Breeding Justice

21. Chapter Twenty-One Justice

Chapter Twenty-One: Justice

D espite everything, I had fallen asleep.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep, but the warm weight of Hassan’s arm draped over my waist grounded me in a way I hadn’t felt in days. His breath tickled the back of my neck, slow and steady, as if he hadn’t been carrying the weight of the world just hours ago.

The couch creaked softly as I shifted, the faint blue glow of the baby monitor casting flickering shadows across the room. SJ’s rhythmic breathing hummed from the tiny speaker, steady and soothing. For the first time in what felt like forever, my body felt light—like I wasn’t bracing myself for the next blow.

But then the soft shuffle of footsteps pulled me back into reality.

My eyes fluttered open just in time to see Bash step into the living room, his broad frame cutting an imposing figure against the faint light from the hallway. His gaze swept over the room, landing on Hassan and me tangled on the couch.

His mouth quirked into a faint smirk, but his eyes were warm, understanding. “Comfortable?” he asked, his voice pitched low.

I opened my mouth to reply, but before I could, Skylar appeared behind him, his blond hair a messy halo of bedhead. He leaned against the doorframe, his sharp blue eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Looks like someone’s been busy,” Skylar drawled, his lips curling into a teasing grin. “And here I thought you two were the responsible ones. God, it smells so much like sex in here.”

“Skylar,” Zane muttered, stepping into the room with his usual calm precision. He shot Skylar a warning glance, but even he couldn’t completely hide the amused twitch of his lips.

“Don’t act like you don’t enjoy the show, doc,” Skylar said.

Hassan stirred behind me, his arm tightening slightly around my waist before his eyes blinked open. He looked groggy, his hazel eyes taking a moment to adjust as he took in the room.

“What’s going on?” he asked, his voice rough with sleep.

Skylar smirked wider. “Oh, nothing. Just everyone catching you in the act. No big deal.”

Hassan let out a low groan, burying his face in my hair for a brief second before sitting up. “Skylar,” he said, his tone carrying a warning of its own.

But Skylar only grinned, unbothered as he crossed the room to plop down on the other end of the couch. “Relax, mate. No judgment here. I mean, we’ve all thought about it, right?” His eyes flicked to me, sharp and teasing.

“Skylar,” Zane said again, though his tone was softer this time, his gaze flicking between Hassan and me.

Bash stepped further into the room, his arms crossed over his chest. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said, though there was no heat in his voice. “We’ve got bigger things to focus on.”

“Do we, though?” Skylar asked, his grin widening as he leaned back. “I mean, look at them. It’s kind of sweet, isn’t it? The healer and the warrior.”

Hassan stood, his movements deliberate as he fixed Skylar with a pointed look. “Do you ever shut up?”

Skylar laughed, unbothered, and leaned back against the couch. “Not when I’m having this much fun.”

I stood too, smoothing the blanket back over the couch as I tried to will away the heat rising in my cheeks. Bash’s eyes softened when he looked at me, his lips parting as if to say something, but he closed them again just as quickly.

“You good?” Hassan asked me quietly, his hand brushing my lower back.

I nodded, offering him a small smile. “Yeah. Let’s just… move on.”

“Move on to what?” Skylar asked, his tone loaded with implication. “We’ve still got time before the big mission. Might as well make the most of it.”

“Skylar,” Zane warned, but this time, there was a flicker of something in his tone—curiosity, maybe.

“Come on,” Skylar continued, his grin wicked now as his eyes flicked between all of us. “What better way to blow off steam? We’re all thinking it.”

Hassan’s jaw tightened, his hand still resting on my back as he glanced at me, his hazel eyes searching mine. I felt the tension in the room shift, the charged undercurrent that had always been there rising to the surface.

“Don’t act so scandalized,” Skylar added, leaning forward now, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the baby monitor. “It wouldn’t be the first time, would it?”

Bash shifted, his stance relaxing slightly as his dark eyes flicked to me. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked, his voice low and steady. “I normally would be, but you’ve been shot…”

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening as I looked around the room—at Skylar’s teasing smirk, Zane’s steady calm, Bash’s quiet intensity, and Hassan’s warm, grounding presence.

Was I up for this? I was in pain, but I wanted them. No, I needed them.

“Yes,” I said, my voice firm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. “I am.”

Skylar’s grin stretched wider, triumphant. “There’s my girl,” he said, his tone both teasing and admiring. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “So, who’s making the first move? Or should we flip a coin?”

“Skylar,” Zane said, his voice sharp enough to quiet the room for a moment. His hazel eyes locked on mine, searching, steadying. “You’re sure, Justice? No pressure.”

I met his gaze, letting the warmth and calm of his presence settle me. “I’m sure,” I said again, softer this time. “I want this.”

Hassan’s hand slid to my hip, a protective, grounding touch. He leaned in close, his voice a low murmur just for me. “If you’re not feeling up to it, just say the word. You’ve been through enough already.”

“I’ll tell you if I can’t handle it,” I replied, turning my head slightly to meet his gaze. My hand brushed against his wrist, squeezing gently. “But I want this. I want all of you.”

Hassan nodded, his fingers tightening on my hip for a moment before he released me. His eyes flicked to Bash, then to Zane, a silent question passing between them.

Bash let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he stepped closer, his dark gaze intense. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and measured. “If this is what you want, we’ll give it to you.”

“Don’t sound so solemn, Bash,” Skylar chimed in, standing and sauntering toward us with an easy confidence. “This is supposed to be fun, remember? And God knows we could all use a little of that right now.”

He stopped in front of me, his sharp blue eyes dancing with mischief as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “You trust us, love?”

I nodded, my breath hitching as his fingers grazed my cheek.

“Good,” he said softly, his grin softening into something more sincere. “Then let’s make you feel good.”

Skylar leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that started teasing and playful but quickly deepened, his hand sliding to the back of my neck to hold me close. My hands found his chest, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as I lost myself in the warmth of his kiss.

Behind me, I felt Hassan’s hands on my hips again, steady and strong, grounding me as Skylar pulled me further into the moment.

When Skylar finally pulled back, his lips curved into a smirk, Bash stepped forward, his larger frame looming beside us. He cupped my chin, tilting my head to meet his gaze. The raw intensity in his dark eyes made my heart race, and when his lips met mine, it was slower, deeper, a kiss that felt like a promise.

I melted into him, my hands sliding up to grip his shoulders. His hands framed my face, his thumbs brushing over my cheeks as he kissed me like he had all the time in the world, like this moment wasn’t borrowed time stolen from the chaos waiting just outside.

When Bash broke the kiss, I turned to find Zane standing just behind him, his expression softer, quieter, but no less intent. He stepped closer, his hands finding my waist as he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was gentle but insistent, pulling me under his calm, steady control.

I felt the weight of their attention, the way their touches and gazes wrapped around me, grounding me even as the heat between us rose.

Hassan’s voice cut through the haze, low and commanding. “Come here, doll,” he said, his hands guiding me toward the couch again.

I sank onto the cushions, the world narrowing to the four of them around me, each of them focused entirely on me.

Skylar knelt in front of me, his grin wicked as his hands slid up my thighs. “Let’s start with you, pet,” he said, his voice a low purr.

Skylar’s hands slid higher, his fingers grazing the edge of my shorts as his blue eyes locked on mine. “I’ve always loved these legs,” he murmured, his voice dripping with mischief. “But I think it’s time we see all of you.”

He hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down, his movements slow, deliberate, his gaze never leaving mine. I lifted my hips to help him, the fabric sliding down my thighs until he tossed them aside, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

“Fuck,” Skylar breathed, his fingers tracing the curve of my thigh. “You’re perfect.”

Behind me, Hassan leaned over the back of the couch, his hands sliding to my shoulders, grounding me in his warmth. “Don’t rush her,” he said, his voice low, firm, though I could hear the edge of need in it.

Skylar smirked, leaning forward to press a kiss to the inside of my knee. “I’m not rushing. I’m savoring.”

Zane stepped closer, his hands brushing my sides as he knelt on the couch beside me. His hazel eyes were steady, searching mine for any sign of hesitation. “If this is too much, tell us,” he said softly.

“It’s not,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the storm of desire building inside me. “I want this. I want all of you.”

Bash moved behind the couch, his dark eyes watching as Skylar’s lips trailed higher, pressing kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. His gaze was intense, possessive, as if he were cataloging every inch of me.

Skylar’s mouth found my center, his tongue flicking out to tease me, and I gasped, my hands gripping the cushions beneath me. He groaned against me, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he buried his face between them.

“God, Skylar,” I breathed, my head falling back against Hassan’s chest.

“Feel good, pet?” Skylar asked, his voice muffled as his tongue circled my clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

“Yes,” I moaned, my body arching into his touch.

Zane’s hands slid to my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt. His lips found my neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin there as his hands worked me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my body.

Behind me, Hassan’s hands moved to my hair, his fingers threading through the strands as he tilted my head back to meet his gaze. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, leaning down to capture my lips in a kiss that was both tender and demanding.

Skylar’s tongue worked faster, his hands gripping my hips to hold me in place as he pushed me closer to the edge. My breath came in ragged gasps, my body trembling as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hands tangling in Skylar’s hair as I bucked against him.

“Do it,” he growled, his tongue flicking faster, harder, until the world shattered around me.

I cried out, my body writhing as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Skylar didn’t stop, his tongue lapping at me, drawing out every last ounce of sensation until I was limp against the couch.

When he finally pulled back, his chin glistening, he looked up at me with a wicked grin. “You taste like heaven,” he said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Zane didn’t give me time to recover. He pulled my shirt over my head, his lips trailing down my collarbone, my chest, until his mouth found my nipple. He sucked gently, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak, and I moaned, my hands sliding into his hair.

Hassan moved to kneel behind me, his hands spreading my thighs wider as he pressed his cock against me, teasing me with the thick head.

“Ready for me, doll?” he asked, his voice rough with need.

“Yes,” I breathed, my body already arching toward him.

Hassan pressed a finger into me. “God, you’re so wet.”

I could feel his cock pressing against me and I wanted him. I wanted all of them. I couldn’t fucking wait. I had been away from them for so long—I needed to have them. I needed them to make me feel alive.