"Right now, I'm avoiding adding anyone new to the mix unless forced to." The black wolf's sure hand sliding over me immediately sprung to mind, sensually repellent.
"If you're thinking of the bastard in lock up," Aaron said, "don't. I spoke to my CO. He's completely neutralised. I'd say it's just some residual trauma from when you were bitten."
"Maybe, but as I've been meandering through Sanctuary like some kind of over-sexed vacuum cleaner, sucking up dick left and right, with little thought to the consequences—"
"Fuck, don't start talking about sucking dick," Slade groaned, pressing down on the lump in his jeans.
"I don't mind," came Aaron's low rumble. He moved behind me so that his hand swept my hair to one side, his lips on my neck. "Keep going," he prompted, pausing.
"Fuck..." I felt a whole body shiver at the feel of his mouth on me. "You guys said it was supposed to get better after the heat."
"Yeah," Slade prowled over on all fours, causing Buddy to jump to the floor. "There's a theory going around about that."
"Yeah?" I leaned back as he covered me with his body, his lips on mine. "What's that?"
"Too much human blood," he said between kisses. "Like Nerida. Humans are always sexually receptive. Don't have distinct mating times like other animals do."
"What?" Aaron's hands went to the hem of my long sleeve shirt, pushing it up to bare skin he could stroke, but I rolled away. "What does that mean? Is this what you were talking about last night, Jack?"
"Hmm...?" He had to pull his mouth from Hawk's to look at me, his eyes hooded and glassy with lu
st. "Fuck, I don't know, I'm just riding the fucking hormones in this room to what promises to be an explosive finish. My dick is aching."
"You said something about feeling me back at your place, it keeping you up," I said, holding hard to the thin sliver of fear amongst the swirl of sensation from the two bodies touching mine. Hawk's eyes held mine as he unzipped Jack's pants, the other man fairly panting as he did so. He jerked when Hawk slapped his length against his palm.
"God, don't do that. I feel like I'm gonna blow as it is," Jack growled. "Get your jeans off and fuck me."
For a moment, a cool, hard part of myself was able to watch the proceedings, as Hawk took his time getting naked—well aware he had Jack's, Aaron's, and my attention—and Slade did the same, though much quicker, then he lay on the bed with one arm across his eyes as he stroked his cock.
"Lube," Jack grunted. He'd torn his clothes off, revealing the long, lean lines of his body, and now he bent over the edge of the bed, arms on the mattress. Aaron moved like lightning, opening one of the drawers and grabbing out a tube that he tossed to the two of them. Hawk picked it up with a nod and then began to slather a blob on his partner's arse. "Oh fuuuuck...."
Jack's head hung down, his whole body flexing as Hawk prepared him, but Hawk didn’t move forward until Jack was working himself back on three of his fingers, thrusting and twisting his hips. "What the fuck is this? It's like the air itself is stroking my body. I'm on fucking fire. Put it in Hawk, stop fucking around."
The darker man stepped between his legs, grabbing Jack's hair by the handful before grasping his dick at the root and rubbing it against his lover.
"Don't go easy. Just fuck me," came Jack's muffled growl.
"Don't blame me for this later," Hawk said, and then his hips surged forward. Jack's gasp was so loud, it sounded like he was choking. "Love?"
"I told you,” Jack croaked. “Give me all you've got."
My head jerked around when Aaron got to his knees, working his thick cock in his hand. His eyes took in every movement of the two of them, no doubt seeing what I did: a savage poetry in motion. They were so harshly beautiful, it hurt to look at them. The casual brutality with which Hawk fucked Jack seemed completely at odds with the gentle man I'd seen today. Jack's throat was exposed, his back pulled back in a tight bow, his guttural cries fighting their way out as Hawk ploughed on.
"Hawk..."
There was something mournful in the man's voice, something that slowed Hawk's thrusts. He shuddered for a moment, breath coming in long draughts, then he pulled out of the man gently before turning him over. It was much sweeter when they came back together. Hawk's hands clasping Jack's, lips on his lover's throat as he moved inside him.
I jerked back off the bed and backed away, fighting to get free of the spell over the room. I heard the black wolf's laugh in my head as I edged towards the door, his voice in my ear as I slipped through the open doorway.
So sweet. Just the honeypot to lure those I need by your side. Come to me, little queen. Soon, or this will become a nightly ritual.
16
I ran from the house, Buddy a silent shadow at my heels. I grabbed a pair of car keys as I passed the table, running outside and slamming the door. I didn’t work out which until I clicked on the disable alarm button. I pulled myself up into the truck that beeped, letting Buddy scramble in beside me. I started the car and steered it off the verge onto the road.
I was wet, so fucking wet. I could feel the evidence of just how much I’d liked what had been happening, now there was nothing to distract me but the low rumble of the engine and the gentle blow of the fans. I gripped the wheel tighter, my arms starting to shake the farther I got from the house.
This is not what I wanted. I wanted to throw myself in the middle of it, take up Slade’s little suggestion and just work my way through each and every guy until I couldn’t come anymore. Instead, I drove to the Stores shed, a well-trod route now in my mind, and jumped out of the car the minute I killed the engine, then stopped dead in my tracks.