8. Hunter

Eight

Hunter

She's right here with us, surrounded by our hands, our voices, her body responding to every touch. I can feel her resistance slipping, bit by bit, and it's everything I've been waiting for. Kisha's not the kind of woman who gives in easily—I knew that from the moment I first saw her on the surveillance feed, the way she stood her ground, all sass and fire. But right now? She's done for.

Jax has her tilted back just slightly, his hand collaring her neck, and I don't miss the way her fingers grip his shoulders. Her breathing's changed, it's faster, her skin is warming under our touch. I can see every bit of her unraveling, and it's driving me fucking wild.

Jax leans in, kissing down her neck, slow, rough, like he's staking his claim. I can smell her scent, rich and heady, like honey and spice—intoxicating. It's her. Our scent match. The one we've been waiting for, even when we didn't know it. It's more than her body, more than this reckless attraction. It's instinct, and I know Maddox and Jax feel it too. She's meant for us.

"Goddamn, you smell good," Jax murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. He's pressing his face into her neck, breathing her in, like he's fucking addicted.

My fingers trail along the soft skin of her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin, the way she's holding herself steady even though I can feel her pulse racing under my touch. I know she feels it. That hitch in her breath is all I need. "You're feeling it too, aren't you, baby?" I say, voice low. It's not just a question; it's the truth.

Her eyes flick to Maddox, and he's watching her with that same intensity, his fingers tracing over her waist, her hips. He's holding back, just barely, but I know him well enough to see he's on the edge.

"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart," Maddox says, his voice a promise. "Not ever again."

Jax grins, rough and full of that primal need that's eating at us, and his hand slides down her back, resting just above her ass. "Gonna make sure you know exactly who you belong to."

I can feel the way her body responds, the way her breathing's gone shallow, and I know she's ready. She's ours, and she knows it, even if she's still got that fire in her eyes, that stubbornness that's half the reason we want her so damn bad.

I lean in, my mouth close to her ear, my hand slipping under her dress, feeling the soft, heated skin of her thigh. "Tell me you feel it," I murmur, letting my teeth graze her earlobe. "Tell me you're ours."

Kisha gasps, her head tipping back against my shoulder, giving me access to her neck, and I don't waste a second. My mouth finds her pulse, that quick, steady beat, and I press my lips there, feeling her reaction, the way she melts just a little more into me.

"I… I feel it," she whispers, her voice breathy, unsteady. But it's all I need.