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We dozed for a while in the quiet of the afternoon, not fully asleep, the strangeness of each other’s bodies too much for complete relaxation.

When my eyes flicked open, I found Aaron looking into mine, his hazel ones soft.

He ran a hand across my cheek, and I turned my face into it, kissing the palm and something flared behind his eyes.

I felt it too, deep inside, an ache for another round, but it sat cheek by jowl with a more immediate tenderness.

He’d been slamming into me when we were both racing towards orgasm and now, I was feeling the after effects.

“I don’t think I’ve got another in me, though god knows I want to,” I whispered.

“S’OK,” he said with a grin. “I’ve had sex one more time than I expected today, so it’s a good day by my definition.”

I pulled myself gently from Brandon’s grasp, straddling Aaron again.

His smile widened, his eyes trailing down my body, lingering on my breasts.

“You’re so big, all over,” I said, running a hand over his impressive chest. His muscles popped under my caress, and I wasn’t sure if that was deliberate or not.

I swivelled around and saw the heavy length of him had risen to the occasion.

“Big is part of the problem though,” I said with a sigh.

He just chuckled, bunching his abs as he grabbed my legs and flipped me around, so I straddled his face and now looked down on his dick.

“Fucking’s only part of the fun,” he said, rubbing his slightly stubbly chin along my thigh.

“God, Aaron, I’m not sure if I can take…

oh!” His tongue flicked out and licked my seam with the lightest of caresses.

The feel of his breath on my skin was almost stronger.

Taking my silence as permission, he traced his tongue on the most sensitive part of my anatomy, just letting the tip glide along my slick skin, twirling and circling, drawing my attention to each and every aching inch of it.

I groaned, feeling my cunt twitch in anticipation.

I looked down at his rigid dick. I could take it, with a bit of help from Brandon, surely I could.

I started to move down towards it but his fingers dug in for a moment, forcing me to stay put.

Two can play at this game , I thought, and I reached out, trailing my fingers along his length.

There’s a weird electrical sensation that comes from letting your fingertips glide very, very lightly over another person’s skin.

I let the pads of my fingers only just skim over his hardness, watching them shift as they scudded over rigid veins, spreading when they encountered his swollen head.

“Fuck,” he mumbled into my thigh, and I could feel the tension in his body, trying to force me to increase the pressure of my caresses.

The weird thing was, his cock felt even harder, as if wanting to thrust into my palm and not being able to get himself there.

His revenge came in the form of a flurry of feather-light touches to my clit.

Its sensitive throbbing due to all the attention it’d been getting, and the heat running through my body.

“God, please…” I murmured. His tongue flicked faster, not harder and not firmer and not what I needed, but while my other hand began to claw at the sheets, I kept the other around him, just as delicate.

My fingers twirled and twisted, my thumb resting in that sweet spot just under the flare of his head.

His hand went around mine, forcing my fingers closed and then thrusting into the tight space, but I wrenched my hand away, moving so my thighs encased his face.

I ground down, the sudden rush of sensation feeling just glorious.

My arms reached up, for what I didn’t know, my hips undulating against his mouth for a moment before he grabbed me and threw me backwards, into Brandon’s vice-like arms. Apparently, he was awake now.

“There’s a pleasure that comes from not having what you want,” Brandon whispered in my ear.

“I’m not feeling it,” I said as Aaron pinned my ankles to the bed, using his body to hold them there as he bent down to begin again.

“Sure you are,” Brandon said as my body jerked at the first ghost-like caress, then he began to pinch my nipples between his fingers. “It’s all you can think about, isn’t it?”

When Aaron moved in closer, cock in hand, I thought, Finally, finally he’s going to give me what I need. I curled one leg around him to drag him over. “Nuh uh, princess. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow if we do.”

“Well, Brandon can fuck me, and I’ll suck you off.”

Brandon chuckled. “I like the way your mind works, but let’s see what he has in store for you.”

That big, thick cock slid through my folds like a hot knife through butter, the hard shaft shoving my clit hood back and forth.

It wasn’t satisfying, my legs flailed and I began to shift within the cage of Brandon’s arms, struggling, fighting to take what I needed.

Aaron chuckled, avoiding my attempts to catch him and pull him closer, that big head of his grazing the entrance of my aching cunt without going any deeper.

“Makes you want it so much more, doesn’t it?” Brandon asked.

“Yes.” I wriggled out of his grip and then rolled free, standing naked at the end of the bed, both of their eyes on me. “You,” I said to Aaron, “get on the bed.”

He moved to do as I said, and I watched that big body spread out like a welcome feast, right when I was feeling the ache of need deep within me.

“Jules...” Brandon said, coming to stand beside me, then he grabbed my arm, something that made me see red.

My lips peeled away from my gums as I snarled at him, which made him fall back instinctively, but he came closer again, much to my disgust. He took in my expression, listened to the rising sound of threat coming from my throat, but he reached out for me, even as a look of resignation washed over his face.

“Jules, the heat is riding you, making you think your body can do things it’s not ready for, love.

Aaron will do whatever you want, but its gonna kill him to see you in pain tomorrow.

And the heat will still be burning inside you, even if you are bruised up from today.

Fuck, Jules, we can satisfy you in so many ways, but we’re trying to make sure you get through this in one piece. ”

“How do you know what my body can and can’t do?”

I watched Brandon’s eyes slide to meet Aaron’s and something, something I didn’t understand passed between them.

I noted the shift of Brandon’s throat as he swallowed, then cleared it.

“We experience our own heat, when a new female comes into season. It drives all single men into overdrive, but there’s only so many female outlets for that. ”

“You...” The word hung in the air, unfinished. I didn’t need to ask, I could see it in their body language. “You’ve fucked each other.”

“Maybe. I don’t tend to remember faces,” Aaron said, sitting up.

If it wasn’t for his straining erection, I’d have thought him almost ashamed.

“It seriously becomes any means to get off. It’s not about your partner, it's just a need. Some do form partnerships after the heat wears off. That’s what Doc reckons it’s for, to throw potential partners together in more and more combinations until they stick.

If you’re still in the arms of someone or several someones when the heat dies down, you know that’s probably where you need to stay.

We’ve been through it, we know what’s happening to you. ”

“And you know how much pain I’ll be in, don’t you?” I said to Brandon.

Those grey eyes slid over Aaron’s form, lingering on all the parts that were hard and aching. His tongue flicked out for a moment, swiping along those plush lips. “I do.”

“And that’s what you’re trying to protect me from? Or is it something else?”

My Tirian shifted inside me, looking at Brandon in a whole new light. Was he potential pack mate or competition for my men? I could feel her whuffing, stretching out her muzzle to scent the man, looking for signs of a possible threat.

“Fuck, Jules...” Those eyes met mine and didn’t waver.

“I’ve fucked guys, guys have fucked me. If that’s what you needed to hear, then there, that’s the truth of it.

But if you want me in your pack, and the condition is that I never look at another bloke, then done.

Hand on my heart, I’ll occasionally miss the novelty of it, but that’s about it.

You don’t get it, love. Girls from the outside don’t.

This is about you. Everything in me wants to make you happy, keep you safe, fuck you senseless.

” He moved in closer, slowly, until he was saying the words against my lips.

He trailed kisses along my jawline, then buried his face in my hair when he pulled me against him.

“Biological instinct or real feeling, I’ll never know, but you’ve gotta forgive me if I want you to avoid some of my mistakes. ”

I stayed still, not letting myself soften in his arms. I wanted to.

Outsider me heard a calm, sweet voice and felt a warm, hot body and just wanted to surrender, but I wasn’t her anymore.

That was disorientating, because that meant I didn’t know who had replaced her.

So that was perhaps why the next thing I said was a surprise to all of us.

“So, what would you do?”

“What?” Brandon pulled back, frowning for a second before searching my face for further clarification.

“What would you do with him? If you were me?”

I looked down and saw the slight twitch of his hand, the throb of his cock, pre-cum pearling on the tip as he considered what to say.

When I looked up, the two men remained where they were, hadn’t moved an inch, but the air was thick with a tension that had come from nowhere.

Their eyes bore into each other’s, before Brandon shot a look back at me, eyes hooded.

“You want to see that, princess?”