The three-way kiss was a chaotic, beautiful mess of shared breath and tangled tongues, a physical manifestation of their new, unified dynamic. But Jax, ever the King, was still in control of the rhythm below.
He could feel his orgasm building, a hot, tight coil in his gut, and he knew Hydra was right there with him. Her movements on his cock were becoming more frantic, more desperate, her powerful hips grinding down with an almost frantic need.
He broke the kiss, his lips pulling away from theirs with a wet smack, leaving them both breathless and panting. He looked up at the Dragoness, at the woman who had once been so proud, so reserved, so terrified of her own desires. The change was staggering.
"Look at you," he grunted, his voice a low, rough growl of approval as he thrust up into her, hard and deep, making her cry out.
