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So much for turning into a wolf , I thought, feeling like prey as I walked over to our room, the four on them hot on my heels.

They came to stand by my bed, and for just a second, I admired the male beauty on display there.

How the hell had I gotten so bloody lucky?

I shook my head, not wanting to go down that rabbit hole.

“Noah, I don’t know if I can do what you said you’d like to do.” That sharpened the eyes of my mates. They stared at him, not entirely friendly. “He said he’d like…”

“I want to spend hours licking her cunt clean, right after she’s been fucked and is full of cum.

She’d be so sensitive. You’ll have been driving her mad for hours, her clit, her cunt.

I’d be so gentle, just teasing that post-coital soreness she talked about, just reminding her so, so gently of what she’s been through. ”

“That’s what gets you off?” Aidan asked, arms firmly crossed.

“It’s one of the many,” he said with a shake of his head. “They’re kinda encyclopaedic. I could go through them with the two of you over some beers if you like, make sure you’re cool with them. Nothing harmful or humiliating. I don’t like that at all.”

“You sure that’s off the table, Flick?” Sen said with a long look at the way my thighs rubbed together on the bed.

He was right. God, this heat was punishing. I’d only just gotten off, and now I could feel the twist inside winding tighter.

“I’m not sure of anything, but I want everyone who’s staying to get on the bed. If you want to take a minute to have a drink or a shower?—”

“I’m in,” Aidan said, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“Always,” Peter said, coming to lie down behind me.

Sen shook his head with a smile at the idea that I would even ask. He looked meaningfully at Noah, who still hovered at the end. Finally, the blond man said, “Just…just don’t touch me because you feel sorry for me, OK?”

“Look at her,” Sen said. “You need to learn to read her. None of this is an exact science, but see how her nipples are budded tight? Look at the way her body is angling towards you. Her pupils are dilating, her breathing is slightly faster.”

“That may be because I’m getting sick of waiting,” I said. “Get on the bed, Noah, or don’t. I get this is a vulnerable experience for you, really I do. Come here, see how you feel. It all stops when you want it to.”

“And if I don’t?”

Whoa, those eyes burned with a whole different light now.

“Crawl over here and kiss me, and then we’ll see.”

Despite the fact that I knew he turned into a wolf on the full moon, there was something feline about Noah. He sauntered over, doing as I asked before stopping in front of me. A small smile formed when I leaned in to him, waiting for him to close the gap. And when he did, the world went sideways.

Well, really, I fell down onto the bed, instantly caught up in a swoon of feelings.

If I’d found touching him overwhelming, the feel of his lips was something else entirely.

His hair fell over me like a silken curtain, and I couldn’t help but reach up and touch it, the strands soft like feathers.

The other went around his skull, tugging him down to deepen the kiss.

I felt the echoes of the light brushes of his mouth all over my body, the texture of his lips so plush and soft.

I found myself opening to him, wanting more, more, more.

More of the taste of bacon and coffee and mint, his tongue swiping in and reminding me of just what he’d proposed to do before.

I moaned when the mental picture came, of that satiny hair trailing down my body as his head moved lower, kissing his way down…

His eyes went wide as I flipped him over onto his back, straddling him with a smile.

“Everything OK, Flick?” Aidan asked.

“Oh, she’s fine,” Peter replied for me, so I shot him a quick smile, but my eyes were drawn back to what was beneath me.

How had Noah been overlooked? I traced my hand over the broad span of his shoulders and watched his arm muscles jump as he fought to hold himself back.

I smiled down at him, recognising the effort it took and appreciating what opportunity I’d been given.

Curling my hand, I traced his collarbones with the back of it, trailing down between his pecs, then placing the palm on his sternum.

His heart beat at a furious pace, rattling around his chest, because of me.

“How are you feeling?” I asked as I scratched a nail across his pale pink nipple. His lips fell open at that. “You like that?”

He gave me a quick nod as I leaned down and ran my tongue along his chest before flicking his nipple with it. His hand came up, holding me in place, pressing me for more.

“Flick…”

“It’s OK,” I said, then traced that tight little bud with the tip of my tongue. I sucked it into my mouth, feeling that slippery sensation, then bit down gently.

“God, I feel that in my cock.”

I felt his hand slide down to help that along, but I batted him away.

“Not yet,” I said, placing a kiss on his lips, but pulled away before he could return it.

“So hard…” he groaned. I was sitting on top of his rigid length now, letting my hips shift back and forth slightly. “You’re so fucking wet. I can feel it. Let me?—”

“Not yet.”

“Yet?”

Those pale blue eyes went wide with hope that stopped me for a moment, but his hands went to my hips, encouraging me to keep moving.

I shifted so the movement could grow longer, coating him in me, feeling that throbbing length and the need for it to be pushed inside me growing.

I cocked an eyebrow at him, not willing to commit yet.

But I was lying to myself, I knew that somewhere inside me.

A banquet of male flesh had been laid out for me, and every restriction and responsibility had been taken away.

What had Sen called me? A greedy girl. Well, right now I was.

I wanted to glut myself on the four of them, with little care for the consequences.

Just drown myself in them. Take and take and take until I collapsed, knowing they’d catch me.

This is heat , my Tirian said. It is the feeding, it is the release, it is the test.

That makes no bloody sense.

Because you still need to be fed. You are like this one, starved of touch for so long, you will need much of it. Lie down, let this one take his fill. He has shown he has good stamina. He will please you greatly.

But what about after? I think he wants ?—

After is after. Now is now. Surrender to your hunger.

And with that, the world reasserted itself.

I hurriedly took in the guys’ intent observation, Sen most of all.

Speaking of hunger, there was some of that in those grey eyes, before he realised I was looking.

Then the calm, sensual mask was reasserted.

His eyes dropped down to where Noah writhed underneath me.

“Please…” Noah begged.

“What do you need?” I asked, stilling above him.

He rolled us over so that he covered me with his body, his cock sliding between my thighs as he pressed a hot, messy kiss to my lips, all teeth and tongues.

“Gonna make you come so fucking hard,” he promised, his eyes shining green, his voice a guttural growl as he moved down my body. He glanced over his shoulder at Aidan. “Will you hold her still?”

Noah seemed to realise what he’d done when his eyes darted around, a pregnant pause filling the room.

“I want to?—”

“Oh, we know what you want to do,” Aidan replied, coming to sit by my side. “You want this, love?”

“You know the answer to that already,” I said softly, not liking the concern on his face.

“I do. Me and Pete, we’ve been feeling a pull towards pinning you down, but we weren’t sure if you were ready for it.”

“I guess I won’t know unless I try?”

But as he settled behind me, I knew how this was going to go.

It might have seemed a strange thing to allow someone I loved to hold me down, trapping my arms and legs, especially after I’d suffered so much when Rick had pulled similar shit with me.

But the act to me wasn’t a trigger now. Everyone had been oh so careful about boxing me in when I was still healing, but as I felt the vice like grip of Aidan’s hands on my arms, stretching me out for Noah, I realised something.

There was the odd familiarity of being trapped, an old frenemy, but it was coupled with that which was new.

I was in the arms of one man who loved me and another who might come to.

They wanted to destroy me with pleasure, not pain, and as I felt Noah’s sensitive fingers stroking my thighs, parting them for me, as he settled on the bed, I realised this was the moment I had become more than a survivor.

Aidan smiled down at me when I whined at the first kiss placed on my inner thigh, stroking my hair back with one hand and gripping both my wrists with the other.

I was strong. I was a mother, a lover, a friend, and as weird a realisation as it was to have when a strange man started licking your skin clean like a cat, I knew then I was a good person who hadn’t deserved any of what had happened to me.

It turned out overthinking can be useful at times.

Noah spent more time labouring over my cunt than any other man I’d ever met.

He teased me with kitten-like licks up one thigh, until my clit throbbed and my slick overflowed, then backed off to do the same to the other leg.

I was emitting one long, low, keening sound by the time he finished and pulled back, forcing my eyes open.

I looked at him through slits and saw that cocky smile on that almost pretty face, transforming him into something radiant.

He hooked his thumbs under my knees, forcing them up to my chest, splitting me open to his gaze.

And stare he did, like I was something magical he dare not drag his eyes away from.

He did finally, turning to me and saying, “You sure now, Flick? Like, I’ll stop if you want me to, but it's gonna be…it's gonna be hard.”