Lila woke up the next morning sore and sticky, her body still humming from the night before. She was alone in the big bed now, but the scent of the four men clung to the sheets — musk, pine, and raw male heat. Her thighs were marked with faint fingerprints, and her n*****s felt tender.
She barely had time to shower before the pack returned from patrol. They walked in shirtless, sweat glistening on their hard muscles. Jax led the way, golden eyes locking on her immediately.
“Tonight,” he said simply. “We claim you properly.”
The day passed in thick tension. They fed her, let her rest, but every glance felt like a promise. By sunset, the air in the cabin crackled.
They didn’t bother with dinner. Jax grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room. The others followed, already stripp
