Page 6 of Knots & Treats

“Good girl,” he growls, his voice a low, approving rumble. “You’re gonna look so fucking pretty with your mouth full of cock.”

His words send another wave of heat through me, and I’m lost, completely and utterly at their mercy. And they know it. I can see it in their wild gazes, in the way they’re watching me, like I’mtheirs to devour, to claim, and I’ve never felt so alive, so ready to let go.

Maddox’s hands slide down to my hips, his grip firm, possessive. “We’re not letting you go, Kisha. Not now, not ever. You’re ours, and we’re gonna make sure you know it.”

Every word, every touch, every look tells me it’s true.

Eight

Hunter

She’s right here with us, surrounded by our hands, our voices, her body responding to every touch. I can feel her resistance slipping, bit by bit, and it’s everything I’ve been waiting for. Kisha’s not the kind of woman who gives in easily—I knew that from the moment I first saw her on the surveillance feed, the way she stood her ground, all sass and fire. But right now? She’s done for.

Jax has her tilted back just slightly, his hand collaring her neck, and I don’t miss the way her fingers grip his shoulders. Her breathing’s changed, it’s faster, her skin is warming under our touch. I can see every bit of her unraveling, and it’s driving me fucking wild.

Jax leans in, kissing down her neck, slow, rough, like he’s staking his claim. I can smell her scent, rich and heady, like honey and spice—intoxicating. It’s her. Our scent match. The one we’ve been waiting for, even when we didn’t know it. It’s more than her body, more than this reckless attraction. It’sinstinct, and I know Maddox and Jax feel it too. She’s meant for us.

“Goddamn, you smell good,” Jax murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. He’s pressing his face into her neck, breathing her in, like he’s fucking addicted.

My fingers trail along the soft skin of her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin, the way she’s holding herself steady even though I can feel her pulse racing under my touch. I know she feels it. That hitch in her breath is all I need. “You’re feeling it too, aren’t you, baby?” I say, voice low. It’s not just a question; it’s the truth.

Her eyes flick to Maddox, and he’s watching her with that same intensity, his fingers tracing over her waist, her hips. He’s holding back, just barely, but I know him well enough to see he’s on the edge.

“You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart,” Maddox says, his voice a promise. “Not ever again.”

Jax grins, rough and full of that primal need that’s eating at us, and his hand slides down her back, resting just above her ass. “Gonna make sure you know exactly who you belong to.”

I can feel the way her body responds, the way her breathing’s gone shallow, and I know she’s ready. She’s ours, and she knows it, even if she’s still got that fire in her eyes, that stubbornness that’s half the reason we want her so damn bad.

I lean in, my mouth close to her ear, my hand slipping under her dress, feeling the soft, heated skin of her thigh. “Tell me you feelit,” I murmur, letting my teeth graze her earlobe. “Tell me you’re ours.”

Kisha gasps, her head tipping back against my shoulder, giving me access to her neck, and I don’t waste a second. My mouth finds her pulse, that quick, steady beat, and I press my lips there, feeling her reaction, the way she melts just a little more into me.

“I… I feel it,” she whispers, her voice breathy, unsteady. But it’s all I need.

Nine

Kisha

The three of them are on me, surrounding me like I’m something precious they’re desperate to claim. I can feel it in every touch, every glance—their possessiveness, that deep, primal need to make me theirs. And right now, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

Jax is in front of me, those intense, playful eyes of his looking me up and down like he’s savoring every inch. His hand slides around to my waist, his touch firm, warm, grounding me in a way that has me feeling like I’m the only thing in his world. “You ready for us, sweetheart?” he murmurs, his voice low, rough, dripping with the promise of everything they’re about to do to me.

“Yes,” I manage to whisper, my voice barely steady, the anticipation building until it’s all I can feel. I’ve never wanted anything this much, never felt this out of control, and it’s like they know it, know exactly what they’re doing to me.

Maddox’s hands are digging into my hips, his hard chestpressing against my back, solid and warm. His breath grazes my ear, a shiver running down my spine as he murmurs, “You’re not leaving here tonight without feeling every damn thing we can give you.” There’s that command in his voice, that unbreakable conviction, and I realize I’m gripping his arms, holding onto him like he’s my anchor in the middle of the storm raging between us.

Hunt’s to my side, his gaze dark and intense, his hand sliding over my thigh, rough and possessive. “Look at you,” he mutters, almost like he’s talking to himself. “Fucking perfect.” His fingers trace a path along my skin, each touch lighting me up, and I know he can feel my pulse racing, feel the way my body’s reacting, how I’m barely holding it together.

Jax tilts my face up, his thumb grazing over my cheek, and there’s that mischievous glint in his eyes, mixed with something deeper, raw. “I want to hear you say it, Kisha. I want to hear you tell us you’re ours.”

I meet his gaze, that fire, that playful intensity, and something inside me snaps, my last bit of control slipping away. “I’m yours,” I whisper, the words spilling out before I even have a chance to think about them.

The look he gives me in response is fierce, a flash of satisfaction mixed with something feral, like he’s waited a lifetime to hear those words. His mouth crashes against mine, rough and unrelenting, and I lose myself in him, in the taste of him, alpha and heat, with that faint hint of pheromones that makes my head spin. His hands are everywhere, pulling me closer, gripping melike he’s never letting go, and I know I’m not walking out of here the same woman I was when I came in.

Behind me, Maddox’s hands slide up my waist, tracing over my curves, his touch possessive. His fingers caress my skin, warm and rough, and every brush of his hands makes me feel more claimed. I feel Hunt’s fingers tighten on my thigh, as he holds me in place. Then he says, “but first, we’re gonna play a little game.”

Ten

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