Page 52 of Breeding Justice

Her words were the last tether of my restraint, snapping under the weight of our shared need. I thrust harder, deeper, riding the pulsing waves of her climax. Every contraction around me pulled me further into the abyss, and my vision narrowed to just the sight of her—flushed skin, parted lips, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

"Oh God, Justice," I groaned through clenched teeth. The pressure built at the base of my spine, threatening to topple me into oblivion. My fingers dug into her hips as I sought to anchor myself, but it was no use.

She whimpered in response, a sound so needy and raw that it obliterated any last remnant of self-control I had. With one final thrust, I buried myself inside her, feeling her muscles clench and milk me as I poured everything into her.

We lay tangled together, lost in the fading echoes of our shared release. Our breaths mingled in the small space between us—hot, ragged gasps as we tried to reclaim some semblance of normalcy. I could feel my heart pounding against my ribcage, its rhythm erratic and wild.

Justice stirred beneath me, her muscles trembling with aftershocks. I kissed her forehead gently and then rolled off to the side, pulling her with me.

“You good?” I asked. “Did I hurt you?”

She nestled into my chest, her breath starting to slow. "No," she said softly. "You didn’t hurt me. You never hurt me."

For a second, I believed her. And right then, that seemed to be all that mattered.

Chapter Twenty-One: Justice

Despite everything, I had fallen asleep.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, but the warm weight of Hassan’s arm draped over my waist grounded me in a way I hadn’t felt in days. His breath tickled the back of my neck, slow and steady, as if he hadn’t been carrying the weight of the world just hours ago.

The couch creaked softly as I shifted, the faint blue glow of the baby monitor casting flickering shadows across the room. SJ’s rhythmic breathing hummed from the tiny speaker, steady and soothing. For the first time in what felt like forever, my body felt light—like I wasn’t bracing myself for the next blow.

But then the soft shuffle of footsteps pulled me back into reality.

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see Bash step into the living room, his broad frame cutting an imposing figure against the faint light from the hallway. His gaze swept over the room, landing on Hassan and me tangled on the couch.

His mouth quirked into a faint smirk, but his eyes were warm, understanding. “Comfortable?” he asked, his voice pitched low.

I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, Skylar appeared behind him, his blond hair a messy halo of bedhead. He leaned against the doorframe, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Looks like someone’s been busy,” Skylar drawled, his lips curling into a teasing grin. “And here I thought you two were the responsible ones. God, it smells so much like sex in here.”

“Skylar,” Zane muttered, stepping into the room with his usual calm precision. He shot Skylar a warning glance, but even he couldn’t completely hide the amused twitch of his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the show, doc,” Skylar said.

Hassan stirred behind me, his arm tightening slightly around my waist before his eyes blinked open. He looked groggy, his hazel eyes taking a moment to adjust as he took in the room.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

Skylar smirked wider. “Oh, nothing. Just everyone catching you in the act. No big deal.”

Hassan let out a low groan, burying his face in my hair for a brief second before sitting up. “Skylar,” he said, his tone carrying a warning of its own.

But Skylar only grinned, unbothered as he crossed the room to plop down on the other end of the couch. “Relax, mate. No judgment here. I mean, we’ve all thought about it, right?” His eyes flicked to me, sharp and teasing.

“Skylar,” Zane said again, though his tone was softer this time, his gaze flicking between Hassan and me.

Bash stepped further into the room, his arms crossed over his chest. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, though there was no heat in his voice. “We’ve got bigger things to focus on.”

“Do we, though?” Skylar asked, his grin widening as he leaned back. “I mean, look at them. It’s kind of sweet, isn’t it? The healer and the warrior.”

Hassan stood, his movements deliberate as he fixed Skylar with a pointed look. “Do you ever shut up?”

Skylar laughed, unbothered, and leaned back against the couch. “Not when I’m having this much fun.”

I stood too, smoothing the blanket back over the couch as I tried to will away the heat rising in my cheeks. Bash’s eyes softened when he looked at me, his lips parting as if to say something, but he closed them again just as quickly.

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