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I should’ve wondered at that, right? I tried to excuse myself later with the fact I’d grown up with the idea of strange voices inside my head being normalised, because Shaun was doing his freaking damndest to pull every possible pleasure from my body.

As he was right now.

“Open for me.”

His command vibrated all the way through me, and I felt like it affected me on a cellular level, my body helpless to do anything but agree.

“That’s it,” he coaxed, pushing two fingers into my arse, his free hand rubbing the small of my back.

I was on my hands and knees, open to him in ways I hadn’t ever been before. Like, I’d taken a dick up my arse before, but not like this, not from someone that loved me. That was obvious, apparent, in the careful way he made sure I was as ready for him as he was for me.

She’d been right, whoever she was. Shaun couldn’t seem to go soft, holding me close, his cock still throbbing inside me, until we’d caught our breaths.

Long, slow strokes along my skin had settled me initially, then sensitised me, having me shift against him, writhing on that still rigid cock until he’d just laughed, pulling free to grab lube.

He’d rearranged me into my current position, running his hands all over me, telling me how good, how beautiful, how hot I was in a low steady stream, until I’d felt the touch of lubed fingers.

Initially, he just traced the flexing muscle, drawing my attention to it, instantly making my cunt and my clit ache, something I must have mumbled.

“Greedy girl,” he chided in a tone that was anything but.

I could hear his smile rather than see it as he rustled around in the similarly well-stocked bedside drawers.

I gasped as I felt something blunt, slick, and cool slide into my cunt, a finger pushing inside my arse at the same time.

Then it was a dizzying array of sensations, each competing and egging the other on to hitherto undiscovered heights.

“Just fuck me,” I hissed, earning myself a slap across one buttock.

“Not yet. Not hurting you, Bec. Only pleasure for my mate. We’ll know when you’re ready.”

I ground my teeth, feeling that slow, steady thrust of his fingers inside me, feeling like I bloody was.

Let him have his way , she insisted. It will make the process smoother. He’s so hard and quite thick, but his focus? I can work with that. So potent, love in its first flower. Let him show his love by teasing you open for him. Surrender to his love, to me.

That pricked at my consciousness, my body tightening, and Shaun hissed in frustration.

“Relax, love…” he soothed. “Take a deep breath in and then out again.”

I could no more refuse him than shout down a storm, my muscles instantly relaxing, which was our first mistake. By letting him in, I let her in as well.

Mm… She gave a self-satisfied purr as I felt my body adjust to his ministrations, just like Ethan’s did. Your men are quite delicious.

Suddenly, through some psychic sleight of hand that I couldn’t follow, I felt all of them.

Shaun’s intent focus on my body, reading me, my muscles, my responses as they slowly softened for him, letting his fingers go deeper and deeper and with greater ease before he pulled back, poured more lube over his fingers, and then pushed three in.

All while Axel did the same. It felt like she sucked in Ethan’s groans and mine, tying them together to become something greater than their parts.

Through her I could feel the leaden aching weight of Ethan’s cock, just wanting to erupt, but Axel hadn’t let him.

The other man had taken the dominant role, teasing and teasing Ethan until he was just about begging to come.

I could feel the big blossom of pleasure that came from every pass of Axel’s fingers, making Ethan leak all over the sheets in a thin trail of cum, wanting the rest to come with every breath.

But we couldn’t articulate that, anything that we wanted.

They had us on the hook, caught in the timelessness of immediate pleasure, climbing and climbing endlessly to a height that seemed dizzying but couldn’t stop.

Shaun and Axel, they took their cocks in their free hands, rubbing them across our buttocks, needing that contact, wanting to yank their fingers away and replace them with their throbbing shafts but not letting themselves yet.

Yes , she hissed. Yes. Build the fire, stoke it higher. That’s where the power comes from. Give this to me, and I will make your existence one long, libidinous dream. No pleasure will be out of reach. I’ll make you experience things beyond your wildest dreams.

Which should’ve gotten my back up, right?

Like, who offers that kind of shit to people, especially disembodied presences in my head?

I wasn’t a Christian, but this was straight from the Devil’s playbook, surrender to me and all earthly pleasures will be yours…

but I was surrendering. I was feeling a kind of pleasure I’d never felt, as my cunt gripped the dildo he’d slid inside me, as his fingers scissored inside me.

Other people had played with my arse, but never like this.

Was it because I felt both of us, all of us?

Each thrust mirrored and echoed, caught in a feedback loop of pleasure, rolling over and over in it, until finally, Ethan and I gasped, “Please…”

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Axel said, trying for his usual cockiness, but we could feel the shake of his limbs as he straddled Ethan.

He worked a thick, ropey glob of lube all over his shaft until it glistened and gave a few tugs, just for the pleasure of it, stringing the whole thing along, because he knew the minute he sunk himself into Ethan, he’d be gone.

His skin felt too thin, his body too full, his mind reeling within a heady cloud of pleasure, and he didn’t question the source.

He just moved over the other man, his body a picture of muscular perfection as he rubbed the big head of his cock over the other man’s flexing hole.

“Give it to me,” Ethan ground out.

“Nope, not gonna happen,” Axel replied shakily as Shaun’s hands landed on my hips. “We’re gonna do this slowly, do this right. I’m thick, thicker than you’ve taken before I’ll wager, and you’re gonna take every fucking inch like a good boy, but you need to do this slowly. I won’t hurt you.”

This was a promise to him, me, and anyone else we brought to our bed. With great dick comes great responsibility, and Axel took his seriously. So right now, that involved teasing the flexing ring, waiting until it gaped slightly to move forward, just an inch, then pulling back.

“Oh fuck…” Ethan groaned, his shoulder going down as he reached for his dick, but Axel knocked his arm away.

“No way. You’re gonna come hands-free just from what I give you, because I know what you need, Ethan, deep inside.”

Axel grit his teeth as he looked down, watching every second of the moment when Ethan’s arsehole stretched around the head of his cock, swallowing it like a greedy mouth, as if Ethan couldn’t bear for it to be outside him for even a heartbeat longer.

He stopped and just stared, at where their bodies met, at the tight, too tight feel of Ethan gripping him, and all that was to come next.

He forced himself to take one deep breath, then the next, as he rode out the need to fucking come, to blast Ethan’s insides with everything that boiled within him, and then, when he’d mastered himself, he moved.

“You’re ready,” Shaun announced, and everything followed the same lines.

Of course it did. The boys might have been relegated to the other room, but we were joined.

Shaun might not be aware of that yet, but he would be.

Right now, all he could focus on was getting inside me, claiming me, taking every part of me as his.

Like Axel, he was careful, so fucking careful, until I shoved my hips backwards, pushing that big head in.

I appreciated his care and concern, but my body sang with the rightness of this.

This wasn’t my first anal experience, and as I felt him push deeper, I knew it wouldn’t be the last. She shared endless permutations with me, of them in every hole, some of them inside each other, daisy-chaining things until we were all joined, filling my mouth with cock as I screamed out my pleasure, a shaking, inexperienced hand sliding across my ribs to my breast.

Wait, what?

As if summoned by that thought, my focus spiralled out, powered by the heavy thrust of Shaun’s cock and Axel’s, of Ethan’s pleasure and mine. And of his.

He stood within the shelter of one of the big trees that lined the avenue that you took to get to the alpha residence.

His skin was covered with sweat. He’d run as fast as he could, and he knew he was so close.

Shade… The name sung in my mind. His shorts were shoved down, one hand slamming down on his cock, the other edging behind.

He frowned, never really experiencing anything like this before, this ache in his arsehole.

What was he saying? He’d never really experienced anything.

No one had reached for him, no one had touched him, only himself, so what he was getting down the bond was blowing his fucking mind.

He managed a few jerky strokes before he erupted all over the grass, but just as I had a little mini orgasm as Shaun bottomed out, as Axel dragged the heavy head of his cock against Ethan’s prostate, making him squirt on the bed.

But that wasn’t the end of things. We were leapfrogging on the back of each other’s orgasms, each one more intense than the other, the stranger, Shade, astonished when his dick just got harder after coming.

He blinked blindly at the cum splattered before him and then gave his cock another few strokes, feeling another orgasm approaching before he dropped his hands, starting off at a sprint for the alpha’s residence.

That was where he needed to be, where all the pleasure could be found.

He felt us vaguely, but somehow, he had my scent, Shaun’s, Axel’s, and Ethan’s in his nose, spurring him on.

When Shaun pulled back, as Axel slammed into Ethan with greater and greater intensity, while all of us were open-mouthed and delirious with sensation, Shade knocked on the front door, hammering on it until Ophelia opened it.

“Shade, what in the?—”

“I need them,” he snapped, pushing past her in a way that was completely foreign to Ophelia.

“Shade!”

His name was a command and question, pinning him to the spot in the fancy arse foyer.

“What the hell is going on?”

It was his cry, inarticulate and pained with need, that broke her hold on him, if only to find the source of his discomfort, but Shade was having none of that.

He loved and respected the alpha, would never dare barge into her home at any other point in time.

He’d never barge in anywhere. Shade wasn’t his real name, but it was the one that everyone called him when they noticed him, because he hovered around the perimeter, watching, waiting—waiting for me.

I felt that just as sharply as the pleasure that roiled around inside me, uneasy with its spiky, prickly sharpness, augmented, added to by Ethan’s, by all of the men’s.

Oh yes … she said, I said, we all said, able to sense now, in the way people fucking can, that bigger, brighter thing just beyond pleasure, if we just reached for it.

Ethan and I, we slammed backwards, meeting their every stroke, and Axel and Shaun, they drove everything they had into us.

Shade, he found our room on automatic, Ophelia ignored as she followed him, a shadow herself.

He opened the door, hearing Ethan and Axel fucking, but that wasn’t where he needed to be, it was here.

His hand shook when it landed on the doorknob to our room, Shaun too far gone in what we were doing to yell at him as he burst in.

When I looked up, I met Shade’s strange amber-coloured eyes, seeing them in stereo. He saw what I saw, I saw what he did, then he clambered on the bed, shoving his shorts down.

That’s it, she exulted. This one’s untried. We can make him entirely ours.

That made me pause, looking up at him, seeing all the frantic desperation, the shaking, fumbling of Shade’s hands.

“Please…” he begged. “Please.”

Give me this, she said, a ferocious edge to her voice, but it barely cut through the sensual haze we’d created. Give me your pleasure, and I’ll multiply it exponentially. I’ll make you a queen.

Then I saw it, a regal red-haired figure that looked surprisingly like the woman who’d escorted Flora into the forum beforehand.

She smiled down at me from a podium, one I’d stood on before, in the plaza.

This time, behind her, was a giant white wolf, one that was several stories high, its green eyes glowing in the morning sun.

Shade tipped my chin up, drawing my focus back to him, back to them.

“Getting close,” Axel ground out, and I knew then, he was hanging on for us.

I parted my lips, sucking as much as I could of this stranger’s fat cock down my throat, feeling his body and mine convulse in response.

She didn’t lie—we were ecstasy, spiralling higher and higher, all the strands of what we were wrapping around the other, dragging each of us up, drowning us in our pleasure as we did them.

“Fuck!” Shaun snarled as my body snapped tight around him, as Shade’s cum erupted, as did Axel’s and Ethan’s.

Ethan came exactly as Axel predicted, hands-free and euphoric with it, as it all just poured out of him without effort, shot after shot that mirrored Axel’s cum as he filled him up.

And Shaun. His fingers became claws as he went rigid, bucking helplessly against me, all control left as every muscle sought to empty himself in me.

Shade tipped my chin up as he pulled free, wincing from the sensitivity of it before staring into my bleary eyes.

“No one’s ever done that before,” he said in wonder, then before I could answer, his mouth slammed down on mine, tasting me and himself.

“What the fuck was that, and who the hell is he?”

Our heads jerked free to see Axel and Ethan, still breathless in the doorway.

And who the hell are you? I asked the voice inside my head.

Branwen , she replied smugly. I’m the conduit to the White Wolf.