Chaos.
They swarm me.
Noah’s got a bottle of water already cracked.
Callum’s holding it to my lips.
Reid’s wiping between my legs with a warm cloth, his voice soft.
Elliot’s still panting, blindfolded, but reaching for me with trembling hands.
Vitaly pulls out gently, whispering “Are you okay?” against my neck like he’ll never stop if I don’t answer.
“I’m perfect,” I say hoarsely.
“You’re fucking divine,” Orion growls, cupping my face and kissing my forehead.
“She’s not done,” Callum says with a smirk. “She just conquered the first half.”
“Queen of us all,” Noah whispers, mouth at my shoulder.
And they look at me like I’ve become something holy.
I’m still catching my breath when Noah wipes his lips with the back of his hand and grins like a sinner.
“Well. I can die happy.”
“You will,” Callum says, smug. “Just not tonight.”
“Not before me,” Orion says. “I’ve got dibs on death by thighs.”
Vitaly’s still behind me, hands gentle at my hips, his head tucked against my shoulder, not ready to let go.
Elliot’s blindfolded, sweat-slick, but smiling. “That was…” He trails off, breathless. “Exceptional.”
I lean down and kiss his mouth, slow and soft. “Thank you for trusting me.”
“Always.”
Then I pull back and glance around. They’re watching again, waiting.
Hungry.
Mine.
I stretch, just enough to remind them I can. That I’m still in charge. That I’m only getting started.
“So,” I say, voice light, teasing. “Who’s ready to be my next toy?”
“Me,” Orion says instantly.
“I’m flexible,” Callum offers. “Lube’s already warm.”
Reid’s the only one who hasn’t spoken.
I turn to him.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, tension coiled in every line of him. Watching like a man who wants too much.
