“I’m not telling her. Ever.”
Zephyr stares ahead. “I’m next.”
“She belongs to me,” I state. I need to make sure he remembers this. It doesn’t matter that she wants all fucking three of us, she was always mine from the beginning.
“I know,” he says.
I mutter, “She always has been. Always will be mine.”
Zephyr smirks, watching her moan while Callum plays with her clit. “Try telling her that.”
Callum comes and then Zephyr walks over. When Zephyr kisses her, hot molten jealousy flows through my chest. It burns and aches like a son of a bitch.
She has no idea what I’ve done for her. The extent I went. The revenge I wanted. The truth I’m hiding.
The obsession I’ve built.
I watch her, feeling the tension in my veins. It’s heavy but manageable.
When it’s my turn, my cock is aching desperately.
“Out,” I tell them. “Both of you.”
Callum raises an eyebrow. “Seriously?”
I glance at him. “Out.”
Zephyr pulls Callum toward the door. “Let’s give them a minute.”
They leave and close the door behind them.
I turn to her.
She’s lying there. Chest heaving. Legs spread. Looking at me like I’m the answer to everything.
I grab her throat. Not hard. Just enough to feel her pulse jump.
Her eyes widen, pupils blown. “Jax.”
“Tiger.”
I’d do anything for her. To keep her. To protect her.
Even if it means lying forever. I don’t want her hurt. I don’t want her sad. I’ll do anything for her, and she doesn’t understand a single ounce of how I feel.
I look down at her beautiful body. Aching. Ready. Mine.
“You have no idea what I’ve done for you,” I say.
She shakes her head seductively and gently, brushing her hair out of her face. “I think I do.”
I tighten my grip on her neck and feel her pulse race. “You don’t.”
She looks up at me. Hot. Trusting. Oblivious.
“I’d be lost without you, Jax,” she whispers.
She sits up slowly. She kisses my cheek. My jaw. My neck.
