A large truck had been backed up to the loading dock, and men swarmed all over the area, ferrying the boxes out. I stood there, looking up at them all. Long and lean or bulky and muscular, they were a parade of male flesh, many of them shirtless, skin gleaming in the sun. Then they faltered.
For some, it was almost instantaneous. They caught my scent and dropped what they were carrying, turning towards me, eyes hungry. Others took a little longer, wondering what the fuck was going on with their colleagues before looking around. It didn’t matter. Within minutes, I had the attention of every man there.
Sonny swung down from the loading bay, landing on the ground in front of me, his dark hair in haphazard spikes from being ruffled. His expression was grim as he approached, but he kept on coming.
As did the others. My eyes darted around as more and more dropped down beside him and strolled on over.
Don’t want to lure the bees inside your hive? Then catch these.
“Ah...” My voice broke as I tried to get the words out. “Um... is Brandon here?”
“Out delivering,” Sonny said with a slow swing of his head. “S’OK, we’ve got what you need.”
“What? No, I need to talk to Brandon, something really weird is happening.”
“Words are bullshit, your scent doesn’t lie,” another guy with ash blond hair said. “Just choose who you want.”
“What the… No! If I wanted that, I would have stayed home. I need to get in contact with—“
“What’s going on?” A man with a clipboard came out and took in the disarray pretty quickly. “Stop stuffing around. There’s perishable...” His voice trailed away, and his eyes went wide. “No,” he said, vehemently shaking his head. “No, no, no! I love my mate!” His hands scrabbled for his pockets, wrenching out his phone. His fingers started to pound on the screen, but I had bigger fish to fry.
“Don’t have to make a choice. Shaun said you like a group. Well, there’s plenty to go around here,” a guy with rusty red hair and green eyes said.
“No,” I said, struggling to put some fire into my reply. I didn’t want this. Really, I didn’t. My brain was appalled by the concept of stripping down and being covered by big, muscular bodies, each of them fighting to get inside me, but my body... I took a step backward, then another, trying to wrest control of my conscious, but each movement drew my attention—the rasp of the lace of my bra against my nipples, the subtle rub of the seam of my jeans between my legs. My teeth sunk into my bottom lip, trying to hold my whines back, but somehow, that burst of pain was read as hot as well.
Then the guys started to strip down. Shirts ripped off, buttons flying everywhere, others were rent down the middle. I stopped in my tracks. Yeah, they were gorgeous, but that wasn’t any big deal here. Just back away from the wall of man flesh, I told myself.
I heard the black wolf’s laugh in my head as I stumbled. Dear fucking god. My hands went to my lower abdomen. Pleasure whipped through me, errant lightning strikes of it, bringing me to my knees. “I am not spontaneously orgasming in front of my boyfriend’s workplace,” I muttered, crouching there as it felt like a big, velvety hand stroked me all over. Slick, plush warmth spread down my sternum, the edges brushing against my nipples and making them pull up tight, desperate for the sensation to extend that bit farther, but the feeling crawled down, instead.
No, no, no. I shook my head. My clit twitched, my cunt slickening in preparation for something I’d roll over and let have me with no questions asked.
“Julie?”
I look up, eyes bleary with tears which resolved when I blinked. My brain felt bloated and fuzzy with lust. Nerida looked down at me, concern and surprise warring on her face.
“Help...” I squeaked.
Her hands closed around my bicep. I groaned as she hauled me up. I swayed into her, taking a deep breath and catching this sultry flowery scent.
“Hey...” I said, my eyes dropping down to her plush lips.
“Hold on, fellas. This might be worth a wait.”
I was dimly aware of Sonny talking, but right now, I hovered in front of Nerida, lost in the golden sparkle of her eyes, my body anchored to her by her hand.
“Jules, have you ever been with a woman?”
Her voice was a low throaty hum that I felt throughout my whole body. “Nup.”
“Ever experimented when you were at uni?” I shook my head. “Watched any girl on girl porn?”
“Nup.”
“Goddamnit, you smell like warm honey and bad decisions, my two favourite things. But whatever’s happening here, I think you’re not going to thank anyone if it progresses any further. Let’s take you to Finn.”
“Finn, yeah...”
My brain bombarded me with imagery at her suggestion. I was tugged along, walking drunkenly where she led, but all I could see was that broad chest and taut abdomen, that vein that roped up and over the clearly defined V of muscle at his hips, leading the eyes down to a smattering of reddish brown hair until...