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“Speak for yourself,” Slade said, but he dropped down between my open thighs, a hungry look on his face.

As he started to lay kisses against my inner thigh, the others crawled onto the bed.

Finn tilted my head back, swallowing down my moans as I felt hands trail all over my body.

His lips were like roughened satin, slow and sensuous, as hands traced the sensitive skin of my groin, raked across my ribs, then circled my breasts in ever decreasing circles until closing on my aching nipples.

God, this was less like sex, and more like being swept along on a tide.

The sensory overload was intense. Sometimes during sex before I’d come to Sanctuary, I’d wished my boyfriends had had another set of hands.

Like my nipples were aching for attention as he went down on me, or I wanted fingers inside me and rubbing either side of my clit.

Well, this was something altogether different.

Sensations warred, the soft tugging on my clit, the fingers working their way into me, the stinging suction on my nipples, the open mouthed and deep kisses.

Pleasure was painstakingly drawn from every square inch of my flesh.

I shivered as my mind fought to process each bit individually, but I couldn’t.

It was a symphony of sensation, and I was being dragged along with it.

Surrender.

As soon as the word appeared in my mind, I felt myself go limp.

This wasn’t about my pleasure or theirs, it was ours.

Every single one of my lovers worked together as a team to give me this most amazing experience, and it was my job to enjoy it.

My ribs rose up from the bed as the tension grew.

Sharp stabs of pleasure flared hard inside me as my skin hummed with the gentler pleasure of touch.

When Slade stood, positioning himself between my legs, I moaned, “Yes…”

“Hungry, love?” he said, rubbing his cock along my cunt.

I nodded.

“Open your eyes,” he said. “That’s right, look at me, stay with me.”

Heat warred with something painfully naked as he pushed his cock into me. His brows creased and smoothed, the skin tightening around his eyes, as if somehow that would protect him from what was being said wordlessly.

I could try to dismiss it as just a physical thing, his body intersecting mine, moving faster and faster, increasing that delicious friction we both craved.

And yet, as intense as that was, there was so much more.

He was giving me all he had. The flex of his jaw as he struggled to keep himself in check, the gorgeous shift and play of muscles in his torso as he moved, the shuddering rasp of his breath, the way he fought to give me his best. I struggled to hold onto his gaze.

I wanted to throw myself into the dark, close my eyes where there was only the delicious ache of my clit and the hard thrust of his cock, but I couldn’t.

It felt so good, he watched my teeth worry my lip, saw my squirms and thrust harder, pushing us closer and closer…

Until I reached up and pulled him down with me. He was no longer thrusting into me, we were moving together, a multilimbed organism, reaching out for something that was bigger than we were, until we caught it.

I felt his throbs inside me as he came, my own orgasm spiralling along with it.

We swallowed each other’s gasps, unable to pull apart even to catch breath, the swell in my chest part emotional, part oxygen deprivation.

I didn’t care. It was as if I sought annihilation, as if continuing to operate as a separate organism was somehow an affront to the natural order of things.

I cried out when he was pulled from my arms, but it was Brandon who took his place.

I didn’t need to be told this time, I kept my eyes on him as we moved, the sexual act now a series of tiny separations and rejoinings that shook something inside me.

“Beautiful girl,” he said, tilting his head, and I saw the glitter in his eyes.

The second orgasm caught us both by surprise.

It was as if this suspended state of bliss was our natural one, and for it to come to some kind of crescendo was unheard of.

He slid regretfully from my arms but then Shaun was next.

He reached out for Brandon, pushing him down between us, so the other man’s tongue flickered over my clit as Shaun shoved himself inside me.

His hands went to Brandon’s head and my hand, linking us all.

He wore an expression of tormented bliss, his eyes falling almost closed as he moved, but he drew the three of us along with him.

A tug on my nipple drew my gaze away, and I saw Aaron bend down and suck it into his mouth.

My fingers restively roamed across his close shorn skull.

He released it with a pop and growled, “I can’t wait to get inside you. ”

He got his chance not long afterwards. Shaun collapsed further down the bed, Brandon pulling away, but not too far when I put my hand on his arm. He smiled and flopped down beside me, placing a couple of quick kisses on my lips.

“You OK, love?” Aaron said.

I turned back to see that mountain of a man place a hand on my hip before moving any closer.

I couldn’t miss the tension in his body, his abdomen a wall of rigid muscle, but he paused, checking if I was alright to proceed.

I rolled up onto my knees and wound my arms around his neck.

For some reason, that sheer mass of muscles made me smile.

While he was gentle and considerate, the illusion that he could snap me in two with little effort was kind of sexy.

This made the gentleness with which he cupped my face and kissed me all the more special.

I turned when I felt a weight shift behind me, and saw that Finn had joined us.

He drew my head back, kissing me before releasing me to Aaron.

The two worked together, passing me to and fro until I was half drunk from it all.

It began to blur, was I looking into Aaron’s eyes or Finn’s?

Who exactly didn’t seem to matter. A warmth rose as I was stroked, growing hotter and hotter until one of them slid inside me.

I had given up on eye contact, lying with my head thrown back as they dragged cries from me, ragged and torn from my chest, filling the air.

This is it, the end, the last one I have in me , I thought.

And as if in recognition of that, the pleasure built and built.

Past the point of simple bliss, past intensity and ecstasy to something altogether foreign.

I should have come a million times by now, and I kind of did.

My cunt spasmed, my clit throbbed, but it didn’t end.

Nothing resolved, fell away. Rather, my nerve endings laboured on and on, sending wave after wave of heartbreakingly beautiful sensation through me, until this felt less like sex and more like a natural wonder or disaster, completely alien and devastating .

“Mmm…”

The purr was an unfamiliar one so my eyes snapped open. Instead of Aaron or Finn or any of my lovers, the black wolf pumped between my legs, his smile a cruel twist, but his eyes were heavy lidded with lust.

“Oh, no,” he said when I tried to scrabble back. All my new found Tirian strength deserted me as his fingers dug in like iron, holding me in place. The place his fangs had bitten into in my shoulder throbbed in time with my cunt.

I’d like to say that all the lovely feelings brought about by our group lovemaking dissipated, but perhaps in the final betrayal, my body kept responding, now a foreign sensation that ignored my mental and actual screams. Orgasm struck like a million knives, hitting me harder and harder, forcing cries from me until I came no more.