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“No, let me,” Aidan said, pushing my hands away as I went to undo the buttons of my blouse.

He surged forward and dropped kisses along my neck as he removed my shirt in record time, my eyes falling closed and my hand going to the back of his neck.

He flicked my bra clasp loose and was unbuttoning my jeans before I could even register it.

Another set of hands started to work them down.

Peter , I thought as I felt those broad hands stroke across my arse, pushing the fabric down.

I lifted my feet on automatic to free them, because my attention followed Aidan’s.

He traced the line where my underwear met my skin, chuckling when I gasped as they slid under.

It seemed he was tempted to repeat the leisurely inspection of when we were all in the truck, but my words perhaps reminded him of what he was allowed to do.

He shoved them down so they locked around my thighs, and then his fingers pushed in.

“Flick…” came his throaty purr. “You’re drenched.”

Any reply I might’ve had was cut off by a punishing kiss, his tongue thrusting past my lips as his fingers forced their way into me and opened me up in a brutal way that sent shivers up my spine.

His fingers curled up as he sucked my lips, tracing them with his tongue.

Venom soaked kisses worked their way down my neck as he forced me higher in this quick, hard, efficient climb to orgasm.

I clawed at his shoulders as he curled his fingers up, stroking the place that ached the most.

He bit me when I came, not hard enough to mark or place a mark on me, but my eyes flicked open at the sharp sensation joining the rollicking wave of pleasure. Behind us, I saw Peter and Sen standing there naked, idly stroking their cocks.

“On your hands and knees,” Aidan growled when he wrenched his fingers free, drawing a yelp from me. “I want to look at that perfect arse when I fuck you. I can get so fucking deep from that position, it’ll feel like you take my whole length.”

Green eyed Aidan was alien and somehow thrilling for it. I nodded and then got on the bed.

He was on me before I’d even managed to get in position, yanking my limbs into place, then lining his cock up, smearing my wetness around the head before surging forward.

“Fuck!” I cried as he filled me, the casual brutality a far cry from his usually much more solicitous approach.

“You OK?” he ground out.

“Yes,” I rasped.

“You’ll tell me to stop if anything hurts or get too much?”

I nodded.

“I’m trusting you, babe. I’m trusting you to know your limits and communicate them. Don’t let me down. Now,” his hand slapped down on my shoulder, “I’m gonna fuck you and come in your hot little cunt.”

I couldn’t make any more comments, my mouth falling open as he worked himself in and out of me.

My cunt felt over sensitive and not sensitive enough, swollen around him and just getting more so from the delicious friction.

A part of me that didn’t get to come out except for now thrilled at this, that my loving Aidan could be broken by me, thrusting inside over and over, faster and faster, because of me.

I knew I was driving him mad, because he told me so, because he was doing the same to me.

“Look at her.”

My eyes flicked open to see Sen and Peter had sprawled across the bed in front of me, watching every damn thing with rapt eyes. Sen smiled, like I had pleased him beyond measure.

“Look at her,” he commanded needlessly, Peter’s eyes already burning into mine. “She’s so fucking beautiful.”

“She’s always beautiful,” Peter rumbled.

“Agreed, but this is the beauty I love the most. When a woman completely loses control, and all that messy, sexy disarray they try to hide comes flooding out. I’ll see you painted in cum before the sun rises, Flick,” he said.

“Promise?” I moaned.

But Aidan tugged my attention back to him, his fingers sliding between my legs as his thrusts grew increasingly erratic.

“You’re going to come soon,” my lover groaned.

And I was. I felt it prickling up my thighs, up my spine, his thrusts cutting through all my fluttery spasms of pleasure rising and rising, the pleasure so sweet, I could taste it on my tongue.

It was him, Aidan, my love. My cunt snapped down on him, forcing hard waves of pleasure through my body, then wrenching the cum out of him.

“Fuck!”

Something soft and heavy settled through my body as I felt him empty. Part of it made me want to collapse onto the bed as Aidan did against me. The other had my eyes flicking open, searching for new prey.

“Your beast is hungry,” Sen said with a pleased nod. “What about your boy here? You ever taken him?”

I’d thought Sen was going to be all Dom-like, ordering me and the boys around, but he was something else altogether. Aidan pulled free of me and collapsed onto the bed, so I moved over and kissed him as we panted.

“Are you?—”

“That was fucking hot,” I said, interrupting him. “You felt feral.”

“I was. Still am,” he said, writhing on the bed, his cock twitching and still mostly hard. “You’re gonna wish you never said anything, Flick. My balls have been boiling since I met you.”

“Never,” I said with a smile, running my hand down the side of his face, and his eyes closed as I tangled my fingers in his beard.

“Love you,” he said almost sleepily.

“Love you too.”

When I looked back at the two of them, Sen looked intrigued and Peter worried.

He was still hard as a rock, so not that scared, but I saw the frantic swallow of his throat, the urge to pull away as I crawled closer.

I made my way up his legs and locked him down when I settled back on my heels, feeling the slick of Aidan’s cum on my thighs.

“You must be wondering what that’d feel like, going in,” Sen said, and both our eyes jerked to him.

He rewarded us with a smile. “The thing I love about heats is it gives a woman an excuse to let go and let that greedy little girl inside her come out. The one who wants to eat cake until it makes her sick, guzzle bottles of beer down, feed her appetites. Are you a greedy girl, Flick?”

His words were delivered coolly, seductively, like this was the most tremendous of games, which was of course, sexy as hell. But there was something in them that pricked at me, that I was wanting too much, showing a side of myself that every part of society tried to hold down.

“I think you are,” he said, a hint of steel in his voice, pushing at me, cutting through my paper-thin defences with little effort. “What do you want to do with your mate’s big hard cock?”

“I want to try.” I said that to Peter, not Sen. I watched those troubled brown eyes. “If you don’t want me to?—”

“Of course I fucking want to,” Peter growled, then looking instantly abashed. “Every time I touch you or smell you, I dream of it and how it’d feel. But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“So don’t,” Sen said. “Let her take the responsibility from you. You’re just there for her to use for her pleasure.

” Something flared hard in Peter’s eyes.

Sen rolled into a kneeling position. “I want to come behind you, play with those lush tits and stroke your clit. I’ve seen women take dicks as big or bigger than that before. ”

“Here?” Peter asked with a frown.

Sen nodded. When Peter continued to look suspicious, he said, “I can tell you who if you want to compare notes.” Peter shook his head, frowning.

“Here,” he said to me, handing me a bottle of lube.

“Get him nice and slick. Doesn’t matter how wet you are, more lubricant is going to help things.

Now…” He swung around until he was at my back, his hands landing on my shoulders.

“You gonna let me touch you as you fight to take that cock, greedy girl?”

When I tipped my head back to reply, he kissed me, slowly, thoroughly, then he waited.

“Yes,” I said finally, rewarded instantly by the stroke of his hands up my spine.

“Good girl.”

“You’ve gotta be clear with me too,” I said to Peter as I held his throbbing cock that now shone with a thick layer of lubricant, the veins standing out proud on the shaft, the head swollen and red. “Talk to me if you hate this.”

“Can’t hate you,” he grunted out, his eyes fighting to hold mine.

I took his hand and squeezed it, then shifted forward, lining him up.

Instantly, I was aware of the challenges I was facing.

He felt so much bigger when I brushed him against me, which felt great on my clit, but then I moved him down.

“You can do this,” Sen said as he settled against me, his erection poking into my butt, his hands sliding up to cup my breasts. “Fuck, these are nice.”

“So’s that,” I whimpered as his fingers pulled gently on my nipples. He paused when I did.

“I move when you do, sweetness, or until you decide you’ve gone as far as you can.”

“Bossy…”

He laughed at that. “Oh, sweetheart, you have no fucking idea.”

I pulled my eyes open and locked them with Peter’s.

“Ready?”

He nodded, a sharp thing.

Oh. My. God.

I could see where he would have had problems. If you weren’t suitably warmed up, maybe being out of heat would be an issue, but I had both. I let out a long embarrassing groan, but I couldn’t help it, especially when Sen’s fingers slid down to tease my clit.

“Flick?” came Peter’s strangled response.

“So good,” I panted out. “So full.”

Peter surged forward, his mouth crashing down on mine, but only for a moment. It was too intense, and both of us were reduced to panting against each other’s lips.

“Fuck, Flick, you’re so tight and hot.”

“And about as far as I’m gonna go,” I said when I felt him press against my cervix. I paused there, my legs shaking with the effort of going slow.

“Goddess. So much better than I dreamed.” Each word was punctuated by a frantic kiss.

“You OK, Flick?” Sen asked. “You want Pete to take over?”

“No,” he replied with a snap. “She can control it this way.”