He takes a hand and helps me straddle him on the couch. “You look like you’ve been fighting. Oh, right. You have.” Just the feel of his skin against mine sends little sparks through my body.
His fingers trace the outline my bra left behind sending excitement to rush over the path of his touch. My nipples harden in anticipation of what he might do next. I lean back slightly, allowing him more access. “What were you fighting about?”
He takes their heavy weight in hand and tightens his strong grip around the delicate flesh. I gasp and moan.
“You.”
He releases his hold when I lean forward and place my palms on his chest. I stare down into his battered but beautiful face. “Was he upset about Maddy’s condition?”
He doesn’t keep his hands to himself for long. I close my eyes as he goes back to massaging my breasts. My eyes threaten to close from how damn good it feels. With just a look and a caress from him and my pussy clenches with need. Every damn time.
Jax widens my legs with his knees. Spread wide over top of him, he drops one hand to spread my folds so he can stroke my clit.
What were we talking about, again?Oh yeah. Brody.
He is hard again between my thighs. A little sway this way and that and his cock would easily slip in. I whimper in anticipation.
“Not about Maddy’s condition,” he reiterates and I rush to try and keep up with the drifting conversation. “Is there anything you want to tell me, though?”
What?
Jax flexes his hips and the head of his cock presses against my entrance. Not fully entering me, but stretching the opening just enough to have me whimpering and begging for more.
“Fuck me,” I whisper. Mother of gods, his cock feels so good. I try to take more of him, but his hands on my hips prevent me from taking what I want.
“Patience, my mate.”
My mate.I love hearing him call me “mate.” I never thought I’d find someone like him. I never thought I’d mean something beyond my professional capabilities to anyone. I know I shouldn’t. This is against what is expected of me. But I want to belong to this shifter. He has my heart. He can do whatever he wants with my body.
Jax drives into me inch by agonizing inch. My muscles relax and my velvety channel accepts his thickness. I want him to fill me fully. Enough of this blissful torture. It feels amazing and yet…
My fangs elongate and press against my bottom lip. My head falls back and I cry out in pleasure as he thrusts in the last few inches.
And then he pulls out until he’s only halfway inside.
“Jax, please. Fuck me.” My voice is tight with need.
He continues until he is fully buried within me. It is exactly what I want. And it isn’t enough.
I swivel my hips just slightly, moving his cock inside me.
“No.” Jax clamps down on my hips with his hands, stopping any motion.
The need to move against him is overwhelming, almost painful. I know the pleasure that awaits, but Jax denies me.
“Jax, I’ll do whatever you want.” My vampire self-respect is gone. In its place is a desperate need for this man. “Just tell me what you want.”
Jax studies me with hooded eyes. He looks feral, more than a bit brutal, and oh so very hot. If anything, his alpha behavior just turns me on more.
He thrusts up once, hard and fast, taking me by surprise. “Do you know anything about the traps?”
I reel from the sensation, and my pussy clamors for more. I finally manage an, “Again!”
Jax stares at me but does nothing. Taking my breasts in my hands, I tease my sensitive nipples, watching him watch me.
“Do you want to get fucked?” Jax asks coolly. His eyes are on my tits. Whatever game he is playing here is straining his control too.
I nod, closing my eyes and letting my head drop back. Thank the Goddess. I’m about ready to explode from frustration.