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unexpected bark of laughter. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”
    “Only if we’re very lucky,” Jenn said, her cat’s eyes gleaming.
    Aiden shook his head. It was almost too much to take in. Likely, it was all about the sex. Subs tended to get emotional when they were pushed. Some got violent, some believed themselves in love.
    The feeling would pass. The next time they all met, they’d give each other sheepish smiles and hope no one would mention they’d taken things a little too far. So why did he feel as though that scenario might crush him?
    “Go with it, Sir,” Jenn said. “Don’t think so hard. We’re here for you.”
    With his chest feeling crowded, he shook it off. “Jenn, why don’t you lie down in front of Craig.”
    Her expression brightened instantly. When she was on her back with her knees spread and Craig had gone down on his elbows to eat her out, Aiden turned his attention back to his own raging hard-on. He was glad he’d distracted them, because the warmth blossoming between the pair made him feel cold.
    This was just sex, and he’d fucked plenty of men. Didn’t really have a preference for men or women, which he knew was rare. The dark hole winking at him would serve just as well as a lush, hot pussy. Leaning forward, he dropped spit into Craig’s crack, then fingered him, tucking one digit inside and finding it hot. The ring was nicely relaxed. He’d have no trouble working himself inside.
    Aiden knew he was being clinical. Shutting down again. Making this about being what he was, a Dom, and not a man. Certainly not a man hoping to fall in love with the couple who were happily engaged in front of him.
    Jenn’s sighs were soft, kittenish. She’d had her blowout orgasm. Now she was quite content to get some cosseting. Jenn was most certainly a hetero female. Fully into men. Something Aiden, being a man, appreciated.
    Satisfied he wouldn’t harm Craig, he gripped his own cock, glided tip to root then back up, and squeezed it just beneath the crown. With his fingers, he spread Craig’s cheeks and pressed forward, setting the tip of his cock against the small entrance. With a flex of his hips, he pushed gently inside, lips drawing away from his teeth at the heat and gripping pressure.
    “Holy shit,” Craig muttered, lifting his head from Jenn’s pussy.
    Aiden met Jenn’s gaze. Her expression was expectant, excited. She licked her lips, and he wished he could kiss her right then and there. He pushed again, sliding deeper. With each inward stroke, he came closer and closer, until his groin hugged Craig’s hard ass.
    Once he was as deeply embedded as he could be, he straightened, gripped Craig’s hips and began to rock.
     
    Craig sank again, his mouth open, his tongue desperately searching Jenn’s folds, seeking her pleasure and sweet distraction from the powerful surges taking him from behind.
    Aiden was huge, stretched him until he burned and ached, and the pleasure of it was indescribable. Jenn’s belly began to quiver, and he concentrated his efforts on the swollen nubbin at the top of her folds, sucking it hard, drawing it from beneath the thin hood, sucking until it was fully erect like a tiny, blunt penis. He gripped the base with his lips and slathered the tip with his tongue, rubbing soft then hard, ignoring the fingers pinching his earlobes and the way she squirmed and jerked beneath him.
    He needed to focus on something besides the thickness reaming his ass, because he wanted to blow.
    A hard hand reached beneath him and ringed the base of his cock, and Craig sighed, thankful the responsibility of holding back was off him. Until Aiden began moving his fingers on Craig’s cock in powerful, twisting strokes.
    Fuck, fuck, fuck! Craig’s lips clamped harder around Jenn’s clit and she sobbed.
    “Not yet,” Aiden said loudly. “Not yet…”
    The thrusts grew more powerful, thudding against his ass, driving deep—hard, rapid penetrations that drove him crazy, made