Return From Beyond

They threw the Resonator back on and watched it happen all over again. Same lab. Same disaster waiting. Isaiah stood guard while Chanel and Tasha leaned over the switches like they knew what they were doing. The second the current kicked in the room thickened, air humming against their skin. It wasn't gentle. It hit fast and low. The device lit up their brains like a short circuit, and suddenly the want wasn't just in their heads—it was in their blood, their teeth, every nerve catching fire at once. Chanel gasped first, grabbing the table edge so hard her knuckles went white. Tasha followed, hips grinding against the corner of the console without thinking. Isaiah felt it too. His cock swelled against his zipper like the machine was reaching inside his skull and yanking every filthy thing he'd ever buried. They tried to fight it. Science had rules. Logic. None of that mattered now. Isaiah killed the power but it was too late. The three of them stood there breathing hard, clothes stuck to sweat, eyes wild. Then the machine flipped itself back on. No one touched it. The surge hit harder, dragging them together in a knot of hands and mouths and desperate need. Chanel's dress came apart under Isaiah's fists. Tasha pulled his cock free and sank down on it while Chanel shoved between them, fingers and tongues everywhere at once. The resonator kept pulsing, electricity crawling over skin as they fucked in a blur—bodies slamming, coming, starting again, unable to stop until the charge finally died and left them wrecked on the floor.