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“You did well today, girl,” Maisie said when I returned to the kitchen. “But you’re off for the rest of the day. Ophelia asked if you would check in with her on your way home.”

“But the dinner prep?”

“Will be done by the horde of other kitchen hands. She said you’d protest and to remind you to take small steps.”

There was something motherly about Maisie, even though she looked like she was only a few years older.

“Half your luck!” Sheila said with a grin. “I’d love to be heading home to?—”

“Those carrots aren’t peeling themselves.”

“Righto, boss.”

I felt a little deflated when I walked out, but when I did, I saw my mates were waiting for me.

“You knew?” I asked.

“Ophelia asked us to pass the message on when she came by,” Aidan said.

“She came by?” I asked as his arm went around my shoulders and Peter took my hand. They steered me out the door of the mess.

“She did. Like all the matriarchs, she keeps an eye on what’s happening,” he replied.

“They want to know we’re OK,” Peter said when we pulled up at the truck. He dug around in his pockets and drew out a coin. “You calling it?”

“Heads,” Aidan said.

Peter flicked the coin up into the air and then slapped it down onto the back of his hand. He smirked when he saw the results, showing it to Aidan.

“Fuck…” the other man groaned. “Of course I have to drive.”

“What’re you doing?” I said, glancing at the two of them.

“Seeing who gets to sit in the back with you,” Peter said. He opened the door and then pulled me close, his lips slamming down on mine, forcing me to lean against the car. It was either that or collapse into a big pile of goo.

I shouldn’t like this , I thought for the seconds I was capable of conscious thought.

But I did. With anyone else, being essentially manhandled would have pushed a bunch of buttons, triggered a screaming cascade of fears, but this was Peter, my mate—mine.

I knew it as sure as the blood that surged through my veins that I was safe with him. Which allowed me another luxury.

I could just let go, be little more than putty in his hands, let him unleash all the throbbing, pulsing need inside him on me and allow an answering one to rise.

I didn’t care if I was in a car park or outside the mess hall, my hands scored his close-cropped skull and drew him down hard, so his lips bruised mine, so I could feel the imprint of his teeth.

“Well, come on then,” Aidan said crisply, breaking through all this heat. “If we’re gonna do this…”

I blinked, pulling back, reality flooding back unbidden.

“Do what?”

Aidan grinned at that, letting his eyes slide slowly down my body.

“We’re gonna work out a little of that tension before we get to the alpha residence, even if we have to take the scenic route.”

I didn’t get to ask any more questions, as Peter’s hands went around my waist and hoisted me into the backseat like I was a doll, then he slid in beside me.

“No,” he said when I went to sit by the window.

He tugged me close so I sat in the centre seat, right up against him.

One arm went around my shoulders, the other picked up my thigh and placed my foot on the centre console.

My hands went to the dress I’d been given to wear in the kitchens, the loose skirt instantly slipping up, something Aidan watched with great interest from the front.

Peter grabbed my hand away so it slid unhindered.

“That’s it,” Aidan said, and then started the car.

I was barely conscious of where we went or what we passed, my focus entirely on that big broad hand as it moved up my thigh. I found my breath becoming shallower the higher it went until…

“Fuck, yes,” Aidan rasped as Peter’s fingers reached the leg elastic of my underwear, running the blunt tip over it, as it to draw my attention and Aidan’s.

And it worked.

“What are we…?” I gasped as it teased under the fabric. “We shouldn’t?—”

“Yes, we should,” Aidan said. He glanced at the windshield. “We’re on one of the back roads now. No kids, nobody out here.”

“But Ophelia?—”

“Who do you think encouraged us? If what’s happening with Sen is what we think it is, your heat is coming on earlier than expected, and slower. It’s like your Tirian is letting it seep in, getting you ready for it.”

You have suffered more than most of her children, so she gifts you this.

“So it’s time to push things a bit, see what you’re ready for. If you don’t want Peter to run his fingers through the slick seeping between your legs, say so. Not because you shouldn’t or because it’s bad, but because it makes you feel uncomfortable.”

I glanced up at Peter, our proximity putting our lips so close, I couldn’t help but close the gap. He met me more than halfway, his mouth opening instantly for his tongue to thrust into mine. His fingers edged closer.

“Say yes, Flick,” he begged. “Let me make you feel good.”

“You always make me feel good,” I said, my eyes going wider as his hand crept under the leg band. But I nodded, because I could feel the ache deep inside me that only he could fill.

“Put your leg back up on the console,” Aidan said, a note of urgency in his voice. “Give me a show.”

My leg was shaking when I did so. I felt hot, too damn hot.

“It’s OK, love,” Aidan said. “It’s just the heat flooding you.

” But he flicked the aircon up higher. “You can feel it? All through your body?” I nodded, his words drawing my attention to the sweat prickling on my skin, my nipples pulled so tight, every jolt of the car over the bumps in the road made the cotton bra abrade so nicely.

“Get her underwear off. I wanna see her.”

Aidan’s growl shot through me, making me squirm. Peter gripped the now sodden fabric, giving it a sharp jerk, then tossed the now torn fabric to one side. Cool air streamed over my most intimate of skin, the feeling unbearably intense.

“Fuck, yes,” Aidan swore, the car jerking as he quickly righted it.

“Pull over, fuckhead,” Peter growled. “You’re gonna crash us.”

“You would too in my position,” he shot back, but he flicked on the indicator and pulled us over to the side of the road.

I saw fields around us, cows grazing contentedly, and that was it.

True to their word, no one was going to see our antics apart from the animals.

And Aidan. He unclipped his seat belt and turned around, grabbing my ankles and resting them on the tops of each front seat, splitting me wide open.

Something he watched with a frantic focus.

“Fuck, look at her,” Aidan said.

“What, this?”

My back arched as Peter slid his fingers back and forth so damn slowly through my folds. The hood of my clit was drawn along with it, sending shivers down my spine.

“You look drenched,” Aidan said. “Did the boys in the shed get you all hot and bothered? Or just one in particular?”

“Three,” I groaned, closing my eyes as Peter’s fingers dug in, sliding inside me in shallow little pushes.

“Did you think about us when you were doing your work? Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”

I frowned but forced them open, rewarded by Aidan’s hungry smile. He watched me shift and writhe like he was storing the details away from later.

“What did you think about?”

“Doing my job. Getting faster,” I snapped.

He chuckled at that. “No, that’s not what got you all hot for us. What happened when we went and got food?”

“Sen…” My words died away as Peter’s palm began to move, pushing his fingers deeper into me while the flat dragged across my clit.

“Sen did what, love?”

I growled at Aidan, making his grin widen, but I was pleased to see him pull back a little.

“I just stroked his bloody palm, and I felt hot all over, turned on. It was like going straight from just being at work to…now.”

“He made you ache deep inside?”

“Yes.”

“Made you want him to slide his hand up your thigh?”

“Yes.”

“Had you?—”

“I could see you two holding me down and him having his way with me, clear as the hand in front of my face. I could hear it, see it, feel it. It got me really hot, and I tried to sit there, like a good little girl, until the end of my shift.”

“Mm…I could work with that,” Peter said.

I cried out when he pulled his hand away, sucking his fingers clean before unbuttoning his jeans. He gripped his cock with one hand and my wrists with his other, holding them firmly but not painfully behind my back.

“Man, that does beautiful things to your body,” Aidan said, sliding his hands up and down my thighs. I flexed against Peter’s grip, surprised to feel his fingers pulling apart a little.

Nothing can hold you down, not unless you want it , my Tirian said.

And apparently, I wanted it. I relaxed into the tight position, then looked Aidan straight in the eyes.

“Put your fingers inside me.”

His eyebrows jumped up at that, but his smile was a pleased one, his touch ticklish at first, gently, gently opening me up.

“Aidan…” I moaned.

“Stop fucking around,” Peter growled. My eyes jerked around to see his fist encircling his massive cock.

Here, in the cold light of day, I could see just what he was packing, which I admit, was a little disconcerting, but then he slid his fist up and down its length, making the head swell a vicious deep red.

“This what you want, love?” Aidan watched my face as his fingers worked their way in, seemingly hungry for every reaction.

“You want to play at being powerless, at being at our mercy? That’s a delicious little kink you’ve got there.

We could force you to come and keep on coming, past the point where you want to stop, each orgasm tearing through you with more and more violence, until you just want to cry out. ”

“Yes…” My voice was little other than a prolonged hiss.

“Each of us fighting over the pleasure of giving you yours.” His thumb pressed down hard on my clit, making me jump, but Peter held me fast. “Watching you come apart.”