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Y’see, I loved all of my mates’ dicks. Many were all-purpose awesome, some were decadent treats I could only enjoy sometimes, some were on the secret waitlist for my first forays into butt sex, and some were gonna be on the outside there—unless I developed a whole lot more sphincter flexibility.

But Hawk, just on the down low, was one of my favourites.

Because I didn’t get it on the regular, due to the nature of our relationship, but mostly because he had all of Aaron’s girth, filling me up to the point of extreme pleasure shaded with just a little pain, without the tendency to high five my cervix with frightening regularity.

His hands tightened around my waist when he worried that I was going to pull off him, but that was not happening.

I slid back down, frowning as shivers ran up my spine, my mouth falling open.

“Slade,” he said, darting a look over his shoulder.

I couldn’t wonder why, caught up as I was in this slow, meandering dance of desire, but I soon found out when Slade captured my arms as I raised them above my head. He cupped my breasts as I moved, rubbing those callused fingers over my nipples.

“You’re gonna come for Hawk, aren’t you, love?”

I nodded, a quick frantic thing. His words, his hands slipping down to play with my clit as Hawk focussed on thrusting up into me, forcing the pace to pick up, all of it made that fate inevitable.

“And he’s going to bite down on you right as you come, push you over the edge, mark you as his.”

I kept agreeing, wanting more of this story. It sounded glorious.

“And then I’m going to pluck our exhausted, beautiful mate from his lap and lay her on the bed.”

“To sleep?” I said hopefully. My body was starting to feel the strain of so much sex. My legs were beginning to shake, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop. The burn inside me demanded to be rubbed, pushed, thrust up against, the need almost an entity in itself.

“Soon, love, so soon. You’re doing so well, so beautiful. You look like a goddess, taking her pleasure. Only a couple more to go.”

My moan was an incoherent hymn to pleasure and pain.

I was going to come again, that I knew. Orgasm was a sulky beast with Hawk, the sheer friction of him inside me coupled with any kind of clit action was gonna get me somewhere explosive.

It just hovered in the corner of my consciousness, but became more and more persistent as we fucked. Like now.

“How you doing, mate? She’s getting close.”

“So am I,” Hawk growled.

He rolled us over and threw me down on the bed without breaking our connection, my legs wrapping around him. “Fuck!” I cried as my spine began to lengthen. It’s coming, I’m coming, so, so close.

“Hawk!” I yelped.

“Gotcha, babe.”

He thrust and he thrust and he thrust, his hard abdomen grinding into my clit with every stroke, and then it happened. He paused for a second, as if to prevent the inevitable.

“I love you so fucking much, Jules,” he said, and then he struck.

My cunt convulsed around him as he pulled screams from me, my whole body shaking with waves of pleasure as his fangs dug into my shoulder.

The bite created some kind of sonic boom inside us. Me, Hawk, we were both picked up and tumbled roughly together, meshed in ways I couldn’t follow as it happened so quickly, and then we were spat out.

I was in Tirian form, and so was he. He was a big, darker grey beast, his eyes glowing like green embers in the darkness.

He strode over to my side, thrusting his muzzle into my fur, his teeth closing over my skin.

My Tirian growled at that, but he stood firm, not hurting me, but not backing down either.

Finally, our head snapped around and our teeth grabbed the same place in his ruff.

Each held onto the other until the world shattered.

Where there were two wolves, now there was one.

Hawk’s and my consciousnesses collided uncomfortably, doing something we’re not used to, but our Tirians had no such issues with.

Their melding seemed almost a natural state, if the steady thrum inside this body was anything to go by. Then we began to run.

So much bigger, so much more powerful, our strides ate the ground beneath us.

Wolflantis hovered there on the horizon, coming closer with each thud of our paws.

Something shifted in the black water, as if summoned by our previous escapades with the portal, something sinuous.

Red lights winked into being all along the far coast, more of those fucking ghost wolves, and we were running straight towards them.

The black sun fell lower and lower in the sky, as it always did when we came here, and I felt our body stretch and bunch, running harder, faster to catch it.

We had to bite the sun, the venom flowing freely from our mouths with the need to do so, each drop that hit the dark earth beneath us creating pinpoints of light.

A glowing trail marked our passing as we raced faster and faster.

An errant tentacle rose from the water’s surface as if to prevent us, the red eyes of the ghost wolves bobbed and wove as they grew more agitated, but on we ran.

The land soon gave out, becoming soft and powdery like sand.

That didn’t slow us as we approached the water’s edge.

Our powerful haunches coiled and then we?—

“Jules?”

I came to on the bed, in Hawk’s arms, both of us blinking as the world faded back in.

“You were screaming, love,” Slade said, pushing my hair back from my face.

I paid little mind to that, turning in Hawk’s embrace to kiss him, gratified when I saw the replete expression on his face, then I moved to Slade. Hawk sank into the bed, half asleep by the time I kissed my other mate.

“Jules, what?—?”

I silenced Slade with a kiss, and another and another, until he stopped trying to talk and just stared at me muzzily, eyes glassy with lust. I smiled at the sight of it, and then made my move.

Slade had a lovely body. Not quite as big as say Aaron or Hawk, but every muscle was clearly defined.

I traced the curves of his deltoids down to his bulging biceps, drew his collarbones and around his pecs, following the shallow hollow that divided his abs, right down to his cock.

His breath came out rough as I stroked that rigid length.

Slade was a great mate, waiting all this time for me to be done, stroking me and giving me pleasure as I finalised my relationships with the rest of the pack. Now it was his turn.

“No, Jules, don’t I’ll… unh!”

I dropped down low before him as a sign of respect and while there, took the throbbing length of his cock into my mouth.

“Fuck, Jules, you’ll make me come too fast!”

I ignored his plea and the soft feel of his hands on my hair while I worked my mouth up and down. His groans grew louder as I sped up, growing sharp as I let my tongue flicker along his length. I pushed him to the point of distraction until he shoved me away.

I reclined on my elbows. He was so fucking beautiful right now—his chest heavy, his muscles tight as he fought his twitching dick for control.

It was so red and aching, the veins standing out proud.

I relished the moment his mouth twisted into a snarl once he’d mastered himself and then prowled over to me.

“You’re mine,” he rumbled. I didn’t reply, just smiled insolently, loving the way that made the green shine in his eyes. “This is it, Jules. There’s no coming back from this.”

“I don’t want to come back from this.”

For a moment, I considered my life back in Melville.

It was a good life, one I could have died happy with if the drought hadn’t come.

But this? I glanced around the room at my guys, watching me or sleeping.

Brandon was now ploughing into Aaron, both men a picture of bliss.

I watched their bodies slap together as their pace grew faster and faster, Brandon’s face a mask as his lips peeled back from his fangs, blood running down his neck.

I tugged Slade to me, his body a comforting weight on mine, then becoming something much more exciting as he worked his dick inside me.

“Always wanted to do this,” he said, as he began to move, his pace slow, way too slow. “My mouth fills with venom every time I get close to you.”

“Slade.”

Finn’s voice was a low growl, but Slade ignored him and persisted.

He pushed himself up on his hands, watching me closely as he thrust, his smile appearing when he saw me squirm underneath him.

It was the weirdest sensation, having none of the frantic clawing I’d had with everyone else, instead it was an almost lazy experience.

Slade dropped down lower as he moved, and my head turned to one side instinctively, something that pleased him.

“That’s it, princess,” he said, then ran his tongue along my neck.

The venom made the already bruised skin ache and throb, but I didn’t pull away.

My arms wrapped around him, holding him to me so we were forced to slither together.

“You ready, love?”

His pace had increased a bit, and there was an extra grind at the end of each stroke, something that had my poor abused clit throbbing.

But she rallied, the little trooper, coming back for more each time.

Slade studied me like a map, noting every micro expression, every gasp, subtly altering his strokes until it all bubbled up.

Slade was beautiful with his eyes burning into mine, so fucking full of love, it hurt to look at him, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

Orgasm broke like rain over the both of us, Slade’s face becoming intensely vulnerable as it came, as I’m sure I looked.

Our bodies sent gentle waves of all-encompassing pleasure, the experience lengthened by the slow pace.

As I felt the final spurts of his cum, he bent down and bit me.