Jax, his arms still loosely around Serika, raised an eyebrow as he heard that question.
He pulled back slightly, his golden eyes narrowing as he turned to face Hydra, who was now leaning casually against one of the bedposts, a knowing, challenging smirk playing on her full, green lips.
Her green eyes glinted with mischief as she met his gaze without an ounce of shame. She had asked the question as a gauntlet thrown down, a test of his new role as the master of two very different, very powerful women.
Jax felt Serika stiffen in his arms. The Foxkin, who had just found the courage to accept a place in his life, was now immediately thrust into a new, more terrifying arena.
He could feel the faint tremor that ran through her slender frame, a stark contrast to Hydra's unshakeable poise. He knew he had to tread carefully. A wrong answer could ruin the confidence he just spent building up for her.
