10. Jackson

Ten

Jackson

We can all feel it, this instinct pulling at us, telling us that Kisha isn't just some random omega we're going to have for one night. She's our omega, the one we've been waiting for.

We took her out on the edge of the estate grounds, the moon hanging low, and the only sound around us, the wind in the trees and our heavy breathing. She looks at each of us, that fierce look still in her eyes, but I can see that she's ready for this, ready to run, to be caught, to be claimed.

I lock eyes with her, grinning, feeling that low growl rumble in my chest. "You're gonna run, baby. And we're gonna catch you. Don't stop, don't hold back. We want every bit of that fight you got left." I can hear Maddox and Hunt behind me, both of them watching her, muscles tensed, ready to spring the second she takes off.

Kisha hesitates, just for a second, then I see that spark in her eyes, that challenge she throws back at us. Without a word, she turns and sprints, her laugh echoing through the trees, daring us, pulling us in.

Hunt doesn't waste a second; he's the first one after her, feet pounding against the dirt, his eyes locked on her, and damn if the sight doesn't drive me wild. Maddox and I are right behind, and I can feel that primal urge, raw and hungry, coursing through me. She's ours to catch, ours to mark, and we're not holding back.

I can see her up ahead, her body moving fast, graceful, her tempting curves pulling at me like a magnet. The thrill in her eyes when she looks back over her shoulder—she knows she's not getting away, but she's giving us a hell of a chase. And it just makes me want her more.

Hunt reaches her first, grabbing her around the waist, pulling her back against him, his chest pressed to her spine, his hands gripping her hips. "Got you, omega," he growls, his voice low, possessive, and I can see the way her body responds, melting into his.

Maddox and I close in, and I watch as Madd steps up, his hand slipping around her neck, tilting her head back so she's looking up at him. "Thought you could get away?" he murmurs, a smirk playing on his lips. "You're ours, Kisha. You've been ours since the second we saw you. Fuck, since forever."

Her gaze flicks to me, her brown eyes wide, excited. I can see that she's ready, her body practically begging for what's coming next. I step in close, my hand trailing down her side, feeling the heat radiating off her, the way she's already responding to us, her body softening, surrendering.

"You know what's next, don't you, baby?" I murmur, my lips brushing against her ear. "We're gonna mark you, claim every inch of that fucking perfect body, and make sure you come so many times you won't fucking remember your name."

Kidha lets out a shaky breath, her hands gripping my shoulders as Hunt's hands roam down to her thighs, lifting her against him, pressing his body against hers. "Tell us you want it," he growls, his voice rough, demanding. "Tell us you want every inch of us, omega."

"I… I want it," she whispers, and that's all we need.

Maddox's hand slips down, gripping the hem of her dress, pulling it up and over her head, leaving her exposed, fucking perfect in the moonlight. I reach out, my hands sliding over the lace of her underwear, feeling the smooth curve of her ass, the warmth of her skin under my palms.

Hunt's fingers slip between her thighs, and I can see the way she gasps, her body arching into his touch as he strokes her, his fingers slick with the wetness that's already pooling there. "Look at you," he mutters, his voice thick with lust. "Already so wet, so ready. This pussy's just begging to be filled, isn't it?"

Her gaze locks onto mine, and I can see that fire that's driving us all mad. I lean in, my mouth capturing hers, rough and unrelenting, my tongue sliding against hers, tasting her, claiming her. My hands grip her full, round ass, pulling her against me, letting her feel the hard length of my cock pressing against her.

"Gonna make sure you take all of us, Kisha," I murmur, my voice rough, breathless. "Gonna make sure you're marked, filled, knotted with every one of us."

Maddox moves in, his mouth grazing her neck, teeth biting the sensitive skin there, and I see the way her body reacts, her eyes going wide as she gasps, her hands gripping onto us like we're her anchor. Hunt's fingers slip inside her, and I can hear the slick sound, feel the way she's already soaking for us, her juices coating his fingers as he strokes her, pushing her right to the edge.

"Tell me you're ready, omega," Maddox growls, his teeth digging into her shoulder, marking her, leaving his claim on her skin. "Tell me you're ready to take every inch of us, to be ours."

"I'm ready," she gasps, her voice breaking, and that's it.

We lay her back on the soft ground, the moonlight highlighting every curve, every inch of skin that's ours to claim. I move over her, my cock hard, throbbing, aching to be inside her, to feel that heat, that tightness as I sink into her. I can see the way she's watching me, her eyes dark, hungry, waiting.

I press into her, feeling that first stretch, that tight, wet heat as she takes me, inch by fucking inch, her body gripping me, pulling me deeper. My hands slide up to her hips, gripping tight as I start to move, slow at first, savoring every push, every slick, hot stroke.

Maddox and Hunt are right there, their hands on her, their mouths on her skin, marking her, biting, leaving bruises, reminders of who she belongs to. I can feel the way her body tightens, the way she's already close, her slick sheath pulling me in, making me want to fill her, to make her ours completely.

"You're gonna take every drop, baby," I murmur, my voice a rough whisper as I thrust deeper, harder, feeling her body yield to me. "Gonna knot you, fill you, make sure there's no doubt you belong to us."

Hunt's hands move down, gripping her thighs, spreading her wider as he leans in, his mouth hot against her ear. "You're ours, omega. No one else is ever gonna have you. Just us."

Kisha cries out, her body arching, tightening around me, and I can feel that surge, that primal need to mark her, to knot her, to claim her in every way. I thrust deeper, my hands gripping her ass as I let go, filling her with my seed, breeding her, my knot locking us together, sealing our bond.