Page 10 of Knots & Treats

Kisha tilts her head up when I reach her, crossing her arms in that defiant way that always drives me a little crazy. “Enjoying the view?”

“More than you know,” I rasp out, leaning in, my hand sliding around her waist. I feel her body relax into mine, and that warmth settles over me, that sense of calm that I didn’t know I needed until I met her.

Maddox and Jax are not far behind, each of them claiming their place next to our girl, and I see her smile, that quiet, content expression that says she feels the same pull, the same sense of belonging. The crowd around us fades away, and it’s just us—our pack, our family.

Jax raises his glass, giving her a playful grin. “To our omega.”

She laughs, her head tilting back, and the sound fills the air, bright and carefree. “And to you three, the only alphas wild enough to handle me.”

Fourteen

Jackson

Halloween night, exactly one year since the night we claimed her.

The estate grounds are quiet, the lights from the house casting shadows across the trees, making the place feel just a little eerie, like it’s holding secrets. Perfect for tonight. Kisha’s out here somewhere, hidden in the maze, and we’re giving her a head start.

It’s our new tradition—the chase, the thrill, a reminder of the night we found her. Tonight, it’s just the four of us, no guests, no distractions. And she knows exactly what’s coming.

Next to me, Maddox checks his watch, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Time’s up.”

Hunt cracks his knuckles, that predatory gleam in his eyes. “Let’s go get our woman.”

I can’t help the thrill that runs through me, the way my blood heats up just thinking about finding her, cornering her, making her ours all over again.

We move through the maze, all three of us silent, focused. The cool night air smells of fallen leaves and the faint scent of her perfume, something warm and sweet that’s uniquely hers.

I catch a flash of movement ahead, a glimpse of dark hair, the faintest sound of her breath, and I know she’s close. Maddox sees it too; he tips his head, signaling for Hunt and me to split up, and we spread out, moving down different paths, closing in on her.

A few seconds later, I hear her laugh, soft and teasing, and it’s like a magnet pulling us in. She’s daring us to catch her. But she knows damn well how this is going to end.

I round a corner, and there she is, her back to me, just a few steps away. Kisha senses me, freezes, then whirls around, eyes wide, that daring grin on her lips.

“Gotcha,” I say, voice low, rough. I see the way she swallows, that spark in her eyes still burning, the same fire that’s been driving us all crazy since day one.

I close the distance, my hands reaching for her, and she doesn’t back away, doesn’t run. Instead, she steps into me, her hands finding their way around my neck as she tilts her head up, a smirk on her lips. “Took you long enough.”

I chuckle, leaning down, brushing my mouth over hers, feeling her melt against me.

Then Maddox and Hunt are there, closing in, and she’ssurrounded, exactly where she belongs. Hunt slips an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him, his mouth grazing her neck, his voice a low growl. “Thought you could get away from us, omega?”

Kisha laughs, the sound low and breathless, and I can feel her heart racing, feel the way she’s giving in, letting us surround her, claim her all over again. “Didn’t want you to lose your touch,” she teases, her gaze darting between us, that spark still there, still challenging.

Maddox steps in, his hand sliding over her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. “Not a chance, sweetheart.”

He leans down, his mouth claiming hers, and I see her give in, her body surrendering to him, the same way she always does.

I slide my hand down her spine, tracing the curve of her hip, savoring the way her breath hitches, the way her body responds, melting into mine. Hunt works his way down her neck, his hands exploring her curves, and I can feel the way her skin warms under his touch, the way she arches into him, seeking more.

We press in close, surrounding her, reminding her who she belongs to.

Hunt slides a hand lower, fingers tracing over her ass, gripping her, lifting her against him, and I see the way her breath catches, her body reacting, eager for us. Maddox leans down, his hands tangling in her hair, his lips grazing her neck, her ear, and she whimpers, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in, pulling him closer.

I press a palm to her back, my hand spanning her waist, traveling to her ribs, until my thumb finds her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Kisha lets out a moan, her back arching, hips grinding against Hunt, her body begging for more.

We move her, lifting her dress, her full ass exposed to the moonlight, her skin burning with need. Her thick thighs are slick with wetness, her juices coating her inner thighs, and fuck, it makes me want to bury my cock in her right then and there.

But first, we want to savor her.

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