11. Kisha

Eleven

Kisha

I'm still trying to catch my breath, my body completely spent, every inch of me claimed, marked. My head's spinning, my skin humming with the feel of their hands, their mouths, the way they surrounded me, relentless, like they weren't going to stop until they made sure I belonged to them completely. And I do. I don't know how or when it happened, but it's there now, this feeling like I've stepped into something I'm never leaving.

The night air is cool on my skin, and I can feel the soft, damp earth under me, grounding me, reminding me that this is real. My alphas are all around me, their bodies close, their touches lingering, each one of them watching me with that same intensity, like they're memorizing every part of me, making sure I'm not going anywhere.

Jax's hand trails down my skin, his touch slow, deliberate, his fingers tracing a path over my collarbone, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. "You good?" he murmurs, his voice soft, rough around the edges, and I can hear that satisfied note, like he knows exactly what he's done to me.

I nod, my throat still dry, my breath still coming in shallow, uneven gasps. "Yeah… more than good."

Maddox leans in, his mouth brushing over my neck, his teeth nipping at my skin, and I feel that familiar shiver run through me, even though my body's already worn out, already aching in the best way possible. His hands are strong, steady, one resting possessively on my waist.

I can feel the truth of his eyes sinking in, that possessive certainty they all seem to have, like this is more than just a night, more than just desire. It's something primal, something unbreakable, and for the first time, I don't feel the need to fight it.

Hunt's beside me, his hand resting on my thigh, his thumb tracing slow, gentle circles against my skin, a contrast to the raw intensity from earlier. His eyes are on mine, dark and unreadable, and I can see that same fierce determination in them. "This is just the beginning, Kisha," he says, his voice a low rumble.