DAXTON POV
Seeing Maria like that—possessive, fierce, and protective—did something to me. It wasn’t just a flicker of attraction; it was like a switch being flipped, a primal instinct awakening deep inside me. It was the way her eyes blazed, the set of her jaw, the absolute conviction that radiated off her as she stood there, a warrior ready to defend her own. She was claiming us, and God, did I want to be claimed.
I wasn’t the only one. Henry’s fists clenched at his sides, his nostrils flaring like a bull about to charge. His jaw was locked, his chest rising and falling in sharp, controlled breaths. And yeah, the outline of his hard-on pressing against his sweatpants wasn’t exactly subtle. It was a stark, undeniable testament to the effect Maria had on us, the sheer power of her possess
