Aaron was the complete opposite to Finn, moving forward in shorter strokes, his hand coming down on the bed to balance himself, his face flushing as he struggled to control himself. I wrapped my legs around his barrel chest, and Brandon’s palm covered Aaron’s as he worked himself deeper.
“She’s going to feel so good, be so full, her pussy stretched tight around you,” Brandon said.
“Stop, you’ll make me spurt,” Aaron gasped.
I tugged him down, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing those full lips. “So come,” I said. “Fuck me, fill me, bite me, the rest doesn’t matter. If I don’t come, that’ll just make me hungrier for the others. Just take, Aaron. Don’t worry about anything else.”
He let out a groan that sounded heart breaking, his cock surging forward and filling me, just as Brandon had said, his hips starting to move back and forth. Fuck! The guys loved to play with my g-spot, loving how wet it got me, the way I squirmed as they stroked it. But with Aaron’s dick, there was no avoiding it. The rough strokes dragged so firmly against it, I was panting and crying out as the sensation rode the lovely edge between pleasure and pain.
“He’s getting you right where you need it,” Brandon said, turning my neck to one side. He licked his tongue along the length as Aaron sped up, dragging me along for the ride, his hard body slapping into my clit with each thrust. “You feel like you could just burst, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“So burst for me, my queen, burst all over his huge, aching cock.”
Brandon struck as swift as a snake, biting down on the flesh between my neck and shoulder, and it was as if his venom contained more than some kind of pseudo-mystical ability to join two souls. My body erupted at his command, my back bowing as the waves slammed through me, my cries coming out as choked growls.
Because it was perfect. Aaron was perfect as he struggled to continue, the glorious cloud of spine-tingling pleasure I felt infectious, carrying him off and over the point of no return, his cock jerking inside me as he exploded. Brandon licked the site of his bite as Aaron pulled me onto the bed, keeping me locked around him as they lay on either side of me.
“She’s ours now, love,” Aaron said, his hazel eyes glowing golden in the light.
That was the significance of this act, I realised. Apart from mystical wolves in the skies and vague prognostications, the act of the men being able to mark me had a different weight to it than me marking them. They got to be the ones to reach out, take me, claim me, and I knew exactly how that felt. Left to our own devices, some people would want to make mating marks, and some people would want to receive them, with some overlap between. But we didn’t get a choice, not here, not in Sanctuary, not in Leifgart. I looked over at Jack, who sat in his chair with his foot resting on his knee, his face half wreathed in cigarette smoke, and wondered…
But not for long. Slade tugged me away, and Brandon rolled in to take my place, his kisses slow but persistent, until Aaron rallied and started fisting Brandon’s hair. I ended up resting against Slade’s leg, my head in his lap.
“You like to watch that, don’t you?” Slade said, stroking my hair.
“I like to watch all of you. Watching Brandon and Aaron is no different than watching you. I love all of you.”
He smiled at that, a curious kind of peace in it, despite the feel of his hard cock under my head.
“Then watch what’s happening to your boy.”
I turned to look at where he pointed and saw Hawk was crouched on the bed, his hand idly tugging his cock as he watched the proceedings. This is wrong, I thought. It’s too much like the first time—Slade ordering him around, Hawk grateful for our scraps. He still doesn’t feel like he can join in on things, not like he does with Jack.
I winced at that. I was trying so damn hard to be cool and groovy about the complexities in our relationship, but this killed me. I knew academically that he and Jack had a circle of trust built over many years, which probably resulted in that intensity between them, but it didn’t stop me from envying it. I wanted to sit Jack down and ask him how he did it, interview him until I felt like I had a repertoire of skills to get through to Hawk, but that’s not what was needed.
He is newest to your pack but doesn’t have the alpha energy of his mate, my Tirian said. Perhaps he is waiting to be chosen?
Chosen? I tilted my head. I felt that same ache in my sternum that had so plagued me outside the ruins. I watched him silently, then looked around to see what he saw. Finn lying half-asleep on the bed, his eyes heavily lidded as he observed us, like a lion surveying his pride. Aaron and Brandon were getting hotter and hotter, kissing and clawing each other with everything they had, until Brandon broke away, pushing Aaron down on the bed as he retrieved the lube from one of the bags, then made a big show of popping the lid and working the contents along his dick. Slade held me, and Jack watching the proceedings, the grand ringmaster surveying the chaos he’d stirred. Where was Hawk in all of this? The easiest thing for him would have been to throw himself into Jack’s arms, but he didn’t. It was then that I think I understood Jack’s actions. As uncomfortable as this was for Hawk, he was stepping back, letting his lover step forward.
Slade smiled when I sat up and kissed him, then both of us turned to look at Hawk. “You gonna take a new courtier, princess?”
“Yeah. That OK?”
He looked inordinately pleased to be asked, which made me scratch my fingers through his beard, rub my thumb against his bottom lip. He sucked it in, then released it, shooting me a wicked smile.
“You go where you need to, as long as you come back to me.”
I dropped another kiss on his lips and then got to my feet
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“Hawk.”
I said his name quietly, but his eyes darted to me in an instant, so quickly, I wondered if he had been waiting. I padded across the floor towards him, feeling the light and the air caress my skin as I went. My neck stung, blood crusted the bites I wore, but I felt strong as I walked towards him. As I reached out, he stood, moving closer until he loomed above me. I placed a hand on his chest and then felt it.
Not the great torrent of emotion my mates gave me, rather it was a subtle thing, a thin thread of longing shot through with fear. I didn’t like either much, so I wrapped my hand around his neck and pulled his head down.