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Every woman, at some point of her adult life, needed to sit on a velvet wingback chair, leg slung over an armrest, one hot dude at her side as she sorted through a sea of other hot dudes, looking for those she wanted to fuck.

Some girls wanted to be princess for a day and have a fancy arse wedding, others wanted accolades for their achievements, but as the door opened, a tall, dark, and handsome man waiting behind it, a whole room of them beyond, I knew what I preferred.

I shifted in my chair, feeling the heat surge.

“It’s OK,” Shaun said, rubbing my shoulder, the man in the doorway staring at the point where our bodies intersected.

Yeah, it fucking was. Like, I was glad for the friendly presence by my side, particularly as this new specimen shouldered his way forward, but damn.

He filled the door frame, looking down at me like I was especially edible, his gaze sliding all over me, almost tangible, before settling in the cloth covered space between my thighs.

He had a mop of shaggy, dark brown hair, a full beard, and skin that in-between bronzed shade that indicated an ancestry much more interesting than just Anglo Celtic.

“And who are you, pretty?” I asked.

A slow smile spread across his face, his coffee-coloured eyes sparkling. He settled against the doorjamb, crossing his arms, ignoring the mutters of the guys behind him.

“Name’s Axel,” he replied, “and you’re Ms Bec.” His eyes flicked up to meet Shaun’s, and I followed them, catching the other man’s carefully neutral expression. “Shaun.”

Shaun did that little head tilt thing men seem to do with each other, keeping all their interactions super minimal, but as I searched his face, I didn’t get any tension or reticence.

“So how do we do this?” I asked Shaun, then glanced back at Axel, peering past him. “Like, do I interview them? Pepper them with questions about their sexual do’s and don’ts? Take measurements?”

As if in response to that, Axel’s hand strayed to his groin, and it was soon obvious why.

It became all too apparent that he was smuggling an anaconda in his pants.

I should have looked away but couldn’t, and seriously, would you?

You saw this kinda stuff in porn, heard ladies talking about monster dick in the ladies’ toilets in clubs, but it was a bit like Nessie the Loch Ness Monster—everyone talked about it, but who’d actually seen it?

I heard his low chuckle, his hand moving slowly, making sure I saw exactly how the fabric of his pants stretched over every bloody inch.

“Um…OK, so that’s a definite maybe,” I said, fidgeting in my chair, almost able to feel that huge thing pushing inside me and unsure if he would rock my world or tear out my cervix on the downstroke. “Like, I don’t know if I could even take that.”

“Girls do, boys do,” the man himself replied with a shrug. “I get no complaints. If I take my time, make sure you’re feeling nice and relaxed, you’ll do just fine.”

And right now, I wanted to test that statement’s validity with every bone of my body. It was like he’d drawn a line in the sand, told me I had to be this high to get on this ride, and nothing focussed my attention like a challenge.

“And if I can’t?” I replied, forcing myself to try and consider the implications of the truly insane scenario I was in.

I felt I was pretty sex positive. I’d had threesomes when I was in my twenties, played around with some low-level kinks, but Cosmopolitan magazine had seriously let me down in their sex advice columns by not preparing me for organising my own orgy.

The smile faded, and something much cooler, almost defensive rose up inside.

“Then you send me home,” Axel replied. “We all know the drill and expect that to be the case with some of us. It’s happened more than once before. I know how to deal.”

Strangely, it was that expression, not his massive hard-on, that drew me up and out of my chair and closer.

“Bec,” Shaun said with a low growl, so I turned to look at him.

“You won’t let them hurt me, right?” Somehow, I knew that was true, probably my Tirian’s machinations, a low rumble of approval coming from her. Shaun moved to my side, the two of us somewhat dwarfed by the massive man.

“Never,” Shaun replied, reaching out and placing a hand on my arm. “I’ve fought off a lotta blokes in the past, but…” His jaw tightened, then relaxed. “I’d prefer not to have to take on every guy in the place.”

I moved in closer, Shaun seeming impossibly pleased when my arm snaked around his waist, my head leaning on his shoulder.

“I need…” Both men hung on my words. “I feel like I need to smell him.”

Axel’s smile was back again, a slow thing that had me following every movement of his mouth.

“You want to get his scent?” Shaun asked.

“That’s smart. A lot of what we know and how we find who we’re compatible with comes from that.

More us guys than women, but…it’s what fucked me up about you.

” His nose pressed into my neck. “I walk into some roadhouse, and there’s you, smelling like sugar, temptation, and bad decisions. ”

Axel seemed transfixed by that, leaning forward as far as he could, his nostrils flaring as he tried to smell what Shaun talked about.

“Breathe him in, love,” Shaun said, keeping a hold of me and escorting me closer, and somehow, this was easier together.

He smiled encouragingly, right up until he stopped in front of Axel.

Shaun looked up, and I looked up with him, for a second seeing the contrast between Shaun’s gold and Axel’s bronze.

Shaun’s smile twisted as he saw me studying the two of them, imagining the much greater contrast their colouring would make, skin on skin.

“Not me, if that’s what you’re looking for, but if that’s what you want, you’ll find it. ”

“You like guy on guy?” There was something gently teasing about Axel’s voice. “I can give you that. You don’t even have to touch me if you don’t want. You want to see me messing with some pretty little thing?—?”

“You’re a top? I asked.

Go me with my sexual preference terminology. Watching all that gay porn must’ve paid off.

He snorted at that, then shook his head.

“I’m versatile. I guess I’m greedy like that.

Girls, boys, working my cock into someone willing or having someone rail me, smashing on my prostate with every stroke.

I’m always in.” The smile faded somewhat, his head dropping down, and whatever smouldered in Axel’s eyes flared brighter. “You wanna be greedy with me?”

OK, that, that was exactly the right thing to say to me.

Just a few words, but he made the crazy need inside me sound like a fucking adventure, not me turning into a rampaging slut.

He reached out slowly, Shaun stiffening, but I could have dodged out the way at any time.

Instead, Axel’s hand closed over mine, pulling me closer until I was forced to put my hands up on a rock-hard chest or collapse against him.

Both were really good options.

Axel slid his hand up my spine and drew my head down.

“Breathe me in, like I’m dying to scent you.”

The invitation was low, gentle, and dead fucking sexy, his voice containing a throaty rasp.

I jumped when I felt his nose in my hair, something that made him chuckle, and that was all it took for me to relax.

My hands slid up the chest of a man who I knew exactly nothing about, my head craning up to try and reach his neck.

So he bent down, and I felt the brown feathers of his hair across my skin, then I smelt him—like burned sugar and amber incense and cinnamon all rolled into one. My hands slid up, holding him still.

“That’s it,” he rumbled. “Take a big lungful.”

“Oi, Axel!”

I jerked back at the interjection, but couldn’t bring my fingers to pull free, and when he tried to move away, I held fast. Axel grinned, taking my hands in his and then moving slowly back to his full height.

“Say yes, and I’ll find someone willing to share between us. If you just want to ride Shaun’s cock while another guy rides mine, I’m in. I’ll put on a show, let you see every fucking thing you’ve ever wanted.” Axel paused, staring down at me, that small smile seeming to hold a hundred secrets.

“Get a fucking move on, Axel,” one of the men down the line snapped.

“Who said that?” I asked, stepping back and scanning the lot of them. Eyes looked everywhere but at me, until I met those of a belligerent-looking man. “That you?”

“He needs to put his case and then move on,” the man said.

“Walt…” the guy next to him said, giving him a shove.

“Walt, is it? You’re out, mate,” I replied, biting off the words. “I dunno how this shit works here, but if I’m having a moment with someone, I want to be able to experience that. My vagina is not on the clock.” I slapped my hand to punctuate my words, something that drew amusement from the others.

“W-What the—?” Walt started to splutter.

“Out. Now.”

Shaun moved in front of me, snarling the words, his voice gone all throaty, his beast close to the surface.

“Fine,” Walt sneered. “I’ve seen her ‘charms,’ and I’m not interested, anyway.”

“Fuck…” Many of the men muttered to themselves at that, edging away from the offender, but both Axel and Shaun formed a barrier between them and me, the growl only growing louder, until finally, Walt jerked backwards and turned and walked out.

“Christ…” I hissed to myself, looking at the clusters of men. There had to be a hundred or so guys here. “How am I supposed to see everyone?”