This you again? I thought, waiting for the black wolf to reply. All I heard was a chuckle, but it was difficult to know if it was real or just my memory of today.
"Got any more?" Slade said. "You've got these two panting, so it must be good."
"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."