My eyes danced as I took in the other men, Maverick, Enzo, Julian, and Oleks. All appeared frozen in place as smoke billowed into the room.
I coughed a few times as it fell over me, and the sensation from before doubled. The ache turned to an anguished agony.
“It hurts.” I squeezed my thighs together attempting to find solace, but it didn’t come.
“It will continue to until you are fucked.” Oleks floated into the room, his words heavy and pained. He shouldered past the frozen Griffin, kicking his shoes off, he kneed his way onto the cushions, maneuvering until he laid against me.
My entire being longed to strip my clothes, to have skin-to-skin contact, but I was also terrified to move, that it would propel the pain further into me.
Griffin and Levi watched as Oleks came to my side but didn’t react.
He bent whispering into my ear. “They’re all going to fuck you. At the same time or one after the other. If you want, I can stop it. But I cannot promise there will not be lasting harm to them if I do so. This drug is forceful. It is absolute. It triggers a response to your frontal lobe that, if it is not answered, can cause neurological side effects.”
Every man here had touched or fucked me in some way. But even as my own mind fogged, a thin slice of clarity came through. “I might get pregnant. That’s what Drago wants.” My words were hushed and wobbly as I pressed them into Oleks’s skin, my tongue lashing out and licking the column of his neck.
The acrid poison scent he possessed was strong in my mouth, a small drop of adrenaline in a blurry state.
“Your consent, Raven. Do they have it? Or should I fix this?” Oleks’s voice was fluttering. It was clear he didn’t like this, that this was a trauma he was being forced to live through.
“Are you okay with it?” I rolled over to watch him closely. I attempted to push all of my stability into this single instance, to make sure he wasn’t spiraling, that this was manageable.
“I will be with you,” he promised.
My nerves heightened, my breathing funneled in and out, blood rushed into my ears, my desire forced itself into each movement I made.
Inhale. Exhale. My chest brushing against Oleks, my nipples hardening into points. “Yes, everyone here has my consent.” I pressed my lips to Oleks’s. The single connection offering a moment of calm.
But even still, I couldn’t handle the clothes I had on anymore, and in quick succession, I attempted to rip them off, but my movements were laggard. Oleks, recognizing my intent and noting my struggle, helped. His long nimble fingers tracing up my skin as he pulled my top off first. And then his hands were at my pants, his hypnotic eyes watching me. I inclined my head.
He dragged the pants down fluidly, throwing them to the ground before returning to my side.
“Levi,” I twisted to face him. To take in all the other men in this room.
“Darlin’,” he groaned through clenched teeth.
“This is going to be an orgy.” I forced the words to be clear, concise. “I trust you,” I found each man’s eyes.
Griffin’s endless forest.
Julian’s obsidian.
Enzo’s storm and Maverick’s organized chaos.
“You all have permission to fuck me through this.” The words were expelled through clenched teeth as another wave of desire rocked through me. “Do I have yours?”
There was a chorus of yeses. Enzo’s, the most hesitant. Maverick’s clipped.
Julian’s concerned.
Griffin’s, in understanding.
Levi was the next to join me. He kicked off his shoes and threw down his pants.
His long thick cock bobbed upwards, a reminder of how it had stretched me.
“Levi, please. I need you inside of me before I die.” It was dramatic, it was the truth.
Oleks reached down, playing leisurely with my clit, his nimble fingers precise and perfect as they methodically wound me up and up. A breathy moan left my lips, the ball of pain that had been building quickly replaced with a euphoric pleasure. “You need a release,” Oleks murmured against my ear as he continued to work me over.
