I was trapped between Murphy and Nathan when the first alarm went off. My back was pressed against Nathan's chest, and my chest was pressed against Murphy's. His dark eyes were trapped solely on my face as he moved, smirking at every moan that left my lips.
It had been 49 hours since the marathon started. 49 hours. My cunt, mouth, and ass ached, but I couldn't stop coming, and certainly they weren't anywhere near done fucking me.
Early on, I made the mistake of trying to escape Will's hold. He had three fingers buried deep in my cunt, stroking hard until my legs were shaking and I was screaming his name at the top of my lungs. I tried to run. I really did. But his arm was around my waist, trapping me against his solid body and the headboard.
Bradley had shown even less mercy.
Murphy froze above when the second round of alarms began to belt a high, keening sound. Will and Finch roused from their cots first, casting glances towards Bradley and Camron before standing. All four stared at one another, communicating through the link about their intentions.
For the first time in forever, I felt left out.
Murphy moved to let me up, but Will grabbed his arm and stopped him. Sharp blue eyes narrowed on mine before turning to settle on Murphy's again. They smirked before Will's large hand wrapped around my throat and lifted me forward. His lips locked over mine, sucking the air from my lungs in a deep, toe-curling kiss. Finch followed after him, then Camron, and finally Bradley.
Finch nodded a single time to Nathan and stood, letting a mischievous smile overtake his features. "Don't let her up until she uplinks."
My mouth dropped open, a protest ready to leave my mouth. Nathan lifted his hips, slamming them into mine, stopping my words. Will chuckled loudly and turned away to head outside.
My eyebrows furrowed as they left, and Murphy began to move again, pressing inside me in tandem with Nathan. I had survived the past two days without uplinking. Though I couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, everything inside me was fighting to stay afloat.
They disappeared behind the heavy canvas entrance. Brad immediately froze at the door, standing guard as the others dispersed. Nathan's hands were slowly travelling up my sides, sending tingles down my spine. Moaning again, I let Murphy kiss me at his next deep thrust.
"We aren't stopping until you uplink."
Twisting my hands in the sheets, I shook my head.
"Not happening."
He chuckled. "Can I get a little help, Nathan?"
The dark hunk of chocolate was all too happy to help. His hands ducked under my arms, securing themselves around my bouncing breasts to squeeze. I shuddered as Murphy's hand dropped to my clitoral area, pushing it into slow circles.
"You'll feel better when you do," Nathan whispered in my ear. "You'll know why the other four left at the sound of the alarms."
"It was just an animal," I argued, groaning lowly. "Otherwise, you wouldn't still be inside me."
"If that were true, why would they all leave?"
Fear clenched my heart. "What's happening?" My arms tightened around Murphy's neck, pulling him closer. "Tell me what happened."
His head shook as he laughed. "Sorry, love. No, it can't be done. We all agreed."
"That's n-not..."
We all groaned as I tightened around them.
"Are you okay, Ivy?" Nathan teased. "You sound a bit... odd."
"Fuck you." They laughed together.
"We're already doing that."
"Uplink, Ivy."
"I c-can't."
"Yes, you can." Nathan groused, his hands massaged harder, and then he released to twist my hard nipples. I gasped out, moving relentlessly on Murphy's broad shoulders.
Uplinking required more than I wanted to offer at the moment. It would be a full data dump and restore my connection to the Six. I would no longer be able to hide behind a stoic face and bland answers. Everything I felt over the last few months would be uploaded onto a cloud, easily accessed by the men that had taken my life by storm.
I'd be back where I was before. Nothing would be a secret. All my thoughts, doubts, and fears will no longer be my private thoughts. And then there was something even worse than that! They would have the ability to pinpoint my location down to a few centimetres.
But uplinking required a clear mind and a deep connection with at least one of the six. What is the best way to have a clear mind? An orgasm. Will, the second one to join my security team and the second to undergo augmentation, had discovered that fact when he and I fell into bed together.
After that, uplinking was a tradition. Every morning, before I left for work, they would take turns. It was a part of our everyday lives. And once the others joined, it became a competition. I spent half my days beneath them, being fucked into oblivion, and the other half I spent in my labs, designing everything I could think of.
I had started Inatrium right after I turned 11. The mission was to create a safer world. We fought to help our police better serve our citizens while optimising their own safety. From there, we moved on to firefighters and other first responders. Medical personnel and their ability to remain healthy while healing the sick became the new mission.
Year after year passed by, lighting a fire under myself and my staff as the tides changed and the world tilted into chaos. Wars broke out—small ones—and the nations I worked with suddenly had a different kind of problem to deal with. They asked for my help, and I delivered.
With Garett at my side, we began Project Exodus. I aimed to change the face of war forever. At first, the goal was to remove soldiers from the battlefield, but then it changed to simply revolutionising the way soldiers fought. We needed to enhance the human body, make it less breakable, and make it more agile. Shortly after the first tests were successful, I became the first to go under the knife.
Then, with a few updates and some tweaking, Finch followed. His augmentation was painful to watch and to do. We covered his bones in titanium, replaced his spine, liver, kidneys, and lungs with synthetic organs, and placed a small nuclear reactor at the base of his spinal cord.
He took four long weeks to recover, but now he's still the fastest of them all. Growth supplements were added to his diet, and his muscle mass doubled. Finch looked just as strong as he was. Will joined the force and became the third. I didn't realise the issue until Camron came aboard.
It was when I was totally and completely, helplessly, in love with him. I knew something was wrong—very wrong. They don't see a problem with it. Bradley and Murphy certainly seem to enjoy teaming up, but it didn't stop me from wanting them to have their own lives.
"Come for me, Ivy."
I'm snapped back to the present by the sound of Murphy's deep voice above me. He's got that look in his eye. The same look he gets every time he realises that I'm close
I open my mouth to give a smart retort, but my words are caught in the back of my throat. He's grinning now; it's pulled across his face until a low laugh leaves him. Quickly, it falls away, replaced with determination.
"Ivy," his eyes trap mine, "come."
My eyes roll back, and I swear I see stars. Everything falls away; white streaks cross my vision as I scream out. Leni, my AI, comes alive inside of me for the first time in months. My connection to the Six opens all channels, allowing me to reach out across our entire network. I monitor everything, no matter where I am.
I'm frozen, my arms gripping onto Murphy's until my knuckles turn white. They press as deep as they can inside me before filling me to the brim. As soon as it's over, I lay limp on Nathan's chest, forcing air into my lungs. His muscular body is rigid below mine, and I can feel the rage pouring off of him. He's watching my memories, he and Murphy.
Murphy grasps my arm and pulls me until I am sitting upright, still naked, in front of him. His hand wraps possessively around my waist before he speaks.
"If you ever pull the stunt you just tried and leave us again, I will—"
His words fall to the side as their communications filter through my head. It wasn't just some stupid alarm. It wasn't just some animal coming across the boundaries. Viber Tech had sent mercenaries in search of me—augmented ones. And the man that I used to call a close friend was leading them.
The hunt for me was on.