Chapter 30 Jabari #3
I did, because I always did. Nyx’s cheeks were flushed, eyes bright, mouth swollen, and she looked like power. She looked like something I would burn the world for, and that truth sat clean and steady in my chest.
Nyx rose, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “I want you inside me,” she said. “But I want it slow, and I want you to ask every time you change anything.”
My throat worked. “Yes, ma’am.”
I kissed her again, slower this time, and I guided her down to the mat. Kairo stayed behind her, keeping her supported. Elijah stayed close at her side, his touch steady at her thigh, grounding her. Malachi hovered above her, and when Nyx reached up, he took her hand and kissed her knuckles.
I pushed her leggings down and spread her thighs with careful hands. She was already wet, and the sight of it had my restraint fraying. I pressed two fingers to her clit, slow circles, and Nyx gasped into my mouth.
“Can I?” I asked.
“Yes,” she breathed.
I slid two fingers inside her slowly, watching her face, listening to her breath. She was tight and warm, and the way she clenched around me made my vision blur for a second.
“More,” she said.
“Can I add one?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I added a third finger, stretching her carefully, and Nyx’s back arched. Kairo’s hands tightened at her shoulders, steadying her. Elijah’s palm slid to her hip, keeping her grounded. Malachi’s gaze stayed locked on her face.
“Jabari,” Nyx whispered, her voice cracking on my name.
“Hey now, darlin’,” I murmured, leaning close so she could hear the steadiness in me even if everything else around us felt like it was spinning. My thumb brushed the back of her hand, slow and grounding. “I’m right here. Ain’t goin’ nowhere. You tell me what you need.”
Her throat worked, eyes shining as she held onto me like I was the only solid thing left in the room.
“I need you,” she said.
Something in my chest pulled tight at that.
“Well,” I said softly, my drawl thickening the way it always did when my guard dropped around her, “good thing you got me, darlin’. ’Cause I’m right here with you.”
I pulled my fingers out and stroked my dick once, thumb brushing the small ring at the underside of the head. Nyx’s gaze dipped to the metal for a beat, then returned to my face. I lined up at her entrance and paused, because she asked for choice, and I would give it to her even if it killed me.
“Can I push in?” I asked.
Nyx held my gaze, steady. “Yes.”
I slid inside her slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch of her around me felt like heaven and punishment at the same time. She moaned, long and low, and I had to brace my hands on either side of her body to keep from losing it.
“Stop,” Nyx whispered suddenly.
I froze immediately, heart hammering. “I’m stopped,” I said, voice tight. “Talk to me.”
She swallowed. “Not because it hurts,” she said, breath shaky. “Because I want to feel you there. I want to know you’ll wait.”
A sound tore out of my chest, half laugh and half groan. “Yes, ma’am,” I murmured. “I’ll wait as long as you want.”
She exhaled, then nodded. “Move.”
“May I?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I started slow, shallow thrusts, keeping my hips controlled. Nyx’s nails dug into my shoulders, and her mouth found mine. Kairo’s breath went rough behind her as he held her steady. Elijah’s hand slid down her thigh, and his thumb pressed into her skin.
“More,” Nyx said.
“Can I go deeper?” I asked.
“Yes,” she gasped.
I sank deeper, still slow, still controlled, and Nyx’s body clenched hard around me. My dick pulsed, and sweat broke out along my spine.
“Baby,” I breathed, voice wrecked. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind.”
Nyx smiled against my mouth. “Not lose it,” she whispered. “Share it.”
Something in me shattered, and it did not feel like weakness. It felt like a man finally putting down a weapon he did not need anymore.
Malachi’s hand slid into Nyx’s hair as he leaned down, his mouth at her ear. “You take what you want,” he murmured. “We’re here.”
Nyx moaned, and the sound made my thrusts falter. She tightened around me again, and my restraint snapped a little.
“I need—” I started, the words catching halfway out of my mouth.
Nyx’s gaze snapped to mine immediately, sharp and steady even through the heat between us.
“Ask,” she said.
The word wasn’t harsh. It was quiet, deliberate—like she was handing the moment back to me and making sure I understood the rules we were standing inside now.
I swallowed, my throat suddenly dry.
“Can I come inside you, darlin’?”
Her eyes darkened at the way I said it, the drawl heavier now, my restraint stretched thin but still holding.
“Yes.”
The permission landed heavy in my chest.
I moved deeper once, then again, the control I’d been holding onto tightening even as the rhythm between us grew stronger. Nyx gasped softly, her body responding in a way that sent a sharp pulse of heat up my spine.
“Come for me,” I rasped, the words slipping out rough before I caught myself.
I pulled back just enough to look at her properly, forcing the discipline back into my voice.
“Can you come for me, darlin’?”
“Yes,” she gasped.
Her body tightened suddenly, a tremor running through her as she cried out my name, fingers clutching at me while the moment washed over her.
I talked her through it holding on tight, whispering my words just for her, and when I finally came, it was hard and hot, spilling inside her with a groan that turned into a quiet laugh against her mouth.
I stayed inside her, unmoving, because she asked for chosen control and I would not take more than she offered.
Kairo kissed her shoulder, soft and reverent. Elijah pressed his forehead to her temple. Malachi kissed her throat, slow and possessive, and Nyx looked up at him.
When I finally pulled out, I did it gently. I cleaned her with a towel without making it feel clinical, and I kept my voice soft as I looked at her.
“You okay?” I asked.
Nyx nodded, eyes glassy and bright. “I feel…” She swallowed. “I feel like I’m finally not alone.”
“That’s because you ain’t,” I said, and the Southern in my voice came out warm. “You got us.”
We did not rush to make it bigger than it was. We let the moment settle into the room.
Nyx lay back against the mat with her breath still uneven, hair mussed, mouth swollen. Kairo kept his hands on her shoulders and Elijah stayed close enough that she could feel him without being crowded.
Malachi’s palm slid down her throat and paused over her pulse, possessive and calm. He watched her the way he watched everything he intended to keep, and when Nyx looked up at him, her gaze was steady.
“Not done,” she said.
My chest tightened, sharp and hot. I looked at her and felt the truth of it in every nerve, because she was not asking to be taken. She was choosing what she wanted, and she was choosing us.
“Yes, darlin’,” I said, voice rough. “Tell us.”
Nyx’s eyes moved over the room, over Kairo’s hands and Elijah’s focus and Malachi’s shadow. Her smile turned slow and wicked, and it made my restraint go taut again.
“I want the pack,” she said. “I want all of you, and I want you to listen.”
Kairo let out a low sound that was half laughter and half prayer. Elijah’s gaze went darker, and his jaw flexed. Malachi’s expression did not change, but the air around him did.
Nyx pushed up on her elbows and held my gaze first. “Jabari,” she said.
I straightened without thinking, because my body responded to her voice. “Yes, ma’am,” I answered.
“Up,” she ordered, then nodded at the belt still undone at my waist. “Stay ready. Do not touch unless I tell you to.”
My dick throbbed, and I forced a slow breath through my nose. “Yes, darlin’,” I said again, because obedience was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind.
Nyx’s gaze cut to Kairo next. “You’re going to hold me,” she said. “You’re going to keep me steady, and you’re going to tell me how pretty I look when I take what I want.”
Kairo’s grin came back, but it was hungry now. “Baby, I can do that,” he said, voice warm.
Then she turned to Elijah, and her tone softened without losing its edge. “And you,” she said. “You’re going to watch my face. You’re going to keep me here. No drifting.”
Elijah’s eyes flicked over her. “I’ve got you,” he said, low.
Finally, Nyx looked at Malachi, and the room went quiet. Malachi’s hand remained on her throat, thumb stroking once.
“I want you behind me,” Nyx said. “I want you close enough that I can feel you, and I want you to tell me I’m ours.”
Malachi’s mouth curved, barely there. “You are ours,” he said quietly.
Nyx’s eyes fluttered, and she exhaled. Then she stood, slow and unashamed, and the way all of us watched her.
“Bedroom,” she said.
We moved as a unit, not rushing, not frantic. Kairo scooped her up and she laughed into his neck, fingers tangling in his hair as if she had always had the right. Elijah walked close on her other side, palm hovering at her back.
Malachi opened the door with one hand, calm as a king. He looked at me as we stepped through, and his gaze said I could be as dangerous as I wanted as long as I stayed obedient to her.
Nyx caught my stare over Kairo’s shoulder and smiled. “On your knees when we get there,” she told me.
“Yes, darlin’,” I answered. My pulse hammered hard enough that I felt it in my teeth, and my body tightened with the knowledge that the next chapters of our life were going to be built with pleasure.
Kairo kicked the bedroom door shut with his heel, and the sound landed heavy and final. Nyx slid down his body and turned, back to all of us, head tilting as she looked over her shoulder.
“Fuck me.”