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The idea of not knowing it’s coming, of them planning our night without me having any idea… it makes my whole body flush hot and cold. It could be any time, and I wouldn’t know.

My pussy clenches at the thought of it.

I peek over my shoulder, redness flaring on my cheeks. But I’m grinning. “I hope you like the creature you created. I have quite a lot of ideas, actually.”

This was all their idea, after all.

I’m just… running with it.

Kai

The silence in the kitchen stretches until long after a triumphant Briar waltzes out, the paralytic clutched in her hand.

Fuck. Me.

None of us can take our eyes off the door.

Eventually, River clears his throat. His face is flushed. “Well, that was… unexpected.”

“She made her choice.” Jenson is still watching the door. His hands are clenched tightly against the counter. “We gave her the options.”

And she added one of her own.My mouth dries. We’re doing that at some point, yes?

“Abso-fucking-lutely,”River mutters.

I shift in place.One hour, outside her room?

Jenson coughs. “Thirty minutes.”

***

The room is illuminated only by her lamp as we each slip inside.

Briar’s not wearing anything this time, her golden skin illuminated where she lays on top of the covers.

And her breathing… ithitches. A slight stumble, off rhythm.

As if she can hear us, just as she’s supposed to. But she can’t move. Can’t respond. The medication in her system has her trapped, until it releases it.

She can’t do anything but take what we give her.

My cock immediately turns to stone.

What started as a way for us to explore our needs is turning into an activity that feels essential for my own fucking survival.

And knowing she chose to give herself to us this way makes it even fucking better.

Jenson’s face is shadowed as he leans over her. “Can you make a sound, Briar?”

We wait. And the smallest sound filters out to us, as if she’s straining her vocal cords.

“Good,” Jenson says softly. He runs a finger down the golden column of her throat, circling her nipple. “Fucking perfect.”

We don’t talk as we shift out of our clothes. We’ve done all that already, planned out how we’d do this. But we never planned for her to feel it.

It adds a different type of tension to the air. An intensity that has me already palming my cock as I climb onto and press my lips to hers without hesitation. Pushing them open, I circle her neck gently with my hand as my tongue delves inside. My other hand pumps once. Twice, several times, until I’m heavy and aching.

Below us, Jenson pushes Briar’s legs open, taking his time.