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He glanced over my shoulder, eyes on Brandon, and while I couldn’t see it, I could feel it down the bond. It rang like a bell now, pure and sweet. For this precious moment, we were together, completely together. I closed my eyes, resting my head back on Brandon’s shoulder, and just let go.
I began to see why Sylvan felt it was so important for us to bond. When we were all moving in the same direction, and the power I felt down our bond was immense. Could it be used in any real way? Would we be able to use it against the Volken or the Great Wolf? Would we end up with an adult equivalent of the Care Bear Stare, using the power of love to triumph over evil, and would I be the green one because that’s my favourite colour?
“That’s not letting go,” Brandon said, tapping me on the head.
“Heard that, did you? Look, I did for a second, which is like a world freaking record for me.”
“Ah, Jules, that crazy head of yours,” Aaron said, kissing the top of said cranium, and then he drew my lips up for something a whole lot more satisfying. They knew what they were doing, their hands roaming, their lips trailing. It stopped the Brain Train in its tracks and drew me right back down to Planet Let’s Fuck Now.
“Can we have sex in this inner space?”
As soon as my words were out of my mouth, the world shifted and lightened, the old spare bedroom in the honeymoon cottage reappearing. We were now lying on the bed, and everyone was naked. Aaron’s eyes blinked as he took this in, then he smiled.
“Mmm… I remember this place,” he said with a grin as he prowled over and dropped kisses on my lips, then Brandon’s.
“I assume that’s a yes,” Brandon replied, his voice a little breathless. His fingers tangled with mine, then he pulled me across so I lay on top of him. His breath hitched as I spread my legs, thrusting my hips back and forth in small movements and sliding along his length. God, that felt amazing. Like the most beautifully violent wrench inside, the sexual tension ratcheted up more rapidly than I’d ever managed in real life. My head dropped down and twisted sideways, my lips grazing his as I began to pant while he made the same sounds.
“This is so intense. Why is it so intense?” I mumbled.
“No reality here,” he gasped, his fingers digging into my hips. “You want to be turned on, so you are.”
“Fuck, so whatever we want to feel or do will happen?”
He nodded as I placed a hand on his chest and sent what I hoped was waves of desire through our link. It seemed to work as his jaw clamped down, his teeth grinding as his hips jerked upwards, trying to force more contact between us.
“You teasing our boy?” Aaron’s voice rumbled in my ear as his torso came to rest against my spine. My neck flopped as I felt the massive spike of lust spear through me from his side of the bond. I didn’t, couldn’t reply, as my body felt like it was on fire. I arched my back, rubbing my arse back on his rigidity, which just had his hands clamping down on me. “Stop that, you little minx. I’m already feeling fit to burst as it is.”
“But that doesn’t matter, does it?” I said between kisses. Brandon’s lips seemed to draw mine like magnets, pulling me closer over and over. He smiled at this, seeming to like the effect he had on me. I pulled away, narrowing my eyes in mock condemnation. I leant
against Aaron’s chest, his hands covering my breasts, fingers plucking, and his mouth found mine.
“What doesn’t matter?” he prompted finally. My brain stuttered as Brandon moved beneath me, his hand going to his dick, prising it away from where it was drawn up hard against his belly, then grabbing it to rub the head against my clit. Aaron’s lips felt like velvet on my shoulders, and my nipples pulled tight under his ministrations. “Jules?”
“What?”
They both chuckled as I stared at them blankly.
“What doesn’t matter?”
“Oh, coming. This is a psychic space. Whatever you can imagine, can happen. You guys can have multiple orgasms like a woman if you like. You can be hard again in a second. Reality doesn’t exist, so neither do refractory times or gravity.”
I felt the two of them still beside me, then reality upended itself. Rather than resting on one guy while another was at my back, I was lifted up into a swirling maelstrom of movement and sensation. Mouths went everywhere—kissing, licking, sucking, separating my folds and spearing a tongue inside, biting just firmly enough to send shivers down my spine. Fingers stroked, rubbed, flicked. Dicks pushed in or ground against my thigh. Then I heard the gasps. I couldn’t see it, but I felt it down our bond. The same was happening to the two of them.
How do I describe what it felt like? It should have been overwhelming, the pleasure wrought swamping my body and mind, reducing my consciousness down to a small point that hovered at the back of my skull and watched in awe. Instead, it was like a symphony. Our minds played these psychic facsimiles of our bodies like instruments, imagining more and more ways we could please the other, stirred on by the pleasure we created and that in our own bodies. Then it felt like the need to specify licks on nipples or hands on cocks fell away. Rather, we became bodiless. We hummed around each other, great clouds of pleasure spiralling higher and higher, until the intensity was almost frightening. I felt a few answering spikes of fear down the bond, and that seemed to bring things to a natural conclusion.
I guess I could call it a psychic orgasm, though that label seemed inadequate to describe it. But what else was it? Layers and layers of pleasure pulsed through us, bringing us down gently and taking all the searching, needing, and just releasing it. Then came a moment of the purest satisfaction, and when I opened my eyes, the world rushed back—the real one. We all stood now with our arms around each other, the feelings we’d induced together still making our skin twitch. We were in an alien world, under a purple-leaved tree, and just were.
When Brandon kissed me, then Aaron, and when he did the same, it didn’t matter whose lips were on whose mouth. I could feel their love, their desire, their pleasure as clearly as I could my own. For just this moment, we were in perfect accord. Then it was my turn. I leaned over and sucked Aaron’s plush bottom lip into my mouth, tasted the coffee and mint there, found my arms tightening as I sought to fill the smallest gaps between us. Then it was Brandon, tasting of nicotine and caffeine and smelling of sandalwood, and I drowned in him as he did in me. When we finally drew apart, there was almost an air of embarrassment for a moment. I shook my head.
“That was beautiful. It can’t last, but let's not…”
I was lost for words, but they nodded. They knew. They both straightened and met my eyes and each other’s head on. We loved each other, and right now, we were filled with that gorgeously insane belief that that would solve the world’s problems.
Aaron turned to me. “Jules, it’s customary to be with your mate on the night of the celebration.” I winced at that, thinking of how Finn and Brandon’s had gone. He shook his head, grabbing my hand and sending reassuring pulses down the bond. “I want Brandon with us.”
For a second, I just basked in that golden hazel gaze and felt the most immense feeling of relief. I didn’t know how I would get the others on side, but if Brandon had Aaron at least, then I could rest a little easier knowing he had that additional support. He is so strong, I thought, my eyes scanning that lean form covered in a worn grey t-shirt and some jeans, those grey eyes almost luminous against his brown skin. But I don’t want him to have to be strong on his own anymore.
He grinned suddenly, as he seemed to hear my words, his eyebrows twitching quizzically.
