"Yes," I hissed as lips drew close to my sex.
My knee curled up toward the ceiling, trying to... I really don't know what I was trying to do, but I damn sure was trying to -do- it. Adam was busy at my chest, lips latched to a nipple. He bit down on it just hard enough to make me gasp and arch toward him. But he blocked my view of what was happening down below. Both Edwin and Nishelle disappeared behind Adam's back and my ankles were pulled apart, slowly but surely, and someone pinned them down.
Nate caught my mouth with his, kissing me to keep me quiet. Who knew how many other patients the little infirmary had? I didn't want to wake anyone up, but as a pair of tongues went to work on my clit and deep into me, I didn't know how to silence myself. But he did.
He was out of his suit in an instant and hard as a rock. Nate's fingers curled in my hair as I sucked him in, ran my tongue down his shaft and bobbed my head in time to what was happening below my beltline.
God, I was so happy, so pleased. From getting back to Nishelle to her joining in with the men I loved? We were going to get help from Thomaston, we were going to go back home, and I would have everything I needed with the people around me right then. The world would be a brighter place, even if I sometimes got hurled across a street and landed on my face. It would be fine. It would be safe. It would be ours.
The spirit caught up the rest of the room in short order. Edwin grabbed Adam and kissed him even as Edwin hilted himself in me. I watched as Adam broke away, shook his head, and came over to pull Nate's attention to himself. He winked at me as he wrapped his hand around Nate's cock and drew the man in for a kiss.
Nishelle blinked and looked over at me, sitting down beside me on the bed. "Did I know that was happening?"
"Mmnn-nnnmm," I whimpered, reaching out for her.
She scooted away and looked down at Edwin. "What do you think?"
"I don't have much of an opinion on the matter, but it seems to me that you could help," Edwin growled.
And oh my gosh, that growl. Wow.
My long-time girlfriend crawled over me and settled into a comfortable 69 position. I was happy to take care of her again. I felt the tip of her tongue get to work on my clit even as Edwin drove me to a higher plain with every thrust. Besides, she worked just as well as a gag and I really, really needed one.
Locked together in a passionate embrace, Nate topping Adam, Nate pinned him down over Nishelle's back and railed him harder than he'd ever smashed me. And truth be told, I was a little jealous. One hand was busy, but the other wasn't. I snaked my fingers under Nishelle to wrap around Adam's thick, pre-cum slick dick and started to stroke him off, too.
The tramadol must have kicked in somewhere, because I was in some blissful place. The beat-up skin, the glued-together slashes; none of it mattered.
And to be honest, I was having trouble keeping track of everything. Nishelle writhed against me as she climaxed, the first of our group to do so. I wasn't very far behind her, dragging Edwin into me and begging him for all he had. In which, he nearly woke the dead with the bed's squeaking as he plowed me like a raw field and came, tightening his grip on my hips and quivering.
I watched as Adam reached over and kissed him again, trying to silence himself as he splattered my side with his seed, my hand never slowing. He panted back at Nate, whose thrusts quivered as he tried to hold back. Adam pulled away from Edwin to press a kiss on Nate, instead, and that proved to be his undoing. Once, twice, and Nate trembled as he dug his nails into Adam's sides, the very edges turning into sharpened tips.
As a group, we fell to pieces with each other. Nishelle curled up at my side. Nate released Adam to transform and settle across my legs, once Edwin had pulled back. I don't know how we did it, but we managed to pile four people and a big wolf-dog shapeshifter on one thin hospital mattress.
Maybe what was more impressive is that we didn't break the frame. None of us were lightweights and the screws popped, begging us not to rock the bed any more than we already had. But Nishelle had her special orange juice and we passed it around.
It felt like a good night to get a little wasted, to be honest. We'd been under so much pressure and so many things had gone wrong since the start of it all. We didn't even bother to turn on the television. Drink, pass, and snuggle up with your lovers? It was perfect.
Until it wasn't.
We were all incredibly naked when Logan opened the door. There was a brief pause and then he cleared his throat, as he seemed to like to do before he dropped the worst news on his innocent victims. "It appears that I'm interrupting something. I would apologize, except I don't think this is appropriate for a medical area."
"I don't know. It feels better than it did before," Nishelle yawned, rubbing her cheek against my shoulder. I slung my arm around her.
After a while, you get used to being naked around people. No, you don't go showing it off, but they constantly inspect when you're younger and sometimes those inspections are... indecent. To
