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“This is a bad idea,” I said as we pulled up at the meeting hall.

My body was at war over the prospect of being introduced to other guys and deciding if I should add any more of them to my pack.

My stomach churned, leaving me feeling slightly nauseous, and I felt the tension start to dig in at my temples.

I rubbed my head, trying to ease the pain, which made the apparently scratchy lace of my bra rasp against my nipples, hardening them to points, making them throb with both the sensation now and the memory of what the boys were doing this morning.

“What’s a bad idea?” Finn asked, sitting next to me.

He placed his arm around my shoulders when he saw my expression and drew me closer.

I fought back the urge to groan, drowning in the cloud of musky male scent, the smell of his desire, of the more earthy smell of our coming together this morning, not quite eradicated in the shower afterwards.

My cunt ached from all the attention it’d been getting, yet I felt hollow inside, wanting more.

“Going to meet the guys,” Slade said as he turned off the car and moved to face us. “Lemme guess, princess, you’re nervous and horny.”

“How do you…?” I said.

“I can smell the fear. It’s a strong scent, kinda repellent, but a turn on at the same time.

And horny?” He smiled and reached over, cupping my breast, his smile widening as I arched into his hand, whimpering slightly as his fingers closed over my nipple.

“You’re in heat, baby. Right now, it's your default state.”

I shifted in my seat, placing my hands on the centre console and moving forward, forcing Slade back, so my lips grazed his.

I wore only the lightest of cotton clothing, a pair of shorts I’d usually use as pyjamas and a short singlet.

I couldn’t bear to have anything heavier on my overly sensitised skin, but I knew it left the other half of my body only barely covered on Finn’s end.

His hand went to my thigh as if on automatic.

“Let’s blow this off, then I’ll blow you. We can fuck and fuck…” I said.

“That’s a given, no matter what happens today, baby,” Slade said, pushing my shirt up and the cups of my bra down.

I yelped when the calluses on his hands rasped against my bare skin.

“Though I will hold you to that offer of a head job.” I barely heard what he said, his clever plucking fingers had my full attention, right up until Finn’s hands slipped under my shorts and into my dripping cunt.

“Get her really worked up,” Slade said over my shoulder.

“I know, this isn’t my first rodeo,” Finn said, though his voice cracked on the words.

When I reached for Slade’s cock, he pushed my hands back, holding them so they stayed on the console, then leaning forward to shove his tongue into my mouth.

Sometimes they were like this, refusing to let me please them, worrying about coming before we got to fuck.

My Tirian-self accepted this as her due, though I began to feel like I was devolving into a self-centred bitch, only caring about my own pleasure.

That was a hard concept to keep in my mind as Finn’s fingers shoved into me, driving the curl of arousal inside me tighter and tighter, and Slade bent his head to suckle on my sensitive nipples… until they both pulled away.

“What the fuck?” I said, frustration pushing the haze of lust partially to one side.

“That stopped the anxiety for a moment, got you out of your head,” Slade said. Finn wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back onto his lap, so I perched on the solid lump of his erection. His hands cupped my arse, then reached back to spread my thighs wide.

“What do you feel when I show him your dripping cunt?” Finn murmured in my ear.

“Like I want him to bury his dick or his face in it.”

“Then when someone walks in that door that makes you feel the same way, you know you’ve got a possible contender.”

We walked into the meeting hall, them smirking and me grumbling. I was painfully aware of the liquid slip of my overheated folds as we did so, which was apparently the point. They opened a door with a bunch of keys and ushered me into a small room that contained several chairs and a bed.

“What’s that for?” I asked, but I already knew. “Test drives?”

“If you feel the pull that hard, then yes,” Finn said, taking a seat on it, Slade sitting next to him.

I looked at the two of them and my mouth went dry.

It shouldn’t, we’d fucked in every position possible in the last few days, but all I could think about was them on the bed, naked, me between them and…

There was a sharp knock on the internal door in front of me.

“Take a seat, princess, you’re going to be here for a while,” Slade said.

I paused, looking from him to the door. Who’s behind it?

Have I already met them? How will I know if I want them to be part of the pack?

I felt like my ability to discriminate had fallen to the wayside.

I never really chose any of the guys, just fell into a sexual relationship with them.

Is there anything more to it? They seem to be hoping so, though I have no way of knowing as we rarely talk.

There’s always someone hard, and I’m always ready.

Slade chuckled when I picked the large wingback chair, covered in a plush blue velvet, then groaned when I hooked a leg over one of the arms. I instantly felt the stretch as I did so, my clit felt like it was popping up and taking notice.

I would never in a million years have sat like this before the change, especially in front of strangers, but I wriggled in the seat, the tension in my groin starting to throb in a pleasurable way.

“You’re going to drive them insane,” he said, almost gloating, “smelling like that.”

“And us too,” Finn growled. “Maybe we can cut the session short today. Say she’s tired or something.”

“Not gonna work. They know how bitches turn out in their first season. She could screw every man in that waiting room, and she’d still be ready for more.”

“Stop putting ideas in my head,” I snapped. The person on the other side knocked again. “Enter!” I said.

A well-built guy with wavy brown hair opened the door, freezing in the doorway, eyes dropping down to my crotch.

He licked his lips, trying to look up to meet mine, but failing.

Slowly, as if pushed down by an inexorable hand, he dropped to his knees before me.

“I want to be considered for a place in your pack. Please.” His eyes finally flicked upwards, the irises sporting a bright green sheen. “Please consider me.”

I looked over my shoulder at Finn, who had appeared at my back, his hands resting on my shoulders.

I moved on my chair, trying to push them lower onto the aching tips of my nipples, but his fingers dug into my skin, forcing me to stay where I was.

The guy crawled towards me, something the Tirian inside me liked very much.

I watched him moving very slowly through slitted eyes.

“He’s petitioning you,” Finn prompted, trying to force me to think through the haze of lust. “What do you feel?”

I jerked my legs down, snapping my thighs shut, the man groaning in response. I looked over my shoulder and said, “The same as I always do, like I want him to shove his dick or his fingers in me or eat me.”

“Yess…” the petitioner hissed, drawing a little closer.

“Stop where you are,” I said, and the ring in my voice had him freezing on the spot.

I got up from the chair, and the man at my feet had his eyes trained on my crotch as I turn to face Finn.

“This is the thing, before I came here, I would never make a decision about a relationship based on lust. That’s only useful for a one night stand.

How am I supposed to decide who to tie myself to right now?

I just want to get off. I want someone to touch, me, stroke me, lick me, fuck me.

I don’t give a shit who does it, it could be him, you or all of you, one for each hole… ”

“Consider my interest piqued, love,” Slade said with a grin. “I didn’t think you were keen on that, but it would take some preparation…”

“Shut up, Slade,” Finn and I said.

“But none of that would mean anything, it’s just physical. I can’t do this, Finn, I can’t. Tell them I can’t.”

“OK, OK,” he said, holding up his hands.

“I understand what you’re saying. It’s just a tradition, but I’m sure there’s a way around it.

People tend to bond during the honeymoon period.

I know it feels like it’s all sex, sex, sex, but often it starts to turn into something more tender.

Complaints were made that guys who weren’t initially picked never got a chance to make a connection, so a formal petitioning was created, to try and alleviate some of those tensions.

I’ll have a talk with Kelly and see if there’s another way. ”

“Please…” the guy at my feet said.

“No,” I say, “not you. You are meat.”

The guys all went very still, so still I looked around to see what the hell was wrong. The eyes of the man on the floor lost their green tinge and he got to his feet, eyes on the floor. “Sorry about that,” he said, in a much more measured tone. “Name’s John.”

“Hi, John,” I said, waving awkwardly. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what I just said but…”

He shook his head and gave me a strained smile, “It’s OK. I’ll send in the next guy. See you around.”