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“And so can you. You're not some savage beast. You're not gonna be able to go freaking nuts like a bloke less blessed, but you won’t need to. You’d be jammed up tight against her g-spot and making her feel so good. Let her lie down and rest. I’m gonna lavish all the attention these fucking stupendous tits deserve, because damn, and you’re gonna fuck her until she comes, right? ”

“Mmm…” I mumbled, feeling drowsy with the sensation. I wanted to come, it was just there out of reach, but I was too dopey to do anything about it.

“She’s getting pack drunk. Probably all those happy hormones flooding her so she can take you.”

“Fine,” was Peter’s answering snarl.

I was picked up and laid tenderly on the bed, then Peter pulled out, causing me to grab the air and whine, trying to pull him back closer.

He returned soon enough, the feel of him pushing in taking my breath away all over again, but then I felt the brushing, then suckling at my nipples, a blunt thumb coming to rub on my clit.

“Oh god…” I cried. “Fuck me.”

“You heard the girl.”

“I know what the fuck to do. We don’t actually need you here.”

“No? You hadn’t sealed the deal until I got here. I know you love her, but that doesn’t necessarily mean treating her with kid gloves. To be blunt, Kade’s head was bigger when he was born than anything you’re packing. So let's make our girl happy and give her what she wants.”

“Our girl?”

I couldn’t focus on the words, my fingers clawing at Peter as he began to move.

Sen sighed. “For the next week at least, she is.”

I’d said I’d wanted to just give in and experience, and that’s what I had to do now.

My attention narrowed down to three points of my body—my breasts, my clit, and Peter inside me, and that’s all I had space for.

His progress was slow at first, and his cock dragged as he pulled back, pushing up against my g-spot and making me feel that overly swollen, ‘god, I might pee’ feeling, before he drew back again.

There was something almost endless about this, with none of Aidan’s frantic desperation.

Peter couldn’t, locking all of that away to keep me safe.

But there was something in this I’d never really experienced.

I felt completely passive and limp as he worked himself inside me, just one big pleasure receptor being stroked over and over again.

The first time I came was a bit of a surprise to both of us.

I was swimming in an ocean of lovely sensation, when my clit abruptly started to throb, my mouth and eyes falling open.

Peter’s eyes widened as he felt me tighten around him, every muscle pulling at him as I rode the waves of it, then those brown depths softened.

Even my pleasure, which hadn’t abated as he continued to move and the promise of another orgasm tightened in my spine, faded away at that.

Had anyone ever looked at me like this before?

Like I hung the sun and the moon, like I was the constellations and beyond?

He frowned slightly, with the effort of holding it all back—what he felt, what he wanted to tell me, what he needed to unleash.

“Come, love,” I said, reaching up to stroke his face, his head turning into it. “It’s OK.”

And it was. Sen pulled away, realising he wasn’t needed, as Peter loomed above me, his strokes growing longer and more erratic, his arms shaking as he moved.

“Come,” I moaned, feeling all the pleasure from before and more wash over me. “Give it to me.”

He sounded like someone tore his heart out when it happened, his eyes finally falling closed so I had an unimpeded view of him being destroyed. I felt the moment his back arched, the first spurt, then the rhythmic pulses along his shaft that drew me along with them.

The pleasure was like the falling of a fine mist, prickling against your skin, covering you, saturating you, until you were drowning in it. I rolled into his arms when he finally pulled free, and for a moment, we just lay there.

“Thank you for trusting me,” I whispered, and he replied by tugging me closer. “Was it good?”

“Words are pretty fucking inadequate to describe what that was like for me,” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “That was…everything.”

“Everything for me too,” I sighed, burrowing my head into his chest.

“How’re you doing, greedy girl?”

My eyes fluttered open to see a smiling Sen sitting and looking down at me.

“Aftercare can be pretty important during a heat. You OK? Not feeling cold or shaky?”

I shook my head. I just felt drowsy and happy. I told him that, and he reached over and kissed me on the forehead.

“Well, I might duck out and grab some clothes and stuff, if you still want me to stick around?”

I frowned at that, a pang of something unpleasant cutting through my haze at the thought of one of the guys leaving.

So I rolled over, pushing him down on the bed, and was rewarded by a very surprised look on his face.

It was kinda nice to see that confident facade rocked for a change.

I moved him until he was in a good position, then laid my head down on his arm and snuggled into his side.

“Did you really want to leave?” I asked, drawing small circles in the light smattering of hair arrowing down from his bellybutton to his groin.

“No. That’s the problem. You all are flooding this room with all these feel good pack pheromones.”

Oh shit , I realised. I barely knew this guy, and here was I, snuggling up like he was my mate or something. I went to pull away, but his arm tightened around me.

“Not like that. I want to breathe them in and just…” His voice trailed off.

“I’ve done a lot of this, heats. Quite a few women here have given me a spin, but it's never turned out to be anything other than heat fever.” He paused when he felt me stiffen, rolling over to face me.

Those grey eyes searched mine, then he smoothed my hair back from my face.

“That’s not your responsibility, so stop that little brain of yours from ticking away.

Any break in the heat like this is a good time to eat, hydrate, look after your body.

I was just gonna go for a quick drive to clear my head.

I just didn’t want to step out while you were asleep, let you think I’d taken off. ”

“Yeah, of course. I’m sorry, I didn’t really think this through. We’ve spoken more today than we ever have before. Fuck, this is weird.”

He smiled and shrugged. “It’s heat.”

“Look, if you need to tap out at any time, I’ll understand. I can’t promise you anything.”

“I know. I?—”

“I want to. Right now, I’m full of all this soft, squishy goodness, and I want everyone to be included in it.” I thought of the mysterious Snowy relegated to the spare bedroom and frowned. “But I can’t. I’m done rushing into things, and I have to think of Kade.”

“It’s OK. I put two and two together. It's half the reason why I was keen to get to know him first. If he can’t accept me…

” His eyes slid down. “One of the guys in my mum’s pack joined us when I was around his age.

Said all the right things at the start… Let's just say seeing the way he was with my younger brothers was an interesting experience. They looked a lot like him, and all of a sudden, he was this patient, loving guy.” He pressed his lips to my hair.

“Kade might not warm to me, you might not, but I never want to be the guy that ends up coming between a woman and her child.”

“Thanks for understanding,” I said, right as my stomach decided to ruin this little moment with a rowdy rumble. “What were you saying about food?”

“Oh my god, what is this?” I asked after swallowing down the spoonful Sen offered me.

“My mother’s truffle trifle. She developed the recipe when she went into heat. Said she needed something super sweet and rich to keep her energy levels up and to tempt her away from the bedroom.”

“She told you that?”

“When I was an adult, yeah. She’s pretty blunt about things like that. Doesn’t believe in pussyfooting around. If you let her get close, she’s gonna wanna talk allll about the situation with Monster there.”

“Please don’t call him that.”

I said the words quietly, but the terse tone was clear. He nodded in response.

“Cool, I’m sorry. It just slipped out. Look.” He put the spoon down in the tray and dusted off his hands on his jeans. “I might take off for that walk, clear my head again, and then come back with some gear. Would that be OK?”

“Sen—”

“It’s OK. I’ll be back, I promise.”

He probably would , I thought as I watched him walk out the door.

From what they were saying, my pheromones would be flooding the town, triggering the single men.

He’d smell my receptive scent wherever he went.

But my hands rubbed at my arms, feeling that cold, shaky feeling Sen had described.

More cake , I assured myself. There’s not much that can’t be sorted without cake.

But when I put another spoonful in my mouth, the rich sweetness was cloying and slightly sickening.

I put it down with a clatter and then poured myself a long glass of water.

“Flick…”

My ears pricked at the moan. I moved towards the bedroom door, assuming it was one of the guys, but then I heard it again.

My name, repeated over and over in a low moan, barely above a whisper.

I tiptoed up the hall to see the spare room door half open, and there—naked and gleaming in the moonlight—was Snowy.

Not as broad as the other guys, but his body was still a masterwork of lean muscle as he worked his cock.

His mouth was open, panting my name, his eyes closed, and he looked almost angelic in the light streaming in through the windows.

He sat there, butt bouncing against his heels as his hand got faster and faster.