Page 8 of Knots & Treats

Jax’s hand trails down my skin, his touch slow, deliberate, his fingers tracing a path over my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. “You good?” he murmurs, his voice soft, rougharound the edges, and I can hear that satisfied note, like he knows exactly what he’s done to me.

I nod, my throat still dry, my breath still coming in shallow, uneven gasps. “Yeah… more than good.”

Maddox leans in, his mouth brushing over my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I feel that familiar shiver run through me, even though my body’s already worn out, already aching in the best way possible. His hands are strong, steady, one resting possessively on my waist.

I can feel the truth of his eyes sinking in, that possessive certainty they all seem to have, like this is more than just a night, more than just desire. It’s something primal, something unbreakable, and for the first time, I don’t feel the need to fight it.

Hunt’s beside me, his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles against my skin, a contrast to the raw intensity from earlier. His eyes are on mine, dark and unreadable, and I can see that same fierce determination in them. “This is just the beginning, Kisha,” he says, his voice a low rumble.

Twelve

Maddox

The first light filters through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I lie still for a minute, taking in the quiet—no party noise, no guests, just us, tangled together in bed. Kisha’s warm and soft against me, her breathing deep and even. Jax is on her other side, one arm draped over her waist, and Hunt’s stretched out at the foot of the bed like he couldn’t bear to be more than a couple of inches away.

It’s been a few weeks since that night we claimed her, and every morning since then, I wake up feeling the same thing—this calm, settled feeling, like something clicked into place. Like finding her, claiming her, was what we were meant to do.

Kisha stirs, her head tucked against my chest, and I run my hand down her back, feeling the soft rise and fall of her breaths. She lets out a little hum, her fingers tracing lazy circles on my chest, letting me know she’s awake.

“Morning, baby,” I murmur, my voice rough from sleep, but notwanting to break the quiet too much.

She shifts, tilting her head up to look at me, a soft, sleepy smile pulling at her lips. Fuck, she’s beautiful. “Morning.”

Jax tightens his arm around her, pulling her closer, his eyes still closed but a grin spreading across his face. “Guess we’re not getting out of bed anytime soon.”

Hunt cracks an eye open from the end of the bed, letting out a low chuckle. “Fine by me. This is the best damn view I’ve ever had.”

Kisha rolls her eyes, but I catch that little smile, that glint of something playful and warm that makes my chest feel tight. She’s here. Right here with us, our omega, the one we’ve all been waiting for.

We stay a while like that, lying there together, her touch and warmth anchoring us, reminding me that she’s ours, that we’re never letting go. I watch as she runs her fingers over Jax’s shoulder, then reaches down to play with Hunt’s hair, a happy sigh rising from her chest.

Looking between us with that bold, defiant gaze I’ve come to know all too well, she teases, “you three don’t look so tough when you’re half-asleep and tangled in sheets.”

I chuckle, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. “Oh, we’ll show you exactly how tough we are.”

Her eyes light up, that spark firing back at me, and I know she’s ready for whatever comes next.

I slide a hand up her ribcage, cupping a full, round tit, giving her a squeeze. Kisha arches into my touch, her lips parting as shesucks in a breath. Fuck, the things she does to me.

Jax and Hunt both watch, their eyes fixed on her, hungry and ready. Jax slips his hand down, fingers sliding between her thighs, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed.

Hunt leans in, taking a nipple into his greedy mouth. She whimpers, her hands gripping the sheets as he works his tongue, making her squirm.

I push a finger inside her, feeling her heat, her wetness, the way she takes me like she can’t get enough. Her pussy grips my finger, and I add another, stroking her, finding that spot that makes her shudder.

Jax and Hunt keep working her, their hands and mouths on her skin, leaving her marked and claimed and aching for more.

Kisha lets out a whimper, her full hips bucking, her glorious body begging for more. Jax sucks on his finger and slowly pushes it inside her ass. Then he adds a second one, matching my rhythm. Hunt trails kisses down her stomach, settling between her thighs. His mouth finds her clit, his tongue swirling, teasing.

I watch as Kisha claws at the sheets, her back arching, her body giving in to every sensation, and I know it won’t be long before she comes.

I lean down, running the thick head of my hard cock against her soft thigh. My precum marking her skin. She squirms, her pussy clenching, her breathing ragged.

Jax slides a third finger inside her, stretching her, her slick heat making it easy. Her head tips back, her eyes closing, her plump lips parting as she gasps, a sheen of sweat spreading across her magnificent body.

Hunt keeps licking, sucking, his fingers pinching her nipples. He groans, the sound vibrating against her clit, and she shudders, her body tensing, her first orgasm of the day crashing through her.

Jax and I work her, not stopping until she comes again, her pussy and ass gripping our fingers, her cries filling the room. Then, Hunt leans in, licking and sucking, drawing out her pleasure, until she collapses on the mattress, her body limp and satisfied. Fucking ready for our thick cocks. Our knots.

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