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"Sure." Hawk stepped away from Jack, missing the other man's disgruntled expression, and retrieved a few more containers, then passed them out.

Brandon seemed to recover, digging through the soapy water for a couple of spoons.

The three who'd missed out dug in, and soon, the kitchen was filled with more groans of pleasure.

"Oh, my, god," Slade said, looking at the container with both desire and suspicion. "Fuck, it'd be almost worth the pain pissing. Imagine sticking the head of your dick in this and then having it sucked off. Or painting her clit with it."

"OK, what the fuck is in that stuff? Is this some kind of old aphrodisiac your grandmother makes?" I asked. God, this place was weird.

"Kind of," Hawk said, his head resting back on Jack's, no longer pulling away as the hand went south.

I felt a stab of fear at that, my eyes darting around the room.

These were my guys, people I'd invited into my house, not horny randos that wouldn't take no for an answer.

But will they stay like that? For a moment, I had a clear idea of exactly what we could get up to with the sex cake and the six of them, and it looked just as delicious as the dessert was.

But I shook my head, wanting to be free of the close, smothering atmosphere in the kitchen.

I never wanted to see that blank-eyed look of lust on their faces again.

I needed to know what the hell was going on with the black wolf, and I wasn't getting nakey with anyone until I did.

"How about you guys finish up here? I'll take some food out to the blokes outside. We have too much for the fridge as it is."

Hands around spoons, sliding down well-muscled chests stopped where they were for a moment. I ignored the looks of concern and frustration, busying myself with pulling out paper plates and loading them up with random blobs of food. I didn't stop until I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll give you a hand," Aaron said. He rubbed my back, taking in the slow release of tension there with a nod. The guys started to protest, but as the two of us ferried plates out of the kitchen, I felt like I could breathe properly again.

"Hey," one of the guys said as we approached. He looked at me with concern, but seemed more relaxed when he saw Aaron.

"Thought you might want some food. We've got too much to fit in the fridge," I said.

"Ah... we're not supposed to."

"Don't worry about it, Frank," Aaron said. "This is a bullshit assignment, and you know that."

Frank looked at me for a second and then nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate it." He called out to the other guys, who ambled over and took their plates enthusiastically.

"Sorry it couldn't have been your boys out here tonight, but alpha’s orders," Frank said to Aaron. "I know you would have rather had them guarding your girl."

"Hey, there's no one on base I wouldn't trust. Things seem to have settled down, anyway. I'd say you'll have a quiet rotation until the next unit relieves you."

"From your lips to the Great Wolf's ear," one of the other men said. "This food is good."

"Enjoy. C'mon, Jules."

The tension started to wind up as I walked back inside the house.

The guys looked like they'd squared away the rest of the food and had drifted off, no doubt preparing for bed.

It'd been a hell of a day, the weight of it pushing down on me all of a sudden.

"In here," Aaron said, and steered me into the spare room I'd slept in last night.

"I... I better..."

"Jules, get into bed. You're dead on your feet. If you're worried about stripping off, I'll go find some pyjamas for you."

"I don't own pyjamas," I said, staring at the white sheets.

"Then I'll lend you a shirt. C'mon, get in."

I watched him strip down to just his boxers. He was a good looking guy, with the high cheekbones and tawny colouring, but his body was a bloody work of art, all big, taut muscle. I felt tiny beside him.

"You keep taking care of me, and I haven't done anything for you," I said.

"You could get into bed. That'd go a long way to reassuring me."

"You know what I mean," I said as I got under the covers. I'd stripped off while his back was turned, still oddly shy around him. "Usually, we're tearing each other’s clothes off the minute you get home."

"Yeah, but I know you've had a little too much clothes tearing for one day. I can smell your fear, Jules."

"Not of you." I rolled into his shoulder when he tugged me closer, snuggling into the side of his body. I closed my eyes for a second, smelling that piney, woody scent of his.

"A little of me, of us. It's been intense bonding, yeah?

" I nodded. "And today would have scared the shit out of anyone.

If I was just here for sex, maybe I would be pissed, but I think we both know I'm looking for more.

Jules?" I looked up at him, at those eyes so warm, I felt like I could almost put my hands out in front of them to defrost. He moved in slowly to kiss me, keeping it light and sweet when I didn't pull away.

He smiled when we finally drew back. "Sleep, Jules, as much as you can.

You're going to need rest before you see that bastard tomorrow. "

I lay there for a while, feeling the long slow strokes down my spine, listening to the steady sound of his heartbeat.

I was tired, I could feel the exhaustion beating down on me.

I'd thought the previous day intense, but that had apparently been a challenge for this one.

But for all Aaron's good intentions, he wasn't exactly relaxing to be around, for the best possible reasons.

There was still that kind of 'strange' feel to him.

We'd certainly added a whole lot of stuff to our sexual repertoire since getting together, trying out lots of things just the two of us and with the other guys, but I knew him the least. It was comforting to lay my head on that big beautiful body, but it was also.

..intriguing. The prickle of interest I felt down my spine felt natural and organic, not thrust onto me by paranormal forces, so I slid my hand down his stomach.

The muscles immediately bunched, turning to cobblestones under my palm, then his hand slapped down on mine and stopped me from going any farther.

"Jules, it’s fine. You don't need to do that."

"Don't I?" I rose up on one shoulder. "What if I want to?"

"You've had a tough day and had to endure?—"

"I know what I went through. Thanks for being considerate of that, really. There's plenty of blokes who would have just cornered me in here and started pushing their dick at me, whining about how long it'd been since I got them off. But you're not like that."

"I'd fucking hope not. My nana would kill me."

"I don't want to have sex. I'm definitely not relaxed enough, and if I ask the guys to help out there, this'll turn into some huge thing, and then I'll be woken by Kelly hammering on my door in the morning, covered in all of your cum."

"Fuck, Jules, don't talk like that."

"Why?" I walked my fingers down his abdomen. "Because you're aching?"

"You make me so fucking hard, you know that.

Especially when I've been on roster." He pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"I spend the week stroking my cock non-fucking-stop, thinking about you until my bunkmate made me take the bottom, sick of hearing the springs creak.

But we'll get there. Even if it’s not until my next leave, or the one after that. Keeps my calluses well maintained."

He grinned and showed me those massive paws of his, and sure enough, there were calluses across the tops of his palms. Though, I was willing to bet he got them in a much more prosaic way.

"What would you be doing right now if you'd been sent down to barracks?"

"Now?" He glanced at his watch. “It'd be lights out, so I guess I'd be starting to take care of the hard-on I'd been sporting all day."

"Yeah? And how would that start? Gentle or rough?"

His eyes sparkled in the gloom of the bedroom, the only light the diffused moonbeams coming in through the curtains.

"How would I...? Well, it depends. If everyone's out to it and I've got the energy, I like to start out slow, make the whole thing last a bit."

"Like this?"

I sat up beside him, dislodging the blankets, and then reached over and gripped his cock lightly.

"Fuck..." he said, fingers digging into the sheets.

"Like this, Aaron?"

I let my fingers brush against him as I rubbed my hand up and down, only just tight enough to register. As if I was holding the most fragile thing. His feet shifted on the bed, knees pulling up as he groaned.

"Yeah, just like that."

"And then what?"

"Mmm?" Aaron's reply was strangled, his hips moving in small little thrusts along with my hand.

"And then what would happen?"

"And then..." I slowed my stroke, loosening my grip until he could probably hardly feel it.

"And then I'd probably start focussing on the head. That spot right under it." I tightened my fingers and then pushed my thumb down lightly on the spot before working it up and down. "Yeah, that's it, Jules. Just like that. God, love, that feels so fucking good."

I swallowed down a cruel smile when I pulled away and watched him collapse on the bed, panting, his dick twitching for more, before I rolled over to the bedside table.

Ever the sexual pragmatists, the people of Sanctuary; there was lube and a few other intriguing items in there.

I fished a couple out and then rolled back to him.

"Get on your hands and knees, soldier."

He shot me a quizzical look, but a hard dick was obviously a suitable incentive for him to do as I wanted without questioning.

Something settled inside me as I saw him do as I asked.

This was all for fun, and I'd never make him do anything he didn't want, but seeing him follow my orders helped replace some of the sense of agency I felt I'd lost today.