All Chapters of Marked By The Four: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jaxon POVHer whole body betrayed her - legs pressing together, heat rolling off her skin, scent thickening until it was all any of us could breathe. She might have spoken defiance, but her body was already answering Maddox with a resounding yes.And when her lashes fluttered, her head tipping back instead of away - fuck, that was it. That was the crack in her armor.I felt my wolf surge forward, snarling with triumph. "Finally. Ours."Maddox’s jaw tightened, every muscle straining to hold his control, but I didn’t bother with restraint. I was done watching. Done waiting. I crossed the space in two strides and pressed against her other side, caging her between us, my chest to her shoulder.“Wrong move, baby,” I breathed against her ear, letting my lips brush her skin. She shivered so hard it rattled me to my core. “You just told us everything we needed to know.”Her gasp was pure need, threaded with denial, but her scent didn’t lie. Heat poured off her in waves, thick and irresistible

Evelynn POVI was still shaking. My body had betrayed me, given in to them so completely I could barely breathe. My wolf purred smug and satisfied, while my own mind screamed in panic. Too much. Too soon.But then Calder kissed me again, slow and deep, his hand firm against my cheek like he could anchor me there forever. And gods help me, I leaned into it.Maddox’s chuckle rumbled low in my ear as his hand tugged at the clasp of my bra. “Let’s see all of you, baby.” The straps slipped down my arms, the lace falling away. Cool air hit my bare skin, but then warm mouths were there - his lips closing around my nipple, sucking greedily, while Jaxon’s tongue teased the other.A broken cry tore from my throat. My knees buckled, and Rafe’s hands caught me, steady and unyielding. His mouth brushed my temple, his breath dark and hot. “Ours,” he whispered. Just one word, but it made my whole body throb.They wanted more. I felt it in their hands, their heat, their hard cocks pressed against me.

Maddox POVHer scent hit me harder than the fight ever had. Sweet heat, tangled with the sharp tang of adrenaline. My wolf prowled just beneath my skin, pressing against the cage of my ribs. "Ours. Take her. Bite her."She was sprawled across the bed, flushed from the fight against us, flushed from her own need. Every line of her body screamed surrender and defiance all at once. Gods, it was enough to make me half feral.I climbed over her slowly, deliberately, caging her in with my arms so she couldn’t escape. Her eyes widened, and that tiny flicker of fear mixed with desire nearly undid me. I bent close, my lips brushing her ear, my voice low, guttural.“You smell like you’re begging for me, sweetheart. Do you even know what you’re doing to us?”Her breath hitched, a shiver racing down her spine. She tried to push at my chest, but her palms just lingered there, trembling. She wanted me. Her body knew it. Her wolf damn well knew it.I caught her wrists, pinning them above her head wi

Evelynn POV My body was gone - wrecked, ruined, undone by Maddox and then Calder. Every nerve burned, every inch of me pulsed, and yet… gods, I wanted more. I’d told myself I’d run, I’d fight, I’d claw for freedom. But now? With their scent clinging to my skin, with their touch still ghosting over me, my wolf was right.There was no running.Not when my body throbbed with need. Not when I craved their hands, their mouths, their cocks. Not when every cell screamed mine.I lay there, chest heaving, sweat slicking my skin, and the strangest thing happened - I smiled. A slow, reckless smile. Because I had stopped pretending.I liked this.I liked the way they devoured me, like I was the sweetest sin. I liked the way Calder’s teeth had bruised my shoulder, claiming me without marking. I liked how Maddox’s laugh still rang in my ears when I had screamed his name.And gods, I wanted to hear the others do the same.My wolf purred, smug, in the back of my mind. "Finally", she teased, her vo

Rafe’s POVThe engine noise was the only sound I liked at this hour. That deep, bone-vibrating growl was steady, honest, unlike the mess boiling in my head.We rode in silence, four bikes cutting through the empty highway, dawn painting the sky in streaks of ash and blood. My hands gripped the bars harder than necessary. The wind couldn’t rip Evelynn’s face from my mind. The way she’d looked last night -wrecked, yes, but more than that. Like she’d stopped fighting, let herself belong to us, even if just for one night.I should’ve stayed. Should’ve been there when she opened her eyes. But the Alpha called, and when he called, you didn’t ignore him.The clubhouse loomed at the edge of town, an old mill turned fortress. Our banners hung from the rafters - black leather, white wolf sigil, the name of our pack inked across it like a warning: Ironfangs.Inside, the air was thick with smoke and stale beer. Brothers lounged around tables, cards slapped down, money exchanged, laughter too lou