14. Jackson

Fourteen

Jackson

Halloween night, exactly one year since the night we claimed her.

The estate grounds are quiet, the lights from the house casting shadows across the trees, making the place feel just a little eerie, like it's holding secrets. Perfect for tonight. Kisha's out here somewhere, hidden in the maze, and we're giving her a head start.

It's our new tradition—the chase, the thrill, a reminder of the night we found her. Tonight, it's just the four of us, no guests, no distractions. And she knows exactly what's coming.

Next to me, Maddox checks his watch, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Time's up."

Hunt cracks his knuckles, that predatory gleam in his eyes. "Let's go get our woman."

I can't help the thrill that runs through me, the way my blood heats up just thinking about finding her, cornering her, making her ours all over again.

We move through the maze, all three of us silent, focused. The cool night air smells of fallen leaves and the faint scent of her perfume, something warm and sweet that's uniquely hers.

I catch a flash of movement ahead, a glimpse of dark hair, the faintest sound of her breath, and I know she's close. Maddox sees it too; he tips his head, signaling for Hunt and me to split up, and we spread out, moving down different paths, closing in on her.

A few seconds later, I hear her laugh, soft and teasing, and it's like a magnet pulling us in. She's daring us to catch her. But she knows damn well how this is going to end.

I round a corner, and there she is, her back to me, just a few steps away. Kisha senses me, freezes, then whirls around, eyes wide, that daring grin on her lips.

"Gotcha," I say, voice low, rough. I see the way she swallows, that spark in her eyes still burning, the same fire that's been driving us all crazy since day one.

I close the distance, my hands reaching for her, and she doesn't back away, doesn't run. Instead, she steps into me, her hands finding their way around my neck as she tilts her head up, a smirk on her lips. "Took you long enough."

I chuckle, leaning down, brushing my mouth over hers, feeling her melt against me.

Then Maddox and Hunt are there, closing in, and she's surrounded, exactly where she belongs. Hunt slips an arm around her waist, pulling her back against him, his mouth grazing her neck, his voice a low growl. "Thought you could get away from us, omega?"

Kisha laughs, the sound low and breathless, and I can feel her heart racing, feel the way she's giving in, letting us surround her, claim her all over again. "Didn't want you to lose your touch," she teases, her gaze darting between us, that spark still there, still challenging.

Maddox steps in, his hand sliding over her cheek, his thumb brushing her lips. "Not a chance, sweetheart."

He leans down, his mouth claiming hers, and I see her give in, her body surrendering to him, the same way she always does.

I slide my hand down her spine, tracing the curve of her hip, savoring the way her breath hitches, the way her body responds, melting into mine. Hunt works his way down her neck, his hands exploring her curves, and I can feel the way her skin warms under his touch, the way she arches into him, seeking more.

We press in close, surrounding her, reminding her who she belongs to.

Hunt slides a hand lower, fingers tracing over her ass, gripping her, lifting her against him, and I see the way her breath catches, her body reacting, eager for us. Maddox leans down, his hands tangling in her hair, his lips grazing her neck, her ear, and she whimpers, her hands gripping his shoulders, nails digging in, pulling him closer.

I press a palm to her back, my hand spanning her waist, traveling to her ribs, until my thumb finds her nipple, feeling it harden under my touch. Kisha lets out a moan, her back arching, hips grinding against Hunt, her body begging for more.

We move her, lifting her dress, her full ass exposed to the moonlight, her skin burning with need. Her thick thighs are slick with wetness, her juices coating her inner thighs, and fuck, it makes me want to bury my cock in her right then and there.

But first, we want to savor her.

Maddox moves in front of her, his eyes dark, his breathing heavy. He reaches for the front of his pants, unzipping. His cock is thick and hard, precum already glistening at the tip. Kisha lets out a soft whimper, her full lips parting, eager for him, and I feel her hips push back, seeking my touch.

Hunt and I watch as Maddox guides his shaft into her mouth, the head pushing past her lips, his fingers tangling in her hair, urging her on. Her eyes flutter closed, a muffled moan escaping her, her hips grinding against me, her juices soaking my pants.

I slide my fingers over her soft folds, and she shudders, her body craving more. Maddox thrusts deep, his hands gripping her hair, guiding her, controlling her, and I can see the way she lets go, her body surrendering to his rhythm, his pace.

Hunt growls, his voice thick and hungry. His fingers dig into her ass, her skin dampening, her body responding to his touch.

I push a finger inside her, feeling the tightness, the wet heat, and I can see the way her breathing changes, her body pushing into my touch, desperate for more. I add another finger, finding her spot, stroking her, at the same time brushing her clit, making her shudder.

Next to me, Hunt slides a hand between her ass-cheeks, his thick finger pushing into her puckered hole, stretching her, filling her, and her body trembles, her hips bucking, taking him deeper.

Maddox thrusts harder, rougher, his movements almost frantic, and I see the way her lips stretch around his shaft, her tongue swirling, tasting, and I can tell he won't last much longer.

I curl my fingers, pushing deeper, finding that spot inside her, and she gasps, her body shaking, her thighs slick with juices. Maddox thrusts once more, his grip tightening, his cock hitting the back of Kisha's throat as his release hits him. She swallows, her lips wrapping around his cockhead, sucking, drawing every last drop.

As soon as Maddox pulls out, I spin her around, pressing her against the wall of the maze. Hunt's hand tangles in her hair, tugging her head back, exposing her neck. Maddox leans in, his teeth on her skin, nipping, biting.

I grab her hips, pulling her against me, feeling her heat, her wetness, the way her body begs for more. Hunt slides a hand over her soft belly, his palm slipping down, cupping her drenched mound. Kisha lets out a gasp, her body jerking, her hips grinding against his hand, desperate for the friction.

I slip my hand under her lacy bra, finding her nipple, pinching it, and her body tenses, her eyes squeezing shut.

Hunt pushes a finger inside her, then another, stretching her, filling her. His thumb finds her clit, rubbing slow, torturous circles, and her moans get louder, her body quivering.

I lean down, my mouth brushing her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "You gonna come for us, omega? Gonna let us feel you fall apart?"

Kisha's response is a desperate whimper, her body rocking against Hunt, his fingers moving faster, her pussy gripping him, pulling him deeper. I can feel the tension building, her body begging to be taken over the edge.

Maddox slides a hand up her side, his fingers finding her other nipple, pulling and rolling, the pressure making her squirm. Kisha cries out, her back arching, her hips bucking against Hunt's hand, and he keeps pushing her, his thumb working her clit, his fingers stroking her sweet spot.

"That's it, baby," Maddox growls, his voice a low rumble, his lips pressed to her ear. "Come for us. Let us feel you fall apart."

Hunt's fingers thrust deeper, his thumb pressing harder, his movements quickening, and I can feel the way her body gives in, her orgasm hitting her hard, sending her spiraling. Her cries echo through the maze, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around Hunt's fingers.

I can't hold back any longer. My hand moves to the front of my pants, undoing them, freeing my cock, and I pull her hips against me, grinding my shaft against her, my precum coating her skin.

Her moans fill the air, her body still shaking, but she pushes back, eager for more. I grab her ass, spreading her cheeks, exposing her to me. She's dripping wet, her juices pooling, and I can't wait another second.

I press my cock against her tight opening, and she gasps, her hips bucking, urging me on. I thrust into her, and she cries out, her pussy gripping me, pulling me deeper. Grabbing her hips, my fingers dig into her flesh, and I start fucking her, my cock sliding into her, every stroke sending her closer to the edge again.

Kisha cries out, her hands scrabbling for purchase, and I can feel her muscles tightening, her body surrendering. Maddox moves in front of her, grabbing her arms, holding her steady, his voice a low growl. "You're gonna come again, baby. You're gonna take every inch of us. Then we're gonna knot you. Make sure there's no doubt who you fucking belong to." His voice is low, feral, unhinged. That's what our little omega does to us.

Hunt grips her hair, his other hand stroking her clit, and I can feel her losing control, her body already wrecked with pleasure, her pussy milking my cock, her juices running down her thighs.

Maddox holds her tight, his hand sliding to her throat, and her eyes roll back, her body arching into his touch.

"Come for us, omega," Maddox growls, his voice a mix of command and pure, raw desire.

Kisha lets out a desperate whimper, her body bucking, and I feel her tighten around me, her climax washing over her, her slick dripping, her voice echoing through the maze.

I don't stop, I can't. My body is desperate for her, and I slam into her, my cock pulsing, my knot swelling, and the feel of her, the way she's gripping me, is enough to send me over the edge.

I thrust deeper, my fingers digging into her hips, and I come, my seed filling her, my knot locking us together, sealing our bond.

We stay like that for a while, the four of us tangled together, the world around us quiet and peaceful. I feel Kisha's breathing settle, her body relaxing against me. I've never felt better in my life.

Then she looks up at me, her eyes shining, a hint of mischief there, and she says, voice low and rough from our recent activities, "That all you got, alpha?"