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I carry Dahlia through the front door of the safe house, her body burning against mine like a furnace. Her scent is intoxicating, and it's taking every ounce of my control not to respond the way my wolf demands.

"Let's go to the bedroom," Evan directs, leading the way down the hall. "The master suite has everything we need."

Leo rushes ahead to prepare the room while Axl follows close behind, his eyes never leaving Dahlia's face. She struggles in my arms, her hands clutching at my shirt, tearing at the fabric in desperation.

"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.

"Come here," Dahlia demands, her voice breaking on a moan.

We approach the bed from opposite sides. Axl reaches her first, capturing her mouth in a hungry kiss that makes her whimper. I watch for a moment, surprised by the lack of jealousy. Instead, seeing her pleasure only heightens my arousal.

Axl breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck, across her collarbone, and finally to her breast. He takes her nipple between his lips, sucking hard enough to make her cry out.

I settle between her legs, spreading her thighs wider. She's soaking wet, her arousal glistening on her inner thighs.

"You're so beautiful," I tell her, running my fingers through her folds.

She bucks against my hand, desperate for more contact. "Please, Onyx. I need you inside me."

"Soon," I promise, circling her entrance with my fingers. "I need to make sure you're ready."

"I've been ready for a while now," she groans, grinding against my hand. "Stop teasing me!"

Axl chuckles against her breast, the vibration making her gasp. "Maybe he's self-conscious."

"Fuck you," I slide two fingers inside her. She's tight but so wet that they glide in effortlessly.

Dahlia throws her head back, a strangled cry escaping her throat. "More!"

I pump my fingers slowly, curling them until her whole body jerks.

"There!" she cries, clenching around my fingers. "Right there!"

Axl moves to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention while his hand slides down to circle her clit. The dual sensation makes her thrash on the bed; her body caught between our touches.

"I can't wait anymore," I growl, withdrawing my fingers. "I need to be inside you."

"Yes," she agrees, spreading her legs wider in invitation. "Please, Onyx."

I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. The sensation is almost too much, and I must grit my teeth to maintain control.

"Look at me," I command.

Her eyes, glazed with desire, lock onto mine. In that moment, I push forward, sinking into her in one slow thrust until I'm buried to my balls.

"Fuck!" she screams, her back arching off the bed. "Oh God, yes!"

The tight heat of her around me is almost undoing me. I hold still, fighting for control, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

Axl shifts positions, moving up toward her head. "Open your mouth for me, baby."

Dahlia turns her head, her lips parting eagerly as Axl guides his cock toward her mouth. She takes him in greedily, her moans muffled around his length.

The sight of her taking us both sends a surge of primal satisfaction through me. I start to move, pulling out almost entirely before thrusting back in. Each stroke pulls a muffled cry from her throat.

"That's it," I encourage. "I'm going to fuck you so good."

Axl threads his fingers through her curls, guiding her movements as she sucks him. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."

I feel her walls fluttering around me, a sign she's already close to the edge. The heat drug Hammond gave her has her body primed for release.

"Are you going to come for me?" I ask, increasing my pace. "Come on my cock while you suck him?"

She moans around Axl, the vibration making him hiss with pleasure. Her hands clutch at the sheets.

I slide my hand between us, finding her clit with my thumb. The moment I touch her there, she shatters, and her body convulses around me in powerful waves. The strength of her orgasm triggers my own release, and I feel the base of my cock swelling, locking us together as I empty myself inside her.

"Fuck," I groan, the sensation of knotting her for the first time overwhelming my senses. "Dahlia! I love you..."

Axl pulls out of her mouth, giving her space to breathe through her climax. He wraps his hand around his cock, stroking himself rapidly as he watches us.

"I'm close," he warns.

Dahlia, still trembling from her orgasm, looks up at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Cum on my breasts," she gasps. "I want to feel you."

With a guttural groan, Axl complies, his release painting white streaks across her flushed skin. The sight is erotic in a way I never expected, and my cock pulses again inside her.

We stay connected as my knot slowly recedes, our breathing gradually returning to normal. Dahlia's eyes are clearer now, the desperate edge of need temporarily sated.

"Better?" I ask, brushing a kiss across her forehead.

"For now," she nods, though I can still feel the unnatural heat of her skin. "But I need more."

"My turn," Axl says, nudging my shoulder. "Time to tag out, big guy."

I carefully withdraw from her, both of us wincing at the sensation. Our combined release trickles from her body, and the sight stirs my wolf again.

Axl doesn't waste any time; he slides between her thighs and pushes into her. Dahlia cries out, her oversensitive body both craving and resisting the new intrusion.

"Too much?" Axl pauses.

"No," she gasps, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

I move to lie beside her, oddly content to watch as Axl begins to move inside her.

Across the room, Leo stands with his back against the wall, his hand stroking his cock. His eyes never leave Dahlia's face, following every expression of pleasure that crosses her features.

Evan sits in a chair nearby, his posture rigid with restraint, though the bulge in his pants betrays his arousal.

The room fills with the scent of sex and pheromones, creating an intoxicating fog that heightens every sensation. I lean down to kiss Dahlia, swallowing her moans as Axl drives into her with increasing force.

"You're doing so well," I murmur against her lips. "You're taking everything we give you like a good little girl."

Her hand finds mine, squeezing tight as another wave of pleasure builds inside her. I trail kisses down her neck, nuzzling the sensitive spot where her pulse beats rapidly beneath her skin.

"I want to mark you," I whisper, the words coming from some primal part of me I can't control. "Make you mine."

"Yes," she pants, tilting her head to give me better access. "Please, Onyx. Mark me."

Axl's rhythm falters as he nears his climax. "I'm going to knot you," he warns, his voice strained. "Is that okay?"

"Yes!" Dahlia cries, her body tensing beneath him. "I'm so close!"

I feel her trembling on the edge of release, and I know exactly what she needs to push her over. I open my mouth against the curve of her neck and graze my teeth against her skin.

"Mine," I growl, and then I bite down, breaking the skin just as Axl slams into her one final time.

Dahlia screams, her entire body convulsing as the most powerful orgasm yet tears through her. A gush of wetness floods between her legs, soaking the towels beneath them as she squirts with the intensity of her release.

When the last tremors subside, she lies boneless between us, her eyes unfocused and her breathing shallow. For a moment, I worry we've pushed her too far, but then a small smile curves her lips.

"More," she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming. "I need more."