“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?”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Slade does.”
“And if I wanted Slade in here, I’d call him. I want you and him, to show me what this heat was like before me. What it would be like if you’d never stepped inside this building, never laid a finger on me. If you were in the barracks or the mess hall, what would you be doing when the heat rose?”
“You want me to see if he can take me?” Aaron rasped.
“Is that what would happen?” I asked. “Would he be on his knees in front of you?”
At my words, Brandon moved like a puppet on a string, falling to the carpet, but still maintaining a distance between him and Aaron. He turned to me, something that seemed to cost him some effort, if the shake of his muscles were anything to go by. “We’re doing this for you. Remember that. If this gets too much or too weird, you say so, and we’ll stop.”
“I won?
?t,” I replied.
“So, you gonna have a taste of this?” Aaron asked, stroking his cock.
“You think I’m the bottom because I’m not as burly,” Brandon said with a grumble, though I watched him shuffle closer. “I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars after this.”
“That right, little man? Well, let’s see what you’ve got.”
Aaron is all of a sudden mouthy and pushy, perhaps who he really was when my Tirian’s dominance isn’t beating down on him. But despite the arrogant smirk on his face, he cupped Brandon’s cheek gently as the other man moved into his space, drawing his chin up and placing a careful kiss on the lips he must have been imagining wrapped around his cock. It was a slow, almost polite thing initially. They explored each other’s mouths like humans would shake hands, getting to know each other, testing each other’s measure. Then I heard Aaron’s breath hitch in his chest. Those big hands buried themselves in the raven’s wings of Brandon’s hair, the smaller man cradling Aaron’s head. Those hands began to draw each other closer, until the kiss was an open-mouthed, desperate thing. It was Brandon who pulled away first, grinning when the other man followed him, his lips like magnets, tugging Aaron’s along. He got to his feet, and for a moment I thought he was going to end things. For some reason, my breath caught, unwilling to breathe in or out, until I knew if he would. Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and he moved forward, thrusting slightly into the small gap between its head and Aaron’s mouth.
“You want to taste it, don’t you? Feel my hard length in your mouth, feel me thrust it down your throat.” The bigger man nodded, completely transfixed by Brandon’s dick, watching every slight shift of his hips. “Are we going to put on a pretty show for my girl? Are you going to swallow me down, tears streaming down your face, grateful for a mouthful of my dick?”
Aaron nodded, then surged forward, dropping to his knees and then running a long lick up the length of the other man’s dick. I watched Brandon’s head drop back for a moment, and then he let out a heartfelt sigh, just lost in the sensations created by the other man’s swirling tongue. When he opened them a slit, he looked over to me and grinned, a wild, careless thing I’d never seen on him. Do I squash this down somehow? I think. Stop them from being who they really are?
“Stop overthinking, outsider girl, and enjoy,” he said, grabbing a fistful of Aaron’s very short curls and thrusting his cock past Aaron’s lips, which had been rubbing themselves all over his head. He shivered when Aaron’s muffled groan sent vibrations down his shaft, then looked down. “Don’t touch,” he said when he spied Aaron thrusting his dick through the tight grip of his hand. “After we’ve got our ladyship’s juices running, I’m going to lie you down on that bed and fuck the cum out of you while she rides your face. That all right, love?”