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"Get on the bed," Slade said.

"You taking over from Brandon?" I said, but I did as he requested, getting on all fours.

"Maybe I want to see what the pushy little shit gets from all this. Yeah, I think I get it. It's like playing dollies for adults."

"So what're you going to do with us, oh lord and master?"

He chuckled at that, but his hand went to his cock, giving it a few long, slow strokes. "I know you're only joking, but it makes me so damn hard to hear you say that. How about we let new boy keep practising on you, while you suck Aaron off? Poor bloke looks fit to burst."

"Do I get a say in this?" Aaron said, but he was clambering onto the bed, moving into position in front of me.

"She's willing to throat that anaconda, and you're complaining?"

"Yeah, alright." Aaron looked down at me with a smile, caressing my cheek. "You OK, love?"

"Sure," I said, watching his cock bob as he got into position.

"You want this." His voice was the sound of pure male confidence.

"So do you, if this is anything to go by." I stroked his balls, pulled up and tight against his body, ready to offload. "You do look like you're going to burst."

"All over your face if you keep doing that. Fuck, I feel like a kid around you. Got no fucking self-control."

"So I'm guessing doing this is gonna drive you nuts?"

His growl started when my hand went around his shaft, and I struggled to close my fingers.

Then I licked the head like you would an ice cream, provoking a louder response from him.

For a moment, I just enjoyed that—twirling my tongue around the head, running the tip along the sensitive underside, and brushing my wet lips across the top.

"I'm about five seconds from shoving this down your throat."

My head snapped up, my eyes burning as I stared into his. "Have a care, Aaron, for I have sharp teeth." My voice was an ominous rumble, completely unlike my own. I felt the tremble in his body under my hand.

"I'm sorry, I got carried away. I shouldn't—oh!"

I swallowed him down as far as I could fit him, which admittedly wasn't too far, but his gasps made it apparent he didn't seem to mind.

His hands, when they went to my hair, were reverential.

I felt him swell in my mouth almost immediately.

He didn't like coming so quickly when he first came home, but the thought of him out of his mind with need was hot.

There was also the logistics of giving long, enthusiastic head to a guy with a dick like a Coke can.

It's one of those things that sounds cool in theory, but is much harder on the jaw in reality.

"Fuck, Jules!" he cried as my tongue began to wiggle.

His hips began to shift in time with my bobbing head, but not pushing too far—we'd learned that wasn't a good idea the last time—but enough that I could tell when he was close by their spasmodic twitch.

I sucked harder, faster, pushing him closer and closer, until his dick swelled granite hard, and then he came.

He cried, begged, offered prayers to heaven.

It was hard to tell as his cum shot over and over in my mouth.

I pulled back when he collapsed down on the bed, panting hard, and moved over to lie down with my head on his chest. His arm went around me instantly, his other hand tipping up my chin to present my lips for a kiss. "I missed you," he said, eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"Missed you too. We've only got two days, right?"

"Yeah, there's stuff going on with the black wolf... I can't say much, but let's just say my CO was not pleased to hear I was offering you a token."

"Well, I was," I said, suddenly feeling shy when I looked down at the pendant now hanging between my bare breasts.

"It looks beautiful on you, particularly now."

Aaron's eyes stared into mine as he reached over, trailing a path down my neck and sternum.

I shivered when he traced the outline of the stone, his smile spreading as his finger trailed outwards.

He noted the shift in my body, the attempt to put his fingers where I wanted them quicker.

Slowly, slowly, his fingertips scudded across my breast, and I waited, anxiously, until they brushed across my areola, then circled my nipple.

"That's it," Slade said. "Flip her on her back and keep doing that. New boy, lie down beside her and stroke her clit. Princess, I wanted to string this out for some time, but I'm beat. I need in you. That OK?"

I felt a sharp stab of heat in my groin as he came towards me.

Hawk moved in almost cautiously, but the feel of his body lying against mine held that weird frisson that comes only from touching someone you don’t know.

I looked into his eyes for a second, making sure he was OK, and he just nodded.

I settled back against Aaron's broad chest, feeling him stir underneath me.

I barely resisted pulling Slade towards me with my foot as he made slow progress closer to me.

"Look at you, beautiful," Slade said, his face softening.

Both of Aaron's hands were now on my nipples, tugging them much more firmly in that place just between pleasure and pain. I gasped, my legs spreading as Hawk’s hand slid between them.

Slade nodded, noting every movement. "I dunno what the fuck the Great Wolf was thinking, giving you to me, but I swear to god, I'm gonna thank her every damn day I get to wake up beside you. "

He hung above me, arms on either side of my shoulders, creating this small, sheltered space on the huge bed, and for a moment, everything but him fell away.

When he moved between my legs, pushing himself inside me, it was as if a piece had clicked into place.

This was how we were supposed to be, joined, moving in time with each other and building pleasure in each other's bodies.

As I stared into his eyes, I saw the moment the walls came down.

It'd been there before—when I bonded with him, and when I hurt him by leaving—but it was only now I was ready to deal with it.

I dove into Slade as I'm sure he dove into me.

We were just looking into each other's eyes while fucking, as we had done so many times.

But for some reason, it was different now.

Perhaps it was the bond, thrumming as it took mere physical pleasure and transformed it into something else.

We moved as one body, making long loping movements, and then I saw them.

Our Tirians ran along some moonlit internal landscape, running the way healthy animals do, for the sheer joy of it.

We were tugged along with them, their thudding steps matching our frenzied thrusts.

We chased them down as they ran and ran. ..

Something strange and beautiful happened when we came.

I was dimly aware I was screaming, perhaps because our Tirians had stopped, sitting side by side to howl.

There were a million words and feelings in that sound, so densely packed I could spend my life trying to understand it and never finish.

I writhed underneath Slade in ecstasy, but that didn't matter.

As the howl built, as we got closer and closer, as Slade's cock swelled deep within me, it happened.

We came like fireworks, my body jerking with the intensity of it, but that's not what held my focus.

For a moment, there weren't two grey Tirians howling at the moon, only one. A much, much larger one.

When I came back to my body, Slade was holding me close, his arms and legs all wrapped around me, as if he couldn't bear even the slightest gap between us. When his face came into focus, I saw the tears on there and reached out to brush them away, but I realised I had my own to deal with.

It felt like years had passed when we finally pulled apart, though it was probably minutes.

I finally noticed Hawk, lying beside me, his face white.

"Congratulations," he said, in a hoarse voice.

He searched for other words but couldn't come out with any, and I understood why.

I reached over and hugged him, feeling Aaron and Slade also around me.

I was goo, surrounded by warmth and love.

That's the weird thing about love. While I didn't have huge amounts of experience with it, the thing I noticed about intense emotions is that they tend to be contagious.

People avoid you when you're depressed, because they start feeling down as well.

Raging at people often provokes answering displays of anger.

But love, it seemed to be this warm, fuzzy glow.

Fragile, so fragile, and so easily blown out with jealousy and mistrust, but when allowed to flourish, it touches everyone.

I was dimly aware I was being the soppiest of cows, but I just didn't care.

Sex afterglow with love was fucking amazing.

I felt connected to the whole damn world.

Which is why when Hawk got up and left the room, I left the very lovely embrace of my lovers, Slade already halfway asleep.

"You good on your own?" Aaron asked, and I smiled. He was gentle, almost inconspicuous compared to some of the other guys, but he loved to look after people. I nodded.

"Go to sleep. You look trashed. You'll need your energy tomorrow."

His smile deepened, and he reached down and tugged up a blanket, covering him and Slade with it.

"Hawk?"

The house was so quiet, my voice sounded like a rude interruption. I walked into the bathroom, the kitchen, and then noticed the back door was open. I grabbed a t-shirt of Slade's from his bag by the door and pulled it on before venturing out.

I found him under the tree he'd spent much of the night at, smoking a cigarette. Naked as the day he was born, mind you, though the moon seemed appreciative, the light picking out every line of that gorgeous body.

"Hey, are you OK?"