Page 4 of Knots & Treats

She hesitates, her gaze flicking between the three of us, that lastbit of defiance flaring one more time. But then, her shoulders relax, her breath coming out in a slow exhale.

“Fine,” she murmurs in a petulant voice that makes me grin. “Show me what you got.”

And that’s all we need.

Maddox and Hunt move in, each taking a side, their hands on her arms, guiding her closer, surrounding her. She doesn’t resist, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as I lean in, pressing my lips to her neck, feeling the way her pulse races under my touch.

Her breath hitches, her fingers tightening on my shoulders, and that’s it. She’s ours. Enveloped in our heat and scents.

Five

Kisha

I can’t breathe. Or maybe I’m breathing too much. Musk and woodsy scents coming from all sides. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire, like they’ve lit a match and I’m the damn fuel.

Surrounding me like I’m some rare prize they’re staking their claim on, it’s… overwhelming. And thrilling. And way more than I was prepared for when I stepped into that ridiculous maze. I mean, this was supposed to be a business trip, a simple party.

But here I am. Cornered, practically caged in by them. And I can’t deny it anymore—I don’t want to leave.

Jax’s hands are firm on my wrists, grounding me, holding me in place just enough to remind me who’s in control here. His touch is warm, rough, and makes me feel a little wild, like he’s coaxing something primal out of me. Maddox is close, his fingers trailing down my arm with a lightness that’s making my skin tingle. AndHunter? He’s got that look in his eye, that hungry, possessive gaze that’s making me dizzy.

I should tell them to back off, that this isn’t happening. But the truth is, I don’t want that. I don’t want them to stop. Not even a little bit.

Jax’s voice cuts through the haze, low and gravelly. “You okay?” He’s so fucking close, his breath warm against my skin.

I swallow, willing my voice to sound steady. “Yeah… I’m fine.”

But “fine” doesn’t begin to cover it. My head’s spinning, my pulse racing, and my mouth is suddenly too dry. I force myself to look at him, to meet his gaze, and his eyes lock on mine, intense and unreadable, like he’s searching for any hint of doubt.

Maddox’s hand slides up my arm, his touch both gentle and firm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. “Good. ’Cause we’re not stopping, sweetheart.”

My breath catches, a shiver running through me as his words sink in. They’re not asking for permission anymore. Now, it’s like they know exactly where this is going, and they’re making damn sure I’m coming along for the ride.

Hunt leans down, his voice a low, dangerous rumble in my ear. “You keep looking at us like that, Kisha, and we’re not gonna be able to hold back much longer.”

I can’t help it. There’s something about them, about this whole insane situation, that’s dragging out a part of me I didn’t evenknow was there. “Then don’t,” I whisper, barely loud enough for them to hear.

Jax’s grip tightens, his fingers flexing around my wrists. “That’s all we needed to hear, baby girl.”

In an instant, he pulls me toward him, his mouth capturing mine in a way that’s anything but tentative. It’s hungry, possessive, the kind of kiss that doesn’t ask permission—it takes. My mind goes blank, my only thought the feeling of his lips on mine, of his hands anchoring me in place, of the heat flooding through me.

And just as I start to lose myself in him, Maddox’s hand tilts my face, guiding me to him this time, his eyes dark with something raw, something that leaves me breathless. He kisses me, deep and unrelenting, and every rational thought slips away, leaving only the need, the burning desire that’s making my pulse race.

Hunt’s right there, his touch grazing my shoulder, my neck, trailing down my spine, grounding me in a way that’s somehow just as intoxicating as the rest. I feel surrounded, captured, like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

When they finally pull back, I’m gasping for air, my heart hammering so loud I can barely hear anything else. But their gazes hold me steady, each one of them watching me like I’m theirs, like I belong to them.

Six

Maddox

She’s ours.

I knew it from the moment I caught her scent—wild, earthy, with a hint of something sweet, like she’d been carved straight from the mountains that we built our lives around. It hits me hard, like the crack of a whip, and there’s no mistaking it. That scent, her scent, calls to something deep inside me, something primal and raw. And judging by the way Hunt and Jax are acting, they feel it too. She’s our mate. Fated. Perfect. And there’s no going back now.

The lounge is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the dark wooden walls and leather seats, with only the soft crackling of the fire behind her casting a warm, flickering glow. Outside, the estate is wrapped in darkness, the Halloween party fading to quiet, leaving us cocooned here, just the four of us, like the worldbeyond doesn’t even exist. It’s the perfect setting—intimate, isolated, perfect to match the feeling that’s building between us.

Kisha stands in front of us, framed by the firelight, her dark skin catching the flicker of the flames, highlighting the full curves that have been driving us mad since the moment she walked in. Her hair’s loose, wild, and her eyes—sharp, fierce—lock onto each of us, like she’s daring us to make our move. She doesn’t waver, just stands there with her head held high, with that unbreakable look that’s only making me want her more.

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