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“I’m sure. Please, Noah. I need you.”

I was treated to an almost boyish grin before he settled down, face perilously close to where I needed him to be, my leg angling out to draw him closer.

“Grab her leg,” Sen said to Peter. “I’ll grab the other.”

The feel of them settling next to me and the pressure of their bodies anchored me, kept me grounded as Noah’s tongue flicked out.

Initially, he was gentle, just taking little sipping tastes of me, a low hum in his throat telling me what he thought about that.

Then that cunning little tongue got quite a lot more adventurous, tunnelling down into my depths, his tongue too slick, too mobile to give me the rougher pressure I needed, but that just made me ache all the more.

He shifted, swiping up with long broad strokes of the flat, my legs twitching under their restraints as he grazed over my clit but otherwise avoided it.

“Noah…” I sighed, part plea, part acknowledgement of the world class head he was giving.

Before coming to Sanctuary, there’d been a degree of fear when a guy went down on me.

How long was he going to tolerate doing this?

Was he any good? Would I get off? How did I ask him to move a little to the left or right and then flick… oh yes, just like that!

Instead, I was rocked on a dreamy sea of sweet, soft caresses that fell upon me like snowflakes, each sizzling on contact and dissipating, only to be replaced by another and another.

“Noah…Noah…”

My voice was ragged for calling his name, but on he went, until my voice cracked, until those mobile fingers teased my aching cunt, brushing way too briefly over my clit before thrusting in.

“Oh fuck!”

“You’re OK, love. You look like a fucking goddess,” Aidan soothed. “Make her come, Snow, as many times as you can. She looks ripe for it.”

“Forced orgasms? Fuck, yes,” he said. “I’m gonna press pretty firmly on your g-spot, so just tell me if it hurts.

” He noted the tensing of my thighs. “But it shouldn’t.

It should blow your fucking head off.” He waited for a nod before bending over me again, his tongue tracing the length of my clit hood as his fingers thrust in and out, slowly building up the pressure to the sounds of my moans.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’d had a few partners acquaint themselves with my g-spot over the years, but apparently, they knew nothing, Jon Snow.

I felt the customary intense pleasure-slash-pressure, my clit almost blossoming in response to it, but his licks grew lighter, depriving me of the rapid flick I wanted.

He chuckled at the sound of my growls and pushed harder.

“Oh fuck!”

It was hard to describe what happened. It was like everything just swelled up and burst somehow.

That sounds really painful, but it was amazing.

His licks grew firmer, his hums louder when he finally wrapped his lips around my clit, suckling on it as he continued to stroke.

It was less ‘come-hither’ and more ‘you’re gonna come fucking hard, bitch. ’

And I did.

My eyes flicked open, staring blindly at the ceiling as my cry sliced through the air.

I sobbed openly, tears streaming down my face as it happened.

My clit felt like it was being sandwiched between his fingers and his lips, massaged and stroked in ways it had never been before.

Rather than the fast explosion of orgasm, it was so much slower.

Heartbreaking in intensity, it just kept spreading and spreading as my cunt fluttered erratically around his fingers, and then it peaked.

I was completely and utterly awash with a pleasure so intense, it shut everything else down.

It surged through me, rewriting me, transforming muscles and cells, soothing ragged nerves, bathing me in a golden pleasure, that for a moment, turned the world white.

Something flooded from me, licked away hungrily by Noah, despite the electric zaps that made my body jerk with every sweep.

“More?”

That one word took my brain an aeon to put together as his fingers trailed lightly over me. Then as it started to come online, one dropped lower to circle my anus, teasing the tight muscle there.

But that wasn’t what I needed right now. I couldn’t handle his dislocated love-making anymore. I wriggled out of everyone’s grip, reaching for Noah.

“Hang on, love, you need to let some circulation?—”

I silence Sen’s oh so sensible advice with an honest to goodness snarl, reaching down and hauling Noah up.

“Flick, it's OK, I—Oh!”

I watched his response hungrily, taking in every detail as I lined his cock up and then pulled his hips closer.

“Oh!” He kept repeating that same funny little exhalation the deeper he sunk, until his forehead came to rest on mine. “Oh, Flick, you feel so good.”

This Noah wasn’t quite so well practised away from the little scenarios he’d been playing in his head.

Now he was here, connected to me, and I gloried in every micro-expression that crossed his face.

His head twisted on his neck, and his eyes shut tight as he moved, stroking in and out of my deliciously tortured flesh, stirring up that old ache and replacing it with a new one. For him.

I hadn’t really understood the point of the heat until now, but our Tirians were wise creatures.

Sex brings forth a complex array of hormones, responses, and pleasures that we spend quite a lot of time putting up barriers to.

It’s what made it possible for us to do something so shockingly intimate as putting our bodies in the hands of another, then walk away emotionally unaffected moments after we had what we wanted. But maintaining that in a heat?

The endless responsiveness lulled the mind, dismantling those boundaries we kept between us in a sea of pleasure to let things in.

Let the other person’s needs, wants, desires, pleasure in.

Let their ideas and experiences in. Let their history and their predilections, their hopes for the future.

What should have been a mindless orgy was actually something else.

Some people I’d met at parties at uni had babbled on about tantra and sacred sexuality, and I’d dismissed it all as hippy bullshit, but what else was this?

As if sensing my mood, Noah opened his eyes and then shifted us so he was in a seated position with me straddling him. He looked at me with the softest eyes and then kissed me as he pushed back inside me.

“Does this… Is it better for…?” I asked between kisses.

“The plug? Well, yeah, it presses on my prostate so damn good, but that’s not it.

” He studied me for a moment, not changing our slow, rocking pace.

“You might not want me to do this again. I want to feel you and smell you and bury everything I am in you, so that if this is it, I’ve got something to take back with me when I go home. ”

I felt a pang at that, a sense of loss, despite the fact that he was right here with me.

And how could I lose someone I didn’t even know?

I knew about some of his sexual proclivities, but that was it.

And yet I absorbed everything he had to give me—breathing in his sighs, tasting his lips, sucking his sweat into my skin and his scent into my nose.

When we finally came together, my body absorbed his ragged rasping cries, his snarl of almost pain, his sobs of relief, and his jetting seed.

Mine , a voice rumbled in my mind.

Don’t do this , I told my Tirian. Not again. You can’t keep throwing people together and expecting it to work.

Mine , she replied, all her age-old wisdom cast to one side to reveal a primal beast snarling at me. I know what is pack. He is pack!

Then let me find my way to that. If we’re meant to be together, we’ll sort it out in time.

Stupid monkey brains. Always pick, pick, picking.

And what about Kade? Noah hasn’t even met him yet. He’d be bloody horrified to find he has a new dad ensconced in the house. He needs time to adjust to things, to develop a relationship with anyone that becomes a part of this household.

I didn’t get a reply to that, just a sulky sniff before she prowled away.

“C’mon, lie down,” Sen said. “Everyone nice and tight. Coming down can be a bit rough after something like that. You did well, so very well. Just rest now. The next wave will hit soon enough. Just rest.”