Page 96 of Property of the Bikers

I’m dripping with them. Marked. Claimed.

Their hands stay on my belly as we all catch our breath. Three bodies press close around me, protecting what’s theirs. I feel claimed in the most primal way possible. Thoroughly used. Thoroughly filled. Thoroughly theirs.

The three of them move around me with careful, protective hands. They ease me onto my back, propped up with pillows so my massive belly rests comfortably.

Then they surround me completely. Cade lies on my left, his big body pressed against mine, one heavy arm draped over my side so his hand can rest possessively on top of my belly. Jax curls in on my right, his face nuzzled against the side of my breast, his lips brushing my skin. Reeve settles lower, his cheek resting gently against the underside of my belly, one arm wrapped around my thigh like he’s anchoring all of us.

For a long moment, there’s only breathing and the feeling of three warm, strong bodies wrapped around our daughter and me.

My breasts are still leaking slowly. Jax lazily licks at one nipple, catching the droplets with soft, contented sounds. Cade’s thumb strokes slow circles over the tight skin of my belly. Reeve presses a kiss right where the baby is most active, then rests his forehead there like he’s listening.

I feel heavy. Satisfied. Safe in a way I’ve never felt before in my life.

Cade’s voice rumbles against my shoulder, low and certain. “Forever now,” he says. “No more threats. No more war. Just us.”

I close my eyes for a second and let the words settle deep in my chest. The relief is bone-deep. Viktor is gone. The man who planned to erase me is nothing but a memory now, and these three men made sure of it. They did the ugly, necessary thing so our daughter wouldn’t have to grow up under that shadow.

I run my fingers through Jax’s hair, then reach down to touch Reeve’s shoulder before I answer. “Just us,” I whisper. “Our baby. Our family. That’s enough. That’s everything.”

And I mean it.

I chose this life with my eyes wide open. I stood in this compound knowing exactly what kind of men they were—what they were willing to do, what they were capable of—and I still said yes. I chose the violence. I chose the possession. I chose the Ruthless brand they put on our daughter and me.

My hand joins Cade’s on my belly. Elena Grace Mercer shifts slowly under our palms, strong and safe.

I’m not naive. I know this world will never be soft. I know there will be more hard days, more blood, more difficult choices. But I also know these three men will stand between our family and anything that tries to touch it.

I chose the monsters.

And the monsters chose me back.

I feel their cum still leaking out of me, their marks drying on my skin, their hands warm and heavy on my body. My breasts ache in the best way. My belly feels full and protected. My heart feels… settled.

This is my life now.

This is my family.

And I want every single filthy, possessive, beautiful piece of it.

Chapter Forty

CADE

Sunday morning, and the compound is quiet in a way it hasn’t been for five weeks.

Not empty. The workshop opens at eight, same as always. The bar is serving its Sunday breakfast, same as always. Men move between buildings, doing the work the day requires, same as always.

But underneath all of it, the specific tension that has been running since the night Mira walked through the bar door is gone, and its absence changes the quality of everything.

I feel it when I walk to the main building at nine.

Two men at the gate are doing their job because it’s their job, not because there’s an active threat on the other side. Ghost runs the morning debrief in the security office with the door open instead of closed. Reeve is at his desk, with the monitoring feed running on one screen and something else on the other, so the monitoring is now background rather than primary.

Five weeks of siege and it’s over.

* * *

I call church at ten.