Hatchet remains where he is, a few steps back, silent and coiled, eyes locked on me. He doesn’t move until I notice him – and the second our gazes meet, the tension spikes, heavy and electric.
Hands reach me then, one by one – not all at once. Careful at first. Testing. Fingertips trace my arms, my waist, my spine, each touch deliberate, each one asking a question instead of making an assumption.
And I don’t step away.
I close my eyes and allow it. Surrendering to their touch, as each caress washes over me like waves. After everything, I’m finally here – surrounded by them again. During those endless nights alone, I’d imagined this reunion until the fantasy wore thin, and now reality floods in to replace it. Six pairs of hands, six beating hearts. Honeymonster’s gentle strength right in front of me, Ghost’s knowing touch, Bones’ intensity, Daddy Hatchet’scommanding presence, Nightshade’s dark passion, and Snow’s cool precision – all mine again.
Their touches ignite a fire within me, a blaze that spreads through my veins like wildfire. I reach out, my hands finding their bodies, pulling them closer. Honeymonster’s lips find mine, his kiss gentle yet insistent, a promise of more. I can taste his desire, feel the restraint in his muscles as he holds back, still afraid to overwhelm me. I bite his lip lightly, a silent demand for him to let go.
Behind me, Bones’ hands grip my hips, his body pressing against mine. I can feel his need, the hard length of him against my back. His mouth finds my neck, his breath hot as he trails kisses down to my shoulder. I lean into him, a soft moan escaping my lips.
From my left, Ghost’s hands cup my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
Nightshade’s voice is a low rumble in my ear, “Is this what you want, Kayla?”
His fingers tilt my chin up, making me meet his gaze. There’s a storm of lust and concern in his eyes, a battle between his desire and his protectiveness.
“Yes,” I breathe out, my voice steady and sure. “I want you. All of you.”
His grip tightens, a growl escaping his lips as he crashes his mouth onto mine. This kiss is not gentle or restrained; it’s a claim, a possession. I can feel their attention tightening around me, their hands exploring, their breaths mingling with mine.
Hatchet’s fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me away from Nightshade, turning my face to his. I let him. His dark eyes are filled with a hunger that sends a shiver down my spine. He doesn’t speak, but his gaze says it all. He wants me. And he’s done waiting. Done following orders and giving me space. He’s ready to take what he wants. And what he wants is me.
Snow’s cool hands glide down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist, the flare of my hips. He’s the last to touch me, but his touch is no less hungry. I can feel his restraint, the careful control in his fingers as he explores my body. I reach out, pulling him closer, wanting to feel his coolness against my heated skin.
The room is a symphony of sensation, a blur of hands and mouths and bodies pressing against mine. I know exactly who’s touching me – I just don’t care anymore. It’s overwhelming, but I’m greedy for it. I want more. I want everything.
I sink to my knees, pulling Honeymonster and Ghost closer. Their hands support me, steady me as I find my balance. I look up at them, their eyes dark with desire, their breaths coming fast. I smile, a slow, wicked curve of my lips. I reach up, undoing their flies and pulling their throbbing cocks free, my fingers wrapping around them to draw them closer. I can feel their hearts pounding, the throb of their pulses against my palms. They're hard, ready, and I'm hungry for them. I lean forward, my tongue flicking out, tasting the salt of Honeymonster's skin. He groans, his hips jerking slightly.
Bones kneels behind me, his hands sliding down my sides, gripping my thighs. He pulls me back against him, his mouth finding my ear. “You have no idea what you do to us, Kayla,” he murmurs, his voice hoarse with desire.
I turn my head, capturing his mouth in a fierce kiss. “Show me,” I challenge, breaking away and turning my attention back to the two waiting monsters in front of me. I take Honeymonster into my mouth first, my eyes locked onto his. He groans, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my movements as I take him deeper.
Behind me, Bones’ hands explore my body, his touch sending shivers up my spine. I can feel his need, the hard length of him pressed against me, but he holds back, drawing out the anticipation.
Ghost’s hands cradle my face, turning me slightly towards him. Honey slips from my mouth and shoots me a wicked wink. I take them both in hand once more and Ghost hisses. His eyes are dark, intense.
“Our girl,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing my cheek. “So fierce. So beautiful.” He leans down and his mouth finds mine, his kiss hungry, demanding. I moan against his lips, the sound vibrating through me, echoing the pulsing need that fills me.
On either side of me, Nightshade and Snow support me but then on my left, Nightshade takes my hand and wraps it around his own pulsing need. “We’re all here, Kayla,” he whispers, his voice a dark promise. “You want us all to show you?” Nightshade growls. “Then take what you need, Kayla. Take all of us.”
Honeymonster and Ghost part just enough to make room and my gaze snags on Hatchet’s. He’s been standing back, watching and waiting, but now he steps forward.
I don’t look away. I lift my chin before Hatchet can touch me, holding his gaze and daring him to take the rest.
He does. Getting my chin and taking control of my gaze, so that everything else in the room fades into sensation and background noise. His eyes are ablaze with a primal need that sends a thrill through my body.
I feel a surge of power, a heady rush that leaves me dizzy with desire.
Behind me, Bones grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he positions himself at my entrance. I feel the heat of him against me, then the exquisite pressure as he claims me from behind, my knees pressing into the hard floor. A gasp escapes my lips, but Hatchet’s grip on my chin tightens, forcing my gaze to remain locked with his burning eyes, even as Bones begins to move with deliberate, possessive strokes.
Bones’ movements quicken, his grip on my hips tightening as he drives into me with a relentless rhythm. Each thrust sendswaves of pleasure crashing through me, building higher and higher.
When Snow’s mouth finds my right nipple, teeth grazing and biting at the sensitive flesh, I’m grateful for the solid ground beneath my weak knees. Every nerve in my body is alight, a symphony of sensation that threatens to overwhelm me. Snow's tongue is a cold flame against my breast, lapping at the sting his teeth leave behind, sending shivers down my spine.
Nightshade’s fingers brush my clit, circling lightly, adding a layer of sensation that sends me spiralling. My body is a live wire, every sensation stacking higher, tighter, brighter.
Bones' thrusts are punishing now, his body slamming against mine, filling me completely. Each drive of his hips sends me further up the spiral, my body primed and so ready to careen into bliss.
