6. Maddox

Six

Maddox

She's ours.

I knew it from the moment I caught her scent—wild, earthy, with a hint of something sweet, like she'd been carved straight from the mountains that we built our lives around. It hits me hard, like the crack of a whip, and there's no mistaking it. That scent, her scent, calls to something deep inside me, something primal and raw. And judging by the way Hunt and Jax are acting, they feel it too. She's our mate. Fated. Perfect. And there's no going back now.

The lounge is dimly lit, shadows dancing across the dark wooden walls and leather seats, with only the soft crackling of the fire behind her casting a warm, flickering glow. Outside, the estate is wrapped in darkness, the Halloween party fading to quiet, leaving us cocooned here, just the four of us, like the world beyond doesn't even exist. It's the perfect setting—intimate, isolated, perfect to match the feeling that's building between us.

Kisha stands in front of us, framed by the firelight, her dark skin catching the flicker of the flames, highlighting the full curves that have been driving us mad since the moment she walked in. Her hair's loose, wild, and her eyes—sharp, fierce—lock onto each of us, like she's daring us to make our move. She doesn't waver, just stands there with her head held high, with that unbreakable look that's only making me want her more.

Jax and Hunt are on each side of her, their expressions dark, feral, like they're barely holding themselves back. We're alphas to the bone, trained to control every instinct, every impulse. But with our omega, every restraint is slipping away, and it's clear we're not the only ones feeling it. Kisha's eyes flick between us, that spark of defiance back, but it's edged with something more now—a challenge.

She's playing it calm, like she hasn't just been caught in the middle of a pack of hungry wolves. But I know, we all know, she feels it too. That pull, the sense that something here goes beyond the physical. It's instinct, fate, the undeniable realization that she's our perfect scent match.

Jax's fingers slide under her chin, tilting her face up so he can get a better look. "You have no idea, do you?" he murmurs, his voice rough, almost a growl.

She raises a brow, her luscious lips twitching in a faint smirk. "I think I have a pretty good idea."

Hunt lets out a low chuckle from behind her, his hand tracing a path along her spine. "You're more than we expected, Kisha. So much more."

I see that same feral need in her eyes that's got us on edge. I step closer, letting my fingers skim her shoulder, feeling the heat of her skin under my touch. The scent of her—fucking intoxicating, filling every part of me—is driving me mad, making it harder to hold back, to play this slow. The flickering firelight is casting shadows over her skin, making her look like some kind of magical being. And she's here, in our private quarters, where no one else can reach her.

I lean down, my mouth close to her ear, and the words come out in a low, hushed tone. "You feel it, don't you?"

Kidha stills, her breath catching again, and I know. She feels it, all of it. The pull, the fate, the certainty that there's no one else, never will be. And I can feel my own control slipping, that urge to claim, to mark her, to let her know in no uncertain terms that she belongs to us. My mouth skims her neck, and she doesn't pull back, just tilts her head slightly, giving me better access.

"Say it, baby," Hunt says, his voice rough, almost feral. "You want this."

She doesn't answer right away, her gaze moving between us, weighing, calculating. Then, she lets out a slow breath, her lips parting in a faint smile.

I step in, pressing my palm to her back, feeling the warmth radiate through her thin dress. I can feel her heartbeat, fast and erratic, but she doesn't back down, doesn't look away. She's standing her ground, strong and unflinching, and damn if that doesn't make me want her even more.

I dip my head, my mouth hovering over her collarbone, and press a kiss there, letting my teeth graze her skin just enough to make her shake. Her breath shudders, and she grips my arms, her nails digging into my skin.

"We're not letting you go, Kisha," I murmur against her skin. "Not now, not ever."

And then we're on her, surrounding her, each of us claiming her in our own way, like we're marking her as ours. Jax captures her mouth in a kiss that's fierce, unrestrained, and I can see the way she leans into him, melting under his touch. Hunt's hands skim her waist, his touch rough, possessive, like he's staking his claim with every graze of his fingertips.

I press in from behind, my arms wrapping around her waist, feeling the way she fits perfectly against me, like she was made to be here, in this moment, in our arms. Her scent is overwhelming, filling every breath, and I know it's the same for them. We're all intoxicated, driven to the brink, and there's no way we're stopping now.