Chapter 11: Standoff
Leo looks one second away from ripping the door off its hinges. Actually, scratch that. The hinges are already bent.
He fills the doorway, huge shoulders straining beneath a black thermal, chest heaving hard enough I can see the fabric pulling with every breath. His braid hangs over one shoulder slightly loose now, tattoos disappearing beneath his collar while his eyes lock onto me with the kind of intensity that makes my stomach drop straight into my knees.
Or maybe that’s because I’m still sitting in Jax’s lap with his fingers wet on my thighs.
Could honestly be either.
"What," Leo growls again, voice rough and dangerous, "Have you done?"
Jax, infuriatingly, doesn’t look even slightly alarmed. If anything, he looks sleepy. Content. One big hand still rubbing slow circles into my hip while he presses a kiss against the side of my head like we’re a married couple winding down after IKEA shopping instead of whatever the hell this is.
"She needed comfort," he says simply.
Leo makes a sound low in his chest that absolutely does not belong to a human being. I stiffen.
There it is again. That weirdness. That thing they keep doing.
Leo begins predator pacing the room. Tight turns. Agitated movements. His hands flex open and closed like he’s physically restraining himself from punching through drywall.
"The scent is worse thanks to you, Jax," he says tightly, eyes flicking to me every few seconds. "I can’t fucking think."
What is with the growling, sniffing, talking about scent like I’m a fucking candle.
My heartbeat starts climbing as my patience finally snaps.
"The scent," I repeat sharply. "The fucking scent. What scent? What is WRONG with all of you?"
Both men go still as I shove myself off Jax’s lap, legs shaky, hair a mess, body still humming from the orgasm that apparently rewired my central nervous system.
"No seriously," I continue, heat flooding my face. "You all keep saying that like it means something. You sniff me constantly. You growl at each other. Every time one of you touches me I lose about ninety percent of my brain cells and suddenly want to climb you like a tree. Are you drugging me?"
Jax rises slowly from the bed behind me, palms raised carefully. "Sweetness..."
"No." I point at him wildly. "No cute nicknames. Answer me. What the hell is happening to me?"
Neither of them speaks, and the room suddenly feels too small. Too hot. Panic starts curling low in my stomach beneath the lingering arousal.
"You all act insane around me," I say, voice cracking now despite my best efforts. "And I act insane around you. I don’t even KNOW you people."
Leo’s jaw clenches so hard I hear his teeth grind.
Jax moves closer carefully. "Frankie, breathe."
"Don’t tell me to breathe!"
I spin toward Leo instead because he’s the biggest threat in the room and my survival instincts have apparently evolved backwards.
"You," I snap, marching right up to him despite the fact he outweighs me by approximately three refrigerators. "What is your problem?"
Leo stares down at me. Towering. Massive. Breathing hard.
And God, up close he’s overwhelming. Heat rolling off him in waves. Soap and cedar and sweat and something darker underneath that makes my body react instantly despite my panic. His pupils are blown so wide there’s barely any iris left.
"You want honesty?" he says roughly.
"Yes!"
"You smell like fucking heaven, and it’s making me lose my mind."
My mouth falls open.
"Oh my GOD."
"I’m serious."
"You sound clinically insane."
His nostrils flare hard. Then I do something incredibly stupid. I shove him.
Not hard.
I mean, it’s like pushing a mountain wrapped in flannel. He barely rocks back an inch. But the second my palms hit his chest, something changes.
Leo grabs me.
A startled squeak leaves me as he lifts me completely off the floor like I weigh absolutely nothing. One massive hand under my ass, the other gripping my waist as my legs instinctively wrap around him.
And then his mouth crashes into mine.
Holy. Shit.
This isn’t like Corrian’s controlled hunger, this is devastation.
Leo kisses like a starving man. Deep and rough and filthy, swallowing every shocked sound I make while he walks us backwards until his spine hits the wall hard enough to rattle the picture frames.
I moan helplessly into his mouth, because my body absolutely betrays me instantly.
His tongue drags against mine while his grip tightens beneath my thighs, holding me spread against him. I can feel exactly how hard he is through the thin fabric of his sweatpants.
Huge.
Thick.
Pulsing against the soaked center of my panties.
"Oh fuck," I gasp.
Leo growls directly into my mouth, there it is again.
Not human, instead low and deep and vibrating through his chest like something animal just beneath the surface. His teeth drag against my bottom lip, and it’s sharp, too sharp.
My entire body jerks. Did I just feel fangs? The thought barely forms before I feel Jax appear behind me.
Warm hands slide up my body. My waist. My ribs. My breasts.
"Oh, she’s gone soft for him," Jax murmurs happily against my hair.
I should stop this. Instead, I grind against Leo with a desperate little whine because the friction feels so good I might actually die from it.
Leo groans roughly.
Jax presses in behind me fully now, boxing me between them. I can feel his hard cock against the curve of my ass while his mouth drifts along my neck, breathing me in deep enough it makes heat explode low in my stomach again.
"Oh my God," I pant weakly. "What is happening..."
"You smell so fucking good," Leo mutters against my mouth.
Jax palms my breast through my shirt with a pleased hum. "She’s dripping again."
I am. Humiliatingly so.
Every grind against Leo’s lap leaves another wet streak across his sweatpants and, judging by the absolutely wrecked expression on his face, he knows it too.
"Christ," he groans.
My head falls back against Jax’s shoulder as they touch me everywhere at once. Big hands roaming my body possessively.
My thighs. My waist. My breasts. My ass. I’m dry humping Leo shamelessly now, chasing pressure while my brain dissolves completely.
Jax nuzzles into my neck, inhaling deeply again before licking slowly up the side of my throat.
I moan loudly and both men answer with rough growls as the sound shoots straight between my legs.
"You hear that?" Jax murmurs against my skin. "You’re making us feral, sweet thing."
Leo buries his face against my neck suddenly, breathing hard enough his chest shakes beneath me.
"Can’t fucking control it around her."
"You think I can?" Jax laughs weakly.
I’m so overwhelmed I can barely think straight anymore. Heat coils tighter and tighter, low in my stomach while their bodies cage me completely. Everywhere I move there’s muscle and warmth and hardness.
Then Leo rolls his hips upward once, making me cry out, because Jesus Christ. The pressure hits directly against my clit through my soaked panties, and suddenly I’m shaking again, another orgasm threatening embarrassingly fast.
"Leo," I gasp.
His eyes snap to mine, possessive and wild.
Mine mine mine. The thought flashes through my head so suddenly it scares me.
Through the clashing teeth, and sweat, and moaning, a calm voice drifts in from the hallway.
"This," Corrian says dryly, "isn’t very professional."
Every single body in the room freezes.
