7. Kisha

Seven

Kisha

They've got me surrounded, their huge bodies pressing in, heat radiating off them like fire. Every part of me is tingling, like I'm being pulled into some magnetic field I can't escape, and the truth is, I don't want to escape. Not even a little.

Jax's hand is on my chin, tilting my face up so I'm staring straight into his dark, hungry eyes. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough rasp that sends a shiver down my spine. "That mouth's been running since you walked into the maze. Think it's about time we put it to better use, don't you?"

Before I can answer, his mouth is on mine, hot and unrelenting. His lips are firm, rough, tasting of male and pure heat. He doesn't hold back, doesn't hesitate, just takes, his tongue sliding between my lips with a confidence that leaves me breathless. I can taste a hint of mint mixed with something distinctly him—wild, manly, powerful. My hands grip his bulky shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle there as he pulls me closer, pressing his large body against mine until I'm drowning in his warmth, his strength.

Then, just as I'm catching my breath, I feel Maddox's hand slip around my waist from behind, pulling me against him. His chest is solid against my back, and I can feel the hard press of him, his cock straining through his jeans. He leans down, his mouth grazing the shell of my ear as he growls, "You feel that? That's what you do to us, sweetheart. Got me harder than I've ever been."

His words send a pulse of heat straight to my core, and I'm acutely aware of every inch of my body, of the way my heart is pounding, of the dampness pooling between my thighs. I lean back into him, my head tipping to the side, giving him access to my neck, and he doesn't waste a second. His mouth is hot against my skin, teeth grazing, tongue sweeping over the sensitive spot just below my ear, and I can feel the way his breath quickens, how he's barely holding it together.

Hunt's fingers trail down my side, his hand settling on my hip as he watches me, his gaze dark, feral. "Look at you, already dripping for us," he murmurs, his voice like gravel. "Bet that pretty little pussy's soaked, isn't it? Bet you're aching to feel us inside you."

I let out a shaky breath, my body responding to his words, to the way they're surrounding me, touching me, like they're already staking their claim. My pulse is racing, my skin humming with anticipation as their hands roam, touching, exploring, like they're memorizing every inch of me.

Jax pulls back, his sculpted lips swollen from our kiss, and his eyes are hooded, intense. "Tell us, Kisha. Tell us how much you want this."

I swallow, my voice barely a whisper. "I… I want it. All of it."

Jax grins, a slow, wicked smile, his hand sliding down my body, his fingers tracing a path over my waist, my hips, until he's gripping my full ass, pulling me against him. "You're ours now, and we're gonna make sure you know it."

Maddox's big hands are on my waist, his fingers digging into my soft flesh as he presses his hips against me, letting me feel just how hard he is, how ready. "You're gonna take every inch, sweetheart. We're not stopping until you're dripping with our cum, until you can feel us in every part of you."

Hunt moves in front of me, his gaze locked on mine as he reaches up, brushing his thumb over my trembling bottom lip. "Open up, baby. Let's see if that pretty mouth feels as good as it looks."

I part my lips, and he slides his big, calloused thumb in, pressing it against my tongue, letting me taste the feel and warmth of his skin. I can feel my body responding, heat pooling low in my belly as I suck, letting him know exactly what I'm willing to give them.

"Good girl," he growls, his voice a low, approving rumble. "You're gonna look so fucking pretty with your mouth full of cock."

His words send another wave of heat through me, and I'm lost, completely and utterly at their mercy. And they know it. I can see it in their wild gazes, in the way they're watching me, like I'm theirs to devour, to claim, and I've never felt so alive, so ready to let go.

Maddox's hands slide down to my hips, his grip firm, possessive. "We're not letting you go, Kisha. Not now, not ever. You're ours, and we're gonna make sure you know it."

Every word, every touch, every look tells me it's true.