4. Jackson

Four

Jackson

Kisha's got her poker face on, but the way her breath caught when Hunt leaned in? Yeah, she felt that shit. And there's a hell of a lot more where that came from. I've never been the patient one in the pack—that's more Maddox's style—but this omega's making me want to play the long game. And every time one of us gets close, I see that spark in her eyes.

She wants us. She's just waiting for us to show her exactly how bad.

I lean back, stretching, showing off my full height and bulk, letting my eyes rake over her, from those sassy eyes to her mouthwatering curves that've been taunting us since she first set foot on the estate. She stares right back, tilting her chin up like she's daring me to say something.

"So," I start, eyes never leaving hers. "How do you like our estate?"

She rolls her eyes, shaking her head. The gesture so fucking cute, it makes me chuckle. "I've been in rooms like this more times than I can count." She gestures around, looking every inch the queen who's just tolerating her subjects. "You're not the only billionaires with fancy mansions and big egos, you know."

Maddox laughs, that low rumble that's always been his tell. "Big egos, huh?"

"Yep." She doesn't hesitate, tossing her hair back and raising her glass in a mock toast. "But I guess you three take the cake."

I lean in, close enough that I can bask in her scent. "Oh, we take more than that, sweetheart."

Kisha narrows her eyes, feigning annoyance, but I catch the way her gaze drops to my mouth. Yeah, she right there with us.

"Is that right?" she challenges, voice steady, but I don't miss the slight hitch in her breath. "And what exactly do you think you're taking?"

I chuckle, shifting even closer, letting her feel my presence. "Anything we want, baby."

Hunt's on her other side, close enough that his arm brushes hers, and I swear I see her grip tighten on her glass. "We've been watching you since you got her, Omega," he says, his voice low, almost a growl. "You're not as hard to read as you think."

She tries to scoff, rolling her eyes again, but it's forced. "Oh yeah? And what exactly do you think you've figured out?"

Maddox leans in, too. And now we're surrounding her. "We know you've been holding back," he says, his voice a low rumble. "But we also know that you want this just as bad as we do."

For a moment, she's silent, and I can practically hear the wheels turning in her head. She's fighting it, holding on to whatever self-control she's got left, but by the way her breath catches whenever one of us gets close? She's fucking ours. Just hasn't accepted it yet.

I reach out, brushing a finger down her arm, watching as goosebumps rise all over her skin. "What's stopping you, Kisha?" I murmur. "You don't look like the kind of woman who's afraid to go after what she wants."

She doesn't pull away, her eyes locked on mine, a challenge in her gaze. "Maybe I just don't think you three are worth the trouble."

Hunt chuckles, that rough, dangerous sound that always gets a reaction. "Oh, we're worth it, sweetheart. More than you know."

She bites her full lip, making me hitch to be the one running my teeth over her plump flesh. There's a flicker of doubt—no, not doubt, anticipation, in her gorgeous eyes. She's just waiting for us to make the move, to finally break through that last bit of resistance.

I exchange a quick glance with Maddox and Hunter, and we're all on the same page. Our girl is done playing. And we're done letting her pretend she doesn't want us.

I reach out, fingers wrapping around her small wrist, gently but firmly, pulling her closer. "Kisha," I rumble. "Stop fighting it. We're right here. Just say the word."

She hesitates, her gaze flicking between the three of us, that last bit of defiance flaring one more time. But then, her shoulders relax, her breath coming out in a slow exhale.

"Fine," she murmurs in a petulant voice that makes me grin. "Show me what you got."

And that's all we need.

Maddox and Hunt move in, each taking a side, their hands on her arms, guiding her closer, surrounding her. She doesn't resist, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders as I lean in, pressing my lips to her neck, feeling the way her pulse races under my touch.

Her breath hitches, her fingers tightening on my shoulders, and that's it. She's ours. Enveloped in our heat and scents.