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There was part of Noah that got a little anxious about showering.

Before joining the pack, he had liked it, the feeling of the water on his skin almost resetting his somewhat frazzled nervous system, wiping him clean for another round of sensory deluge.

Now, being tucked away and apart from the general morning hubbub made his skin crawl.

His mind bombarded him with possible hiccups and hurdles.

“You’ll struggle as part of a pack,” his mother had said bluntly when he’d told her about Flick.

“Jo, that’s a bit harsh,” his dad had said.

“Well, he will. No point in beating around the bush. So many personalities in a pack, so many different needs and wants. You’ll need to be prepared, son.

This might not happen. Maybe it shouldn’t happen.

” She’d looked him over with a speculative eye, then shook her head.

“Just enjoy it for what it is. Don’t think too much about the future, and have fun while it lasts. ”

Needs and wants… beat his heart as he washed himself down. Different personalities… Don’t think too much about the future…

He scrubbed his hair mercilessly with the shampoo, his heart rate picking up as he wondered how much time he’d lost. He’d wanted to ask about putting a clock in the bathroom but…

Future, that’s for the future , he corrected himself, shoving his head under the showerhead and letting the water wash over him.

It was perhaps the sound of that which allowed her to slip in unnoticed, but his eyes flicked open when he heard the snick of the shower screen door.

His hands fell limply to his sides when he saw her there, Flick, his Flick, standing in the doorway.

He had to drag his eyes down her form, but they wanted to linger over every inch of her.

He’d be caught by the curve of her breast, its generous swell, able to tangibly feel the weight of them in his hands from when he’d held them last night, only to be jerked up and stop on the puckered surface of her peachy areole.

“Room for one more?” Flick asked.

“Yes,” he replied instantly, kicking himself when he did, knowing that’s not what she was asking.

It was a multi person shower. The whole pack could be in here engaging in a raging orgy, and there’d be plenty of space.

Actually, that was an idea. His hand went down to his cock, pushing it down as it began to swell as a rapid array of potential scenarios came to mind.

How flexible are the guys? Would they be able to…

? We could lift Flick up, one on each leg and ? —

“Need some help there?” Flick asked, and all ideas were instantly wiped by her presence.

That perfume, that sweetness… He stepped forward without even thinking about it, crowding her until his lagging instincts jerked him back.

But then she smiled, placing her hand on his hip and drawing him closer, until she drowned him in her.

His arms went around her like they always ached to do, and he dripped water as he kissed the top of her head, his hands roaming.

Give her space , he thought. She’s only just woken up.

“Mmm…” Flick moaned, seemingly to contradict his instincts. Then her hands roamed over his ribs, down his flanks, making his balls pull up tight and ache. Fuck, she was shredding him, his schedule, his resolve, everything. He reached down, forcing her chin up, his lips slamming down moments later.

This, always this. Kissing Flick made it all fade away, all the clamouring thoughts and feelings and urgent go, go, go of his heart. There was only now, her lips, her taste in his mouth, his fingers catching in the damp strands of her hair.

He wedged himself between her legs, needing to get closer. She nipped at his lips, leaving stinging trails that made him shiver, then sucked the bottom one in her hot little mouth.

“Flick! I’m taking Kade to school!”

His head jerked up as he saw the bathroom door open a crack, Peter sticking his head in. The big man grinned as he saw the position the two of them were in. “See you two tonight. Save some for me.”

“Kade! School!” Noah yelped, surging forward.

“It’s OK. The guys have got it. You got everything ready this morning, Noah.

You have for weeks. I wanted to spend a little time with you.

” She pushed him back against the wall then lowered him down to the tiled step inside the cubicle.

She detached the showerhead from the wall.

“You’ve still got shampoo in your hair, anyway. ”

His eyes fell closed as the water washed over him again, his pleasure doubled when her hands followed it, stroking through his hair, over and over until she was satisfied it was clean. He opened his eyes blearily, a kind of stillness settling over him, something Flick smiled at.

“Conditioner as well,” she said. “Can’t let those feather soft locks get all dried out.”

He just stared as she poured out the liquid, working it in her hands and then massaging it into his scalp. A low groan worked its way out of his throat without even thinking about it, something that made her laugh.

“You boys… You seem to like head massages more than sex.”

“A close second,” he said as he palmed his now rigid cock. She pushed his hand away with her knee, still working the slick liquid into his hair.

“Soon,” she promised, pulling away to grab the showerhead again.

His eyes flicked open at that, staring up at her, even when the water streamed over his face, sitting there and waiting until she was sure his hair had rinsed off enough.

He was on her a moment later, taking the showerhead from her hand and jamming it back in the socket. He liked the flare in her eyes when he took her wrist in hand, desire with just the tiniest bit of fear.

“You’ll tell me if this gets too much,” he said, backing her up to the glass of the cubicle.

“No, Noah, this is about—oh!”

He put one hand on her shoulder, pinning her to the glass as his kisses wound their way down.

Then there it was, his prize. Pulled tight by the cool morning air, the water, and maybe him, Noah brushed his lips across that swollen nipple.

He loved the feel of it, tight, aching for him.

He just wanted to wrap his lips around it and suck.

But it was better to make her squirm, placing light glancing caresses until she started to make those frustrated little groans of hers, thrusting her chest forward so he couldn’t miss it.

He grinned down into the plump flesh of her breast, liking the way his fingers sunk into the softness before running a thumb across it.

“Noah…”

He quietened her for a moment with his mouth, the soft, warm depths too tempting before giving her what she wanted.

Her nipple felt like a hard, living thing in his mouth as he sucked, particularly as she moved underneath him, her hands clawing through his hair, calling out those beautiful sounds she made as he got her worked up.

For someone who was frequently overwhelmed by all that was going on in this relationship, both with clothes on and off, there was a cold, hard part of himself that remembered everything that had ever turned Flick on, pulling from the exhaustive list and combining and recombining them with devastating efficacy.

His hand found her other breast on automatic.

She’d told him how much more intense it was when his mouth was on one while his fingers plucked her other nipple so he tugged on it, almost brutally, but she’d told him how much she liked that.

Sure enough, her legs spread wide, her pelvis tilting up as if to catch his attention.

Soon… he promised himself. She was so sweet, so hot…

He had to hold back a shiver as he remembered when he’d sunk himself into her last night.

No, he wanted her to come first at least once, though he loved it when he pushed her that bit further, ignoring her frantic wriggles until she burst all over him again.

“No, no…Noah!”

He backed off instantly, stepping free, putting his hands to his sides.

He knew permission was important before he’d met Flick.

They’d had enough classes in school, training at work to know that.

But Flick… Despite the throb in his groin and the ache of his cock, he knew he’d rather stroke one out in the shower than push her past her limits.

He forced his eyes up to meet hers. Sometimes that was hard, sometimes all he wanted to do was stare into them, but right now, he had to check in, see how she was feeling, make sure there wasn’t anything she needed.

A thrill of excitement shot up his spine when he met them.

She had been a dark goddess the night they’d taken her ex-husband down, and there was something of that about her right now.

She smiled, a vicious sickle, her fangs showing slightly as she stalked closer.

Part of him wanted to run, needed to run, have her hunt him down and bring him to ground, aching and wanting?—

Don’t think too much about the future…

“Lovely Noah,” she said, running a hand along his cheek, “always making sure everyone else is having a good time.” She grabbed his wrist and spun him around with little effort, a gasp escaping his chest as she forced him up against the glass.

She held it pulled up behind him, just enough that he could feel the pinch.

“You wanted to worship me again, didn’t you?

” She jerked his arm slightly, making the socket ache. “Answer me.”

“Yes!” he yelped, but his cock throbbed traitorously. How often had he fantasised about something just like this? “Wanted to make you come a few times, then?—”

“No time for that,” she replied, her voice losing some of that edge. “I have to be over with the Leifgart women in an hour to help Ophelia and you…”