Jaxon POV
Her kiss with Maddox turned filthy fast. She tugged his hair, moaned into his mouth, and when his hand slid down to grip her ass, she didn’t stop him - she arched into it. My c**k throbbed at the sight, but it wasn’t jealousy that burned through me. It was triumph.
She was giving in.
Rafe’s low growl vibrated through her back as he kissed the side of her neck. The sound wasn’t angry - it was hunger, patient and dark. His hands squeezed her waist like he was holding himself back by a thread.
“Careful,” he muttered against her skin. “She’s already shaking.”
“Then let her shake,” Maddox growled, breaking the kiss only long enough to nip at her jaw. “She’s begging for it.”
And she was. Gods, she was.
Her thighs pressed together, hips shifting in small, desperate movements, her
