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"Hurry," she pants, her voice barely recognizable. "Please, Onyx, I can't take it anymore."

I quicken my pace, following Evan into the master suite. The room is massive with a California king bed dominating the center. Leo has already pulled back the covers and is laying down towels.

"Put her here," he instructs, stepping back to give me space.

I lay Dahlia gently on the bed, but she doesn't let go of my shirt. Her strength surprises me as she yanks me down toward her.

"Don't leave me," she begs, her eyes wild with need. "Please don't leave."

"I'm not going anywhere," I promise, brushing sweat-soaked curls from her forehead. "None of us are."

Evan appears with a basin of cool water and small towels. "We need to get her temperature down first."

"And get these clothes off her," Axl adds, already moving to help. "They're soaked through."

Dahlia claws at her shirt, too frantic to manage the buttons. "Off, get them off!"

"Let us help you," Leo says, his voice soothing despite the tension rolling off him in waves.

Her skin is flushed deep red, and she arches into every touch with desperate moans.

"Please," she sobs once she's naked, her body glistening with sweat. "I need you. Any of you. All of you. Just make it stop hurting."

The scent of her arousal fills the room, making my head spin. I look at the others and see the same struggle reflected in their eyes, the need to help her warring with the desire to do this right.

"We need to set some rules," Evan says, his voice strained as he presses a cool cloth to Dahlia's forehead. "And set some boundaries."

"Fuck your rules," Dahlia growls, grabbing his wrist. "I'm burning alive, and you want to discuss boundaries?"

"Yes," Leo insists, taking her other hand. "Because when this is over, we want you to know we respected you, even when your body was out of your control."

Her eyes fill with tears, a moment of clarity breaking through the haze of need. "Okay. Okay, but hurry."

"Let's go two at a time," Evan suggests, looking around at all of us. "We take turns. That way, she's not overwhelmed, and someone can always monitor her condition."

"Fine," Axl agrees, already stripping off his shirt. "But who goes first?"

None of us wants to step back, but we can't all claim her at once.

"Rock, paper, scissors?" Axl suggests with a hint of his usual humor, though his eyes remain dark with desire.

Under any other circumstances, I'd laugh at the absurdity of deciding something so primal with a children's game. But right now, it seems as good a method as any.

"Fine," Leo agrees, holding out his fist.

We form a quick circle, each extending a hand. "One, two, three!"

Axl and I throw scissors. Evan and Leo both chose paper.

"Looks like it's us," Axl says to me, already kicking off his boots.

I turn to Dahlia, who watches us with desperate eyes, her chest heaving with each breath. "Is that okay? Axl and I first?"

"Yes," she gasps, reaching for us both. "Please, just hurry."

Leo and Evan step back, though I can see how much it costs them. They position themselves at the edges of the room, giving us space while staying close enough to help if needed.

I strip quickly, not bothering with any kind of show. My cock springs free, already hard and aching. Beside me, Axl does the same, revealing the lean, tattooed body that's made him famous.