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I felt the burn of his tongue as he licked the side of my neck, the venom more sensitive when it ran across the corrugations of my previous scars. I stiffened at the nip of his teeth, his cock throbbing as I clenched around him.

“Do it,” I rasped. “I need it.”

And I did. I hung in the endlessly sweet period of pleasure, where the whole world feels like it stills for that moment right before you come.

But this was sustained, teased endlessly by the rapid movement of his cock, but not yet thrown off the edge into bliss.

I heard the jagged shift of his breath, felt the erratic snap of his hips, and then his teeth closed around my flesh.

The world exploded, and so did I.

The orgasm that came was amazing while somehow being almost irrelevant, as with it came a rushing tumble of emotions.

Shame and contrition, love and need, remorse and repentance and bliss and ecstasy and Finn—just Finn.

He throbbed through as his hand held my hips still, his cock jetting ropes of cum inside me.

He didn’t let go of me when we started to come back down, just licked the sluggish well of blood from my neck and held me close, so for a moment, I could just bask in feeling Finn.

“You OK, love?”

I looked up to see Brandon and Aaron eyeing me cautiously, and I understood why.

The last time I’d been marked, I’d gone into some kind of altered state, so they appeared ridiculously pleased to see my eyes flutter open.

I reached for them wordlessly, kissing one then the other, over and over.

I’d just come, I felt the trickle of Finn’s seed within me, his cock still hard, but I needed their lips, the taste of them on my tongue.

Which was perhaps why Finn turned me in his arms and kissed me before pulling away.

“Don’t,” I said, and immediately regretted it. We’d only just reconnected, and the separation felt instantly painful, something that struck Finn hard, but he scooped me up and held me to his chest.

“It’s OK. We’re bound together as closely as a man and woman can be.

I’ll never do that to you again.” He turned me in his arms and pointed me at Aaron and Brandon.

“Look at how hard they are for you, how much they’re longing to touch you.

” All four guys were, but it appeared some sort of order had been established, and Slade and Hawk were content to watch the proceedings with hungry eyes.

“Go to them, Jules, and let them make you theirs. I’m not going anywhere. ”

“This isn’t some kind of production line. You don’t have to do me one after the other,” I said as Aaron took me from Finn.

“Have to?” he said, hand slipping between my thighs. “No. Want to? Hell, yes. Isn’t that right, love?”

He swung my head down, and my breasts felt like they were on display as my back arched.

Brandon noted this with a hot look, and then got down on his hands and knees and kissed me.

Long, slow, it was as if he was making love to my mouth as Aaron’s fingers grew more insistent.

I wriggled as my well-used cunt throbbed with the aftershocks of the last orgasm and the start of the next one.

“Not this time,” Aaron said, holding me still. “This time you’re ours, we call the shots.”

“And what are you going to do with me?”

“This,” he said as he slithered out from under me, dropped my legs over the end of the bed, and fell down between them.

“But…”

My protest fell away at the first swipe of his tongue.

So soft and firm and mobile, it stroked what Finn had hammered in such a different way, it was almost a completely separate act.

Brandon lay his head down beside mine, kissing me as my pants grew faster, my moans deeper, right up until the point Aaron stood up, his face shiny with me.

“I’m going to bite you once he gets that cock into you,” Brandon said. “So, if you don’t want that, you need to tell me. Then when he gets close to coming, he’s going to do the same, aren’t you, love?”

Aaron’s nod was abrupt, his whole attention focussed on where he was rubbing his cock against me.

“What about you?” I ground out, feeling the head of Aaron’s cock push in. It was always hard work, fucking Aaron, but he brought a pleasure of being supremely, awesomely full that no one else could.

Brandon watched my hands claw at the bedspread, my body writhing with a smile.

“I’m going to come inside Aaron when you move on to Slade and Hawk. I’m going to watch them pull more and more orgasms from one beautiful mate while fucking the other, and then I’m gonna bite him and he’s going to bite me and make me his mate.”

“Yeah?” Aaron said, stilling for a moment.

His eyes flicked from one to the other of us, and when Brandon nodded, the sweetest smile spread across his face.

It took him a little while to recover, the expression on his face tugging hard at my heart.

We needed to do more to get that happening on the regular, because he was radiant.

“You ready, Jules?” he said finally, coming back to the task at hand.

I clutched Brandon’s hand and then nodded.

Aaron was the complete opposite to Finn, moving forward in shorter strokes, his hand coming down on the bed to balance himself, his face flushing as he struggled to control himself. I wrapped my legs around his barrel chest, and Brandon’s palm covered Aaron’s as he worked himself deeper.

“She’s going to feel so good, be so full, her pussy stretched tight around you,” Brandon said.

“Stop, you’ll make me spurt,” Aaron gasped.

I tugged him down, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing those full lips. “So come,” I said. “Fuck me, fill me, bite me, the rest doesn’t matter. If I don’t come, that’ll just make me hungrier for the others. Just take, Aaron. Don’t worry about anything else.”

He let out a groan that sounded heart breaking, his cock surging forward and filling me, just as Brandon had said, his hips starting to move back and forth.

Fuck! The guys loved to play with my g-spot, loving how wet it got me, the way I squirmed as they stroked it.

But with Aaron’s dick, there was no avoiding it.

The rough strokes dragged so firmly against it, I was panting and crying out as the sensation rode the lovely edge between pleasure and pain.

“He’s getting you right where you need it,” Brandon said, turning my neck to one side. He licked his tongue along the length as Aaron sped up, dragging me along for the ride, his hard body slapping into my clit with each thrust. “You feel like you could just burst, don’t you?”

I nodded.

“So burst for me, my queen, burst all over his huge, aching cock.”

Brandon struck as swift as a snake, biting down on the flesh between my neck and shoulder, and it was as if his venom contained more than some kind of pseudo-mystical ability to join two souls.

My body erupted at his command, my back bowing as the waves slammed through me, my cries coming out as choked growls.

Because it was perfect. Aaron was perfect as he struggled to continue, the glorious cloud of spine-tingling pleasure I felt infectious, carrying him off and over the point of no return, his cock jerking inside me as he exploded.

Brandon licked the site of his bite as Aaron pulled me onto the bed, keeping me locked around him as they lay on either side of me.

“She’s ours now, love,” Aaron said, his hazel eyes glowing golden in the light.

That was the significance of this act, I realised.

Apart from mystical wolves in the skies and vague prognostications, the act of the men being able to mark me had a different weight to it than me marking them.

They got to be the ones to reach out, take me, claim me, and I knew exactly how that felt.

Left to our own devices, some people would want to make mating marks, and some people would want to receive them, with some overlap between.

But we didn’t get a choice, not here, not in Sanctuary, not in Leifgart.

I looked over at Jack, who sat in his chair with his foot resting on his knee, his face half wreathed in cigarette smoke, and wondered…

But not for long. Slade tugged me away, and Brandon rolled in to take my place, his kisses slow but persistent, until Aaron rallied and started fisting Brandon’s hair. I ended up resting against Slade’s leg, my head in his lap.

“You like to watch that, don’t you?” Slade said, stroking my hair.

“I like to watch all of you. Watching Brandon and Aaron is no different than watching you. I love all of you.”

He smiled at that, a curious kind of peace in it, despite the feel of his hard cock under my head.

“Then watch what’s happening to your boy.”

I turned to look at where he pointed and saw Hawk was crouched on the bed, his hand idly tugging his cock as he watched the proceedings.

This is wrong , I thought. It’s too much like the first time—Slade ordering him around, Hawk grateful for our scraps.

He still doesn’t feel like he can join in on things, not like he does with Jack.

I winced at that. I was trying so damn hard to be cool and groovy about the complexities in our relationship, but this killed me.

I knew academically that he and Jack had a circle of trust built over many years, which probably resulted in that intensity between them, but it didn’t stop me from envying it.

I wanted to sit Jack down and ask him how he did it, interview him until I felt like I had a repertoire of skills to get through to Hawk, but that’s not what was needed.

He is newest to your pack but doesn’t have the alpha energy of his mate , my Tirian said. Perhaps he is waiting to be chosen?