, spend a bit more time spoiling him and bringing that sweetness to the surface.

I could imagine whole afternoons stroking those smooth flanks and that long mane of hair until he purred.

But he wasn’t right now. His brows were creasing, his hips thrusting along with my strokes, his muscles tightening as my grip did, his grunts coming in shorter and shorter intervals.

Would he want others to do this to him? To feed that need for pampering?

Hawk had said he was OK with the other guys touching him, but was that once or always?

And would they want to? There was so much more about this relationship that needed to be sorted, but right now, I focussed on the task at hand.

When he came, a thick ray of sunlight poured through the window, revealing every line of his taut body and the rhythmic twitch of his cock, just as his cum shot out.

It splattered across his chest, great arcs of it appearing to stream out under great pressure.

He just seemed to keep going, his cock still twitching in my hand, his moans still desperate, until finally, he gasped, “Enough.”

We cleaned up afterwards with old rags and wet wipes, and straightened our clothes before collapsing together in a messy heap on the back seat. I tried to feel guilty, but couldn’t, so I just felt good instead.

“What was the holdup?” Slade asked as we clambered out of the car. He looked at a white-faced Finn, but got no reply, so he moved to us. He stopped once he got close, nostrils flaring. “What the fuck did you get up to?”

“Showed Finn the error of his ways, didn’t we?” Jack said, slinging an arm around my shoulders.

“A dominance fuck?” Slade’s smile widened as he took the three of us in with one look. “Fuck, I’d like to have seen that. That your idea?” he asked Jack.

The blond-haired man nodded. “He’s gonna be re-evaluating his life choices for the rest of the night, if he doesn’t find a quiet corner to rub one out.”

“I always thought you were a bit of a cunt,” Slade said.

“Funny, I thought the same about you.”

I watched the two of them, feeling the tension rise, but Slade held out a hand, and Jack took it with a firm shake.

“You’re alright,” Slade said finally. “C’mon, let's see if we can find the beer.”

“Slade giving Jack a beer?” Hawk said in wonder.

“That’s almost a marriage proposal in guy language, isn’t it?”

“Shit, you’re right.” Hawk started forward. “Better go and keep an eye on them, make sure Slade isn’t trying to steal my man.”

I was too busy watching Hawk’s very fine arse go to feel Finn approach me, but when he slammed his hand down on the side of the car just beside my head, I jumped.

“That wasn’t just about showing me what I missed. You were deliberately goading me.”

I felt a thrill of fear that was a little worrying and a whole lot of a turn on.

Seeing Finn off the chain, putting all that carefully maintained facade to one side, I hadn’t seen that since we were mated, and I liked it.

Any reaction was better than it had been, but this one—all heaving chest and glowing eyes and gritted teeth…

My eyes dropped down. Oh, and rigid cock. Yeah, I could get used to this.

“Yeah, I was.”

“You made your point. Fuck, you made it the moment you let Jack unzip your jeans, but letting them tongue fuck you to orgasm in the back of my car? That deserves a response. I dunno where we’ll be tonight, but wherever it is, you’ll be riding my cock with that hot little cunt of yours, your juices saturating every inch, until neither of us can come anymore. Do you understand?”

“Yes, alpha,” I said, faux meekly, my smirk pulling yet another growl from him.

“And then we’re going to have a talk about what happened.”

My heart sank at that, and my brattishness dropped instantly at the vulnerable expression on his face, but he tugged me to him, sucking in a deep breath as he buried his nose in my hair, as if he would memorise my smell.

When he pulled himself away, the line of his body, the slip of his hands told me he wanted to do anything but.

“Stay here,” he said, his eyes darting over to where the other guys were standing.

“I’ll send Aaron or Brandon over. Stick with them until we know what’s going on here, please.

I’ve gotta go and see a man about a dog somewhere very, very private. ”

“That looked intense.” Brandon had drifted over, right when he was needed, of course. “Mmm…you smell fucking amazing.”

“Stop smelling me.” He ignored me, moving in close so his nose almost touched my skin. “Seriously, pretty sure the Great Wolf or whatever her twat is put some kind of super magical fuck lure spray on me or something. If you don’t want this all to devolve into a very large orgy, you need to stop.”

“It’s OK, Jules,” Brandon said with a slow smile. “You smell fucking edible, but I feel no burning desire to engage in public acts of licentiousness.”

“Well, good.”

“But you know, wherever we are tonight, everyone’s in, right? Like that might be overwhelming, six guys at once. But, love, I think whatever we opened the lid on, it’s coming out.”

Fuck, fuck, fuck , my mind supplied helpfully.

Yes, that will be the sum total of it , I replied.

To myself. Because my cunt clenched down on a distressing emptiness at the thought of all of them, that glorious array of man flesh ready, hard, and waiting for me.

I had well and truly got off the Good Girl Train and was now hurtling towards Wantonville, and I just couldn’t get there fast enough.

“Good,” I said, and pushed away from the car, ready to face whatever fuckery the gods had planned for us.