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I just stared at him for a minute, standing there, arms propped on the back of the couch, regarding the debauchery before him with his warm, even gaze.

A small smile quirked his lips as he watched it all sink in.

The curtains had been drawn to protect the neighbours, but here I was, sitting naked, covered in all of our juices, the faint buzz of a strange man’s butt plug the only real sound.

I shivered, feeling cold all of a sudden.

“Here.”

Sen tapped his bottom lip with one long finger, fingers that could—I shut down the roar of the heat for a moment, trying to orientate me, not my hormones, for a minute.

“Stop thinking and come here.”

Sen’s tone was light, but that thread of steel had me moving forward, kneeling so my front rested against the couch back, the leather cold against my skin. The guys growled as I leant over, slowly broaching the gap between us, feeling the slight push to close the deal.

But when I pressed my mouth to his, that was me.

Because oh, when I did, I felt that same curl at the bottom of my spine at his touch, smelt his familiar spicy scent, felt the way his lips softened, letting me in, heard the whistle of his breath.

He wanted to deepen things, his mouth opening slightly, but I kept it light, giving him quick nipping kisses until I pulled away.

“How did that feel?” he asked me.

“Good, like I wanted more.”

His smile was dazzling in response to that. He pulled back, cupping my chin with his hand before moving to take a seat in one of the armchairs.

“You’re using an alpha whip against her?” Peter asked, his tone dark. He pulled me closer, so I ended up sprawled against him. “What kinda bullshit is that?”

“I’m not really,” he said with a wave. “Don’t believe me? Fine.” Those grey eyes came to rest on me, burning into my naked skin. He didn’t look away as he unbuckled his belt and jeans, tugged out his hard dick, then left it to lie against his stomach. “C’mere Flick.”

I felt it—a tugging, a drawing of my attention here, here, here. The muscles in my legs tensed, as if ready to obey, but I didn’t move.

“Come here, Flick,” he repeated, though this time with much more force in his voice.

I could feel it throbbing at the base of my skull.

Up, get up, do it . “Come and put that pretty mouth of yours on my dick. I want to wrap my hand in your hair and force you down on it.” Aidan stiffened at that, rolling into a seated position with a low growl.

“I want tears streaming down your face as you gag on it, as I force it down your throat. I want you sucking breath in through your nose as you take me deep.”

The coercive pull of his voice ramped up with each word until my muscles quivered, urging me forward, burning venom pooling in my mouth.

I could see everything he wanted me to do and knew I didn’t want it.

Some men and women were into this, I understood that, but the thought of my throat accepting an alien intrusion just sent a cascade of horrible mental images through my mind.

In them, Sen became Rick, standing over me, forcing his cock past my lips, tearing the hair from my scalp as?—

“No,” I said, frowning and shaking my head. “I’m not doing that.”

“See,” Sen said, flopping back into his chair, looking pleased with himself.

He wiped his brow with the back of his hand.

“That was all I’ve got. I can’t make Flick or any of you do anything, but I can push a little, and I do that when I can see it’ll help.

” His gaze switched to Peter. “Like last night. You took a big leap last night. How’d it feel?

Tell her what it was like, being inside her for the first time. ”

Peter’s arm tightened around me, making me turn to face him.

He fought to meet my eyes, but when he did, I almost pulled free.

Those familiar brown depths contained so much.

So much, it frightened me. My hand went to his face on automatic, stroking that tensed jaw, until finally he let out a long sigh.

“I… When you bit me, it was the greatest and worst moment of my life. All of a sudden, my heart felt completely full, like nothing else could get in. There was this beautiful woman in my arms, and without even questioning it, she chose me. Me. I never thought that was gonna happen, but it did and I…”

When his eyes filled with tears, so did mine. I couldn’t help it, and neither could he. I went to swoop him and wrap my arms around him, but he shook his head.

“But then my heart fucking broke, because no matter how things went, if you decided to keep the bond in place, some day, some how, you’d end up wanting me to hurt you trying…

trying to make love to you. That moment, when you took me inside you.

” His eyes darted off to the side. “It’s just sex.

I spoke to Ophelia about work arounds when you felt up to it.

We could have had a perfectly satisfactory sex life without it, but…

” His breath came out in a long shudder.

“There’s something that comes from being inside the person that you love.

Like you can’t be physically any closer than that.

You give them pleasure with your body in the most intimate of ways. When I could do that…”

His face crumpled down and then hid inside my palm as he turned into it, a tear springing free.

“Peter…” I put my arms around his neck and buried my face into that broad chest, his arms going around me. “I love you so fucking much, and you felt so amazing. I can still feel it inside me.”

“What?”

I was smiling when he stiffened, so I grabbed his hand and pressed it against my pelvis.

“When women have really intense sex, it leaves an… ‘Ache’ is too strong a word for it. It’s like a constant reminder of where you were, of how good that felt, of how good it’ll feel when you do it again.”

“Again?” His eyebrow cocked up, and he gave me that rare as hen’s teeth cocky smile of his.

“Definitely again. You can’t let me feel that and then take it away.

Like with you, there’s no way to miss my g-spot, ever.

” I moved in slowly, so he could pull away if he wanted, but he moved to meet my lips, just tasting each other for a moment.

“It was rubbing so hard each time you moved, and my orgasm was so intense.”

He pulled me to him, and I went limp in his arms, just letting myself be held by those massive muscles.

Love is kind of a scary thing. To dismantle those carefully constructed defences, made for bloody good reasons, and allow someone in and give them all the keys to your triggers and vulnerabilities.

But sometimes it’s an exchange—of power, sex, time, energy, attention, support, and care, as well as those fears.

Then when that other person takes all you are and holds it inside them, and you do the same, that’s where the magic happens.

I looked at Sen with new eyes, when I finally turned around after however long we’d taken, and saw a similar look of awe in Aidan’s eyes. The man himself didn’t seem fazed, his eyes running over the lot of us with a satisfied air before coming to rest on Noah.

“So obviously there’s been a bit of a shift in the dynamic when I was out. Snowy here is buzzing like a bee in clover. Anyone want to clue me in?”

Noah’s pale blue eyes came to rest on me, studying my face, no doubt for indications of what I was about to say. I leaned forward and retrieved the remote from the coffee table, his tongue flicking out and swiping across his bottom lip as he watched me show it to Sen.

“When you left, I heard Noah…playing. I went down the hall.” My eyes dropped to the remote, my thumb drawn to the dial. “I watched Noah get himself off, and we talked.”

“About?”

I could see the other guys were interested in that as well, as I felt their eyes on me.

“What I like,” Noah said, his eyes starting to dart, but when they connected with mine, there was something startling about the intensity there.

“What I’d like to do if there’s an opportunity.

I gave Flick the remote in the hope she’d play with me in a way that still felt safe.

That way, she doesn’t have to touch me if she doesn’t want to, but we can still… ”

“Do you want to?”

Sen’s words were delivered conversationally, but there was a challenge there, despite his tone.

I looked at Noah, still sitting there, his shorts pushed down away from his still throbbing cock. Damn, the boy had some stamina.

And what would that feel like, being unleashed upon you?

“Stand up, Snow. Let the lady take a look at you. And ditch the shorts. You’re three quarters of the way there right now. May as well commit.”

I marvelled when Noah did exactly as he was told, standing up and towering over me.

He was bloody tall, taller than any of the guys, I thought.

His eyes scanned us as his thumbs tucked into his shorts, then he pulled them down and kicked the fabric away.

He stood there, hands on his hips, all the many lean muscles on clear display as his body tensed.

Peter placed a gentle kiss on my neck as I inspected him, sending a shiver through my body.

There was an elegance about Noah that the others didn’t have. He looked like some kind of elfin prince, possessing the strength of a rapier rather than an axe. My fingers twitched as I leaned forward, scanning all that perfect milky flesh.

“How do you feel when she looks at you like that?” Sen asked, amused when he caught our startled looks. I’d been under some kind of spell wrought by Noah’s body without even realising it.

“It’s hot. I like being looked at, watched. I always want attention, too much. It stops me from feeling invisible.”

“Noah…” I said.

“Don’t feel sorry for me,” he said, frowning momentarily. “That I hate. Look at me like you did beforehand, like I was beautiful to you.”

“You are,” I replied. “All of you. I haven’t seen an average looking guy in this whole town.”

His smile was sweet, happy for a moment.

“So that’s not it then. So it must be…” His hand shot out, ready to take the remote from me, but I tightened my grip.

Everyone heard the hiss of our breath as we made contact and that same sweet, hot feeling washed through us.

I resisted his fingers’ pull, sliding my thumb along the dial.

“Oh!” he said, his face a picture of bliss, his fingers boneless but not pulling away.

Because he didn’t want to. He wanted to be touched so much, even if by proxy.

“Is your skin hungry?” I asked, the words kind of nonsense, but I figured he’d understand anyway. I saw the need rise in his eyes before he nodded.

“So fucking much.”

I reached out slowly, but he flinched anyway when my hand came to rest on his surprisingly warm hip. A small moan escaped his lips as he covered my hand with his.

“Touch me wherever you want, Flick. I’m yours.”

“Well, there’s an offer. That’s a whole new playground you’ve got on your hands,” Sen said.

“He’s not a playground. He’s a person,” I snapped back.

“One who’s craving your curiosity and your exploration.” Those grey eyes taunted me, daring me to go that step further.

“In the bedroom,” I said, getting to my feet, and Noah didn’t move back to give me space until he absolutely had to.