Page 5 of Knots & Treats

Jax and Hunt are on each side of her, their expressions dark, feral, like they’re barely holding themselves back. We’re alphas to the bone, trained to control every instinct, every impulse. But with our omega, every restraint is slipping away, and it’s clear we’re not the only ones feeling it. Kisha’s eyes flick between us, that spark of defiance back, but it’s edged with something more now—a challenge.

She’s playing it calm, like she hasn’t just been caught in the middle of a pack of hungry wolves. But I know, we all know, she feels it too. That pull, the sense that something here goes beyond the physical. It’s instinct, fate, the undeniable realization that she’s our perfect scent match.

Jax’s fingers slide under her chin, tilting her face up so he can get a better look. “You have no idea, do you?” he murmurs, his voice rough, almost a growl.

She raises a brow, her luscious lips twitching in a faint smirk. “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

Hunt lets out a low chuckle from behind her, his hand tracing a path along her spine. “You’re more than we expected, Kisha. Somuch more.”

I see that same feral need in her eyes that’s got us on edge. I step closer, letting my fingers skim her shoulder, feeling the heat of her skin under my touch. The scent of her—fucking intoxicating, filling every part of me—is driving me mad, making it harder to hold back, to play this slow. The flickering firelight is casting shadows over her skin, making her look like some kind of magical being. And she’s here, in our private quarters, where no one else can reach her.

I lean down, my mouth close to her ear, and the words come out in a low, hushed tone. “You feel it, don’t you?”

Kidha stills, her breath catching again, and I know. She feels it, all of it. The pull, the fate, the certainty that there’s no one else, never will be. And I can feel my own control slipping, that urge to claim, to mark her, to let her know in no uncertain terms that she belongs to us. My mouth skims her neck, and she doesn’t pull back, just tilts her head slightly, giving me better access.

“Say it, baby,” Hunt says, his voice rough, almost feral. “You want this.”

She doesn’t answer right away, her gaze moving between us, weighing, calculating. Then, she lets out a slow breath, her lips parting in a faint smile.

I step in, pressing my palm to her back, feeling the warmth radiate through her thin dress. I can feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, but she doesn’t back down, doesn’t look away. She’s standing her ground, strong and unflinching, and damn if that doesn’t make me want her even more.

I dip my head, my mouth hovering over her collarbone, andpress a kiss there, letting my teeth graze her skin just enough to make her shake. Her breath shudders, and she grips my arms, her nails digging into my skin.

“We’re not letting you go, Kisha,” I murmur against her skin. “Not now, not ever.”

And then we’re on her, surrounding her, each of us claiming her in our own way, like we’re marking her as ours. Jax captures her mouth in a kiss that’s fierce, unrestrained, and I can see the way she leans into him, melting under his touch. Hunt’s hands skim her waist, his touch rough, possessive, like he’s staking his claim with every graze of his fingertips.

I press in from behind, my arms wrapping around her waist, feeling the way she fits perfectly against me, like she was made to be here, in this moment, in our arms. Her scent is overwhelming, filling every breath, and I know it’s the same for them. We’re all intoxicated, driven to the brink, and there’s no way we’re stopping now.

Seven

Kisha

They’ve got me surrounded, their huge bodies pressing in, heat radiating off them like fire. Every part of me is tingling, like I’m being pulled into some magnetic field I can’t escape, and the truth is, I don’t want to escape. Not even a little.

Jax’s hand is on my chin, tilting my face up so I’m staring straight into his dark, hungry eyes. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp that sends a shiver down my spine. “That mouth’s been running since you walked into the maze. Think it’s about time we put it to better use, don’t you?”

Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine, hot and unrelenting. His lips are firm, rough, tasting of male and pure heat. He doesn’t hold back, doesn’t hesitate, just takes, his tongue sliding between my lips with a confidence that leaves me breathless. I can taste a hint of mint mixed with something distinctly him—wild, manly, powerful. My hands grip his bulky shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there as he pulls me closer,pressing his large body against mine until I’m drowning in his warmth, his strength.

Then, just as I’m catching my breath, I feel Maddox’s hand slip around my waist from behind, pulling me against him. His chest is solid against my back, and I can feel the hard press of him, his cock straining through his jeans. He leans down, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear as he growls, “You feel that? That’s what you do to us, sweetheart. Got me harder than I’ve ever been.”

His words send a pulse of heat straight to my core, and I’m acutely aware of every inch of my body, of the way my heart is pounding, of the dampness pooling between my thighs. I lean back into him, my head tipping to the side, giving him access to my neck, and he doesn’t waste a second. His mouth is hot against my skin, teeth grazing, tongue sweeping over the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I can feel the way his breath quickens, how he’s barely holding it together.

Hunt’s fingers trail down my side, his hand settling on my hip as he watches me, his gaze dark, feral. “Look at you, already dripping for us,” he murmurs, his voice like gravel. “Bet that pretty little pussy’s soaked, isn’t it? Bet you’re aching to feel us inside you.”

I let out a shaky breath, my body responding to his words, to the way they’re surrounding me, touching me, like they’re already staking their claim. My pulse is racing, my skin humming with anticipation as their hands roam, touching, exploring, like they’re memorizing every inch of me.

Jax pulls back, his sculpted lips swollen from our kiss, and his eyes are hooded, intense. “Tell us, Kisha. Tell us how much youwant this.”

I swallow, my voice barely a whisper. “I… I want it. All of it.”

Jax grins, a slow, wicked smile, his hand sliding down my body, his fingers tracing a path over my waist, my hips, until he’s gripping my full ass, pulling me against him. “You’re ours now, and we’re gonna make sure you know it.”

Maddox’s big hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he presses his hips against me, letting me feel just how hard he is, how ready. “You’re gonna take every inch, sweetheart. We’re not stopping until you’re dripping with our cum, until you can feel us in every part of you.”

Hunt moves in front of me, his gaze locked on mine as he reaches up, brushing his thumb over my trembling bottom lip. “Open up, baby. Let’s see if that pretty mouth feels as good as it looks.”

I part my lips, and he slides his big, calloused thumb in, pressing it against my tongue, letting me taste the feel and warmth of his skin. I can feel my body responding, heat pooling low in my belly as I suck, letting him know exactly what I’m willing to give them.

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