The silence that followed their shared orgasms was deafening, a sacred stillness broken only by the soft, rhythmic breathing of his two conquered lovers.
Jax lay between them, a king in his afterglow, his body completely soaked in sweat and cum.
However, a deep, primal part of him, the core of his demonic nature, was not sated. It was merely paused, catching its breath before the next hunt.
His cock, still semi-hard and glistening with the mingled fluids of his union with Natasha, gave a definitive twitch. It was a clear, undeniable signal. The night was far from over.
He gazed at the women flanking him. Natasha, a vision of elegant decadence, her limbs sprawled gracefully, a faint, blissful smile on her lips, his seed still leaking from her well-used pussy.
