Jim settles beside me and waits until I look at him.
"Hi," he says.
"Hi," I say.
"Good run," he says.
"Jim."
"Just making conversation," he says, and his fingers find me wet and his expression shifts from composed to focused and he strokes slow and watches my face like I'm information he's collecting.
Leo pulls back just enough to watch. Gray's mouth drags down my spine. I shiver. Jim's fingers curl.
"Please," I say.
"Please what," Jim says.
I growl.
His fingers curl again. "There it is," he says.
Jim works me until I'm almost there — then Leo hoists me up and my legs go around his hips. Leo's cock pushes into me and my head drops back against Gray's shoulder — Leo thrusts deep and reckless, his hands on my hips, his mouth at my throat, setting a pace that leaves no room for thinking. I feel Gray nudge my opening and Leo stills. Gray pushes in alongside Leo and I'm gasping, so full, so good. They take turns pressing into me, never fully pulling out. When they both feel me tightening they press in together and grind me down. I'm coming and screaming and we release together. Warm pulses fill me.
Before I come down Jim is there, pulling me to him, setting me down on his cock. I slide down and shiver through the aftershocks. Jim is exacting — his hands lifting me and slamming me back down, the pace relentless. Jake's fingers find my clit and I fall again. My orgasm triggers Jim's and he holds me through it, jaw at my shoulder, his grip bruising and certain.
Jake waits until I reach for him. Until I pull his face to mine and kiss him first. Then I push him down and take him deep in my throat — his taste, the sounds he makes, his hand fisting my hair without pushing. Dalton enters me from behind, slow and deliberate, filling me completely as I work Jake. Jake taps my head when he's close and I take him over the edge and swallow and feel him shudder underneath me.
I lean back against Dalton's chest as he keeps moving, slow now, his hands warm on my hips.
RJ is watching from across the fire.
The bond pulls — warm and certain and waiting.
"Come here," I say.
He crosses the room and crouches in front of me and takes my face in his hands. His eyes move over me — checking the way he checks, making sure I'm here and real and his. The bond blazes between us. He kisses me once, deep and unhurried, his thumb at my jaw.
Then his mouth moves down and his tongue finds my clit — firm and focused — and my hand goes to his hair and holds while Dalton keeps his slow rhythm behind me. The two of them together build something that hits all at once and I come hard, Dalton following with his hands tight on my hips, his breath at my ear.
RJ stands. His hands find my waist and he walks me to the wall and pins me there — his cock thick and certain as he pushes inside me and the bond slams with it, new and completeand roaring. He moves hard. His face in my throat. His hands gripping.
"Still here," I say.
He makes a sound against my skin that means everything.
When I come it moves through every bond at once — all six lighting up in the dark, my voice in the room, RJ following with his face in my throat making a sound that has no word for it and doesn't need one.
***
The fire burns low. The pack settles.
Leo is asleep. Jake and Jim are tangled together, neither noticing. Gray is beside me, hand warm on my ribs, breathing slowed.
Dalton is awake. His chest under my cheek, his hand moving slow through my hair.
RJ is on my other side. Arm locked around me. Face in my hair. His bond running warm and steady — not the bruise it was, not the circuit, not the blazing heat of the clearing.
Just steady.
