The water *ripples* around us, *distorted* by the *tension* coiling between the pack like a *live wire* about to snap. Jax’s gray eyes are *wild*, his smirk *wicked*, his voice a dark caress. *"And what if I *like* suffering?"* His fingers *twitch* under the water, *itching* to touch me again.
*Fuck.*
The bond *pulses*, bright and *unstoppable*, and I can *feel* them all—Knox’s *rage* *burning* hot, Zane’s *control* *fraying* at the edges, Micah’s *amusement* *gleaming* like a blade, Cole’s *concern* *warm* and *steady*. It’s *overwhelming*. It’s *intoxicating*. It’s *f*****g* mine.
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Zane *moves*—*fast*, *fluid*, like a *shadow* given teeth. His hand *snaps* out, his fingers *wrapping* around Jax’s wrist, his grip *tight*, *possessive*, his gray eyes *black* with *authority*. *"Enou
