Page 264

He closed his eyes for a second, the fantasy he’d been carrying around with him overlaying the reality and fusing together.

First, he lay the gentlest kiss on her thigh, her hand reaching down and tangling in his hair, something that tightened as he moved towards her sweet cunt.

Her whine was high and faint, little more than a whistle as his tongue flicked out.

She was so soft and warm and wet. It was like what had happened had opened her up to him.

His tongue glided over her folds, up and over her clit, massaging it very gently with the tip, just taking little sips of her until he got the greenlight.

Her hand grew firmer, pushing him closer, and he gave a little growl of approval at that, her thighs spreading wider to let him in.

He took the cues and built upon them, hooking his hands under her butt and drawing her close so she couldn’t squirm away.

He speared his tongue in, licking and sucking noisily at all the saltiness left inside her until there was just Flick.

Flick, who made breathy little cooing sounds in happiness.

Flick, who swelled and tightened around his fingers when he pushed them in.

Flick, whose thighs began to tighten around his head, whose fingers dug into his scalp, who rode his face with a shamelessness that lit a deep fire of triumph inside him, who cried out, a ragged call of victory when she reached her peak again, twitching and snatching at his fingers, wanting more.

Something they were both about to get.

She slid to the ground, grabbing his jaw and kissing him messily, not caring his face shone with her juices. She just wanted him, and that alone had him wrapping his arms around her. After a while, he was forced to pull back, just rest his head on her chest and listen to her heart, her breathing.

“We’re not done yet.”

He looked up bleary eyed, feeling a tiredness that should have hit before now. He just looked at her for a moment, not comprehending the words yet.

“We had something else planned. It’s one of the reasons why I was fooling around with you in the shower. To try and give me a feel…well, for you. What it feels like, what you want when I play with your prostate. Get up on the bed.”

He couldn’t resist her request and scrambled up, but looking around himself warily and jumping a little when a piece of well-shaped silicone was dropped on the bed beside him.

“You got a fucking Feeldoe?” he asked, his eyes going wide as he looked at the purple sex toy.

A feat of modern engineering, it worked like a strap-on, but rather than using straps, the device had a bulbous end that was pushed into the woman’s vagina.

His research said it was way better, allowing much more pleasure for both the woman and her partner.

“You’re going to…”

His heart thumped in his chest, his eyes beginning to dart, a bottle of silicon lube thumping down beside him on the bed. Sen smiled down at him when he glanced up, the other two men watching him lazily with an expression it took him a bit to decode—satisfaction.

Where are the looks? he thought. Where are the smirks and the disgust and the recriminations?

“Only if you want to. We did a bunch of reading, and Sen talked about his experiences helping women enjoy anal and?—”

“I want to. You knew I wanted that and you?—”

“We had it all planned, mate,” Aidan said. “Just piss poor communication on our part meant it all fell apart.”

“But not now, right?” Peter said.

He shook his head in response but froze when he observed Flick working the device inside her. The slow insertion, the experimental bounce of it once she had it seated.

“Wow! I was worried this wouldn’t work, but damn!”

Noah’s eyes watched her every move as she reached over for the lube and poured it into her hand.

“You ready, baby?”

He nodded, not trusting himself to speak, his throat feeling like a lump had settled within it. He went to move on all fours, but Flick stopped him.

“Stay like this, if it’s comfortable. I know you don’t like too much eye contact, but I want to watch you, see your reactions. Is that OK?”

“Yeah.” His voice sounded rusty. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He couldn’t maintain eye contact for long, his eyes dropping down as she slicked her fingers, then pushed one into him, the other wrapping around his cock.

They fell closed as he felt the high-end lube pushed into him right as her hand swivelled on his aching cock.

It was like he’d only just noticed it and now it had his attention, it was going to throb sulkily, promising heights of unmatched ecstasy.

Something he got as she pushed her finger in and hooked it up.

“Oh fuck, Flick…”

“Good?”

“You’re gonna have to keep communicating, mate,” Sen said, flopping down on the bed beside him. “Now more than ever. She’s not working that into you unless you can take three of her fingers.”

“Good,” he squeezed out, nodding and meeting Flick’s eyes for a moment before his rolled closed.

This might not happen today. He could feel his nuts boiling already, a sweet pleasurable ache beginning to build.

Moans fell freely from his lips. He had no way of holding them back as that prickly pleasure washed over him, over and over, making him feel hot and cold by turns.

Then he felt the pause and then push of another finger in.

The pain part was now sharper, but then so was the pleasure. He squirmed, unsure if he could tolerate it but wanting to with every breath. His brows creased, his breath coming faster, but an embarrassingly loud moan escaped his lips.

“You’re liking that?” Flick asked, and he struggled to respond.

He knew he had to, needed to. There were good rational reasons for it, but right now, he wasn’t his brain.

For a blissful period, it shut off and he just felt.

The slick slide of her hand up and down his cock, the slow movement of her fingers, the increased pressure on his prostate, which created an almost delicate pleasure that was at the same time overwhelming.

It was her, he realised, surrounding him, seeing him, feeling him, making him feel good in the ways he’d fantasised about.

Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, and he couldn’t bring himself to brush them away.

There was only surrender to them, to her.

“Noah?” He felt her slow, then pause. “Noah?”

He reached up and drew her down on him, her hard little sex toy pressing into him as his lips went to hers. He was communicating, he realised, with his body, with his heart.

“He’s ready,” Peter said, a low rumble in the background.

“But—”

“Seriously, look at them. He can stop her if it hurts,” Aidan said. “But I don’t think it will. He needs this.”

And he did. It took a little rearranging and manoeuvring, but then he was gasping as he felt the firm tip of her device pressing against him and then in.

His head was thrown back, his eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling as she started to move.

Tentatively at first, just tiny little strokes that made him want to hook his ankles around her and force her deep.

But he wouldn’t, shouldn’t. He made himself endure the curious thrill of feeling her work her way deeper inside him, until the hard curve of the Feeldoe hit him right where he needed it.

“Oh fuck…” he hissed, feeling a spurt of cum leak out of him.

He wasn’t coming yet, but it felt like it.

Where orgasm was a sharp, intense crescendo, this was diaphanous and all consuming.

He was carried along in this blissful cloud, the bed, the room, everything but them falling away.

She speared into his body like she did his heart, breaking him open and remaking her as his.

His eyes flicked open as he felt it build, bigger than he’d been ever able to achieve on his own, and he felt completely boneless, every cell singing.

“Flick…”

“You’re gonna give it to me?” she asked between pants, shooting him a smile.

“Everything. Everything I’ve got.”

He held her free hand as she moved, just little nudges now, his cock drooling cum until it pooled on his belly, pushing him closer and closer.

“Flick!”

Everything inside him rippled, pulsed, pushed his cum out in a great plume, Flick’s hand working it along his whole length until it dripped down onto his balls. His hand shot out, grabbing her and dragging her down on him, holding her tight as his body twitched.

“Love you,” he growled, covering her face with kisses, the thrills still playing up and down his spine. “Love you so much.”

“I love you,” she said, pulling free enough to look up at his face. “I love all of you and would do anything to make you happy.”

“Let’s do that,” Peter said, shifting closer. “Let’s just make each other happy.”

They’d cleaned up after that and snuggled down into the bed.

Noah felt like he’d been hit by a ton of bricks, and everyone else looked heavy eyed and drained too.

He’d fallen asleep to the sound of Aidan talking to his mum, then the alpha, letting them know he was back.

A faint prick of guilt threatened his peace, but Flick pulled his head back onto the pillow and snuggled into him.

He slept with the weight of them all on his body—his pack.

He dreamed of her, the white wolf. She didn’t do anything or say anything, just watched him with her inscrutable green eyes and then nodded her head, fading away into the grey of his dreams, until there was nothing but quiet.