Claimed

Nova stopped pretending she was still looking for a way out.

Days had blurred together inside the clubhouse. Someone was always nearby. Kane with his quiet orders and steady stare. Jax with his rough hands and the way he watched her like he was waiting for her to test him again. Reed with his easier mouth and the sharp interest underneath it. Her old life felt farther away every morning she woke up in their space, wearing their clothes, eating their food, sleeping in a bed that smelled like all three of them.

She was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling on one of Kane’s shirts when the door opened. Kane walked in first. Jax and Reed followed. The door shut. The lock turned with a soft, final click.

Nova looked up at them. “What now?”

Kane stopped in front of her. “Now you stop acting like this is still temporary.”

“I never said it was permanent.”

“You didn’t have to.” Jax leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “You stopped fighting as hard. You sleep in our bed. You come when we touch you. That says enough.”

Reed’s mouth curved slightly. “She’s still got that mouth though.”

“I’m aware,” Kane said. His eyes stayed on Nova. “You’re ours. You live here. You sleep here. You take us when we want you. That’s the arrangement. No more testing doors in the middle of the night. No more pretending you’re one argument away from leaving.”

Nova held his gaze. Her pulse had already started climbing. “And if I say no?”

“You won’t,” Kane replied. “Because you don’t want to.”

The truth of it sat heavy in the room. She could have argued. She could have forced one last fight just to prove she still could. Instead she let out a slow breath and looked at all three of them.

“You’re all the same,” she said. “Possessive. Controlling. Impossible.”

Kane reached out and brushed his thumb across her jaw. “And you’re still here.”

He kissed her.

It was slower than the earlier nights, deeper and more deliberate. One hand slid into her hair while the other gripped her waist and pulled her up against him. Jax moved in on her left and pulled the shirt over her head, leaving her bare. Reed stepped in on her right and kissed the side of her neck, teeth grazing her skin. In seconds she was naked between the three of them again, the air cool against her skin.

Kane guided her back onto the bed. Jax and Reed stripped without rushing. Kane did the same. The sight of all three of them hard and focused on her made heat settle low in her stomach.

Kane moved between her thighs first. He stroked two fingers through her folds, slow and thorough, spreading her open. The wet sound of it was unmistakable.

“Already ready for us,” he murmured.

He pushed two fingers inside her and curled them, working her with steady pressure while Jax closed his mouth over her breast and sucked firmly. Reed kissed her, deep and unhurried, swallowing the soft sounds she made. Kane kept the pace controlled, building her higher, rubbing firm circles over her clit with his thumb until her hips were moving against his hand.

“Come,” he ordered.

The orgasm rolled through her hard. Nova cried out against Reed’s mouth as her body clenched around Kane’s fingers. He worked her through it, then pulled his hand away and replaced it with his cock, pushing inside her in one deep, continuous thrust.

The stretch forced a broken sound from her throat. Kane groaned as he sank all the way in, gripping her hips.

“Fuck. You take me so well.”

He started moving with deep, controlled strokes. Each one filled her completely. Jax shifted up and guided his cock to her mouth. Nova opened for him, and he slid past her lips with a low curse. Reed stroked himself while he watched, one hand still moving over her body, pinching and stroking her breasts.

Kane fucked her with steady intensity while she took Jax deeper. The rhythm pushed her forward onto Jax with every thrust. After a while Kane pulled out and Reed took his place, pushing into her with a rougher rhythm. Kane moved to her mouth. Jax’s hands stayed on her breasts, keeping the sensation sharp. The second climax built under the overwhelming attention and crashed through her while Reed was buried deep inside her, pulling a muffled moan from her throat.

They didn’t stop.

Kane turned her onto her hands and knees. Jax moved in front of her and pushed back into her mouth. Reed settled behind her and thrust into her in one smooth stroke. The sensation of being filled from both ends pulled another broken sound from her. They found a rhythm together, Reed driving into her while Jax used her mouth, the wet sounds of it filling the room. Nova’s arms trembled as she tried to hold herself up through the dual assault.

Kane watched for a while, stroking himself, then took Reed’s place. He gripped her hips hard and fucked her with deep, possessive strokes while Reed took her mouth. Jax kept his hands on her body the whole time, stroking her breasts and reaching under to rub her clit. The third orgasm hit her harder than the others. Her arms nearly gave out as she came, moaning around Reed’s cock while Kane thrust her through it.

Kane pulled out before he finished and turned her onto her back again. He pushed back inside her and leaned down close, eyes locked on hers.

“Say it,” he said quietly.

Nova’s breathing was uneven. “Say what?”

“Who you belong to.”

She looked up at him, then at Jax and Reed. The last of her resistance felt thin and useless under the weight of what they had already done to her and what she had already let them do.

“You,” she said. “All three of you.”

Kane’s eyes darkened with satisfaction. He started thrusting deeper and harder, while Jax and Reed stayed close on either side of her. One of Kane’s hands slid between them and rubbed firm circles over her clit. The dual sensation pushed her toward another climax fast.

“Come for us,” Kane ordered.

The fourth orgasm tore through her with almost no warning. She cried out as her body pulsed hard around him, her back arching off the bed. Kane followed her over with a low, rough sound, burying himself deep as he emptied into her in thick pulses. Jax stroked himself and finished across her breasts with a curse. Reed came a moment later over her stomach and thighs, marking her skin.

For a long time afterward, none of them moved much.

Kane stayed inside her, forehead resting against hers, breathing steadily. Jax stretched out on one side of her. Reed on the other. Nova lay between the three of them, body aching and marked, pulse slowly settling, the evidence of all three of them still warm on her skin and inside her.

Kane brushed hair away from her face.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said quietly. “This is home now.”

Nova closed her eyes.

She didn’t argue.

For the first time since they had found her on that dark road, she didn’t want to.

Reed’s hand settled on her waist. Jax’s fingers traced idle patterns over her bare thigh. Kane stayed close, solid and certain.

Whatever her life had been before the breakdown on that empty road, it was gone.

She belonged to them now.

And the worst part — the part she could no longer deny — was that part of her had already stopped fighting it.

**End of Story Five: Thier Property**