“Tell me about the traps,” he presses.
“I... no.”
“No, or you don’t know?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Can’t we talk about this later?” I slip one hand down to my clit. I don’t know what Jax’s problem is, but there’s more than one way to get off. I rub the sensitive nub, feeling waves of pleasure build within my core.
“Dammit, Riyah.” Jax brushes my hand aside. I take advantage of his distraction to start milking his cock. My pussy clamps down on him when he thrusts upward.
Clearly, he wants to fuck me, or his cock wouldn’t be stiff with need inside me. His words say one thing, but his body says another. Right now, I’m going with what feels damned good.
“Fuck. Stop. Fuck.” Jax twists his hips to pull out, but he’s unable to fully commit to the task. I lower my torso so that my tits bob in his face. Holding his cock deep inside me, I ride him.
His mouth sucks one breast, then the other. His tongue roughs over my nipples, pushing me higher toward my climax.
Finally surrendering to the task of fucking me thoroughly, Jax hauls me down and captures a hard, greedy nipple between his lips while pumping his hips into me. My confusion and frustration with his behavior only pitch my need higher.
This is going to be the mother of all orgasms, and I don’t want to miss a second of it.
Pleasure coils, tightens, and holds me captive. I am sosoclose. And so is he. He roars, driving me right off the couch, but he keeps our bodies fused.
We roll and turn in time for him to take the brunt of our fall.
“Motherfucker!” I climax, feeling the world spin away from me as my own need consumes me. It’s as if every nerve in my body died and was reborn at the same time. It is fantastic. And humbling. I can’t catch my breath.
I’m shaking and sweaty. The latter feat is a near miracle, as I’ve been some degree of cold ever since I arrived in Sleepy Briar.
“What the hell was that?” I gasp, falling over him. I’d had an intense orgasm—where I almost blacked out—before becoming a vampire, but this is something new.
Sweat glistens on Jax’s chiseled chest. I want to weep at his beauty but punch him in the face for being such a prick. Brody already beat me to the latter.
“Asshole.” I jab a finger into his pecs as I roll off him. It isn’t my best-planned move, as my legs are like jelly. Instead of storming off with my head held high to get cleaned up, I sprawl across the floor next to him like a collapsed marshmallow.
Still, I’m not willing to be deterred. “What is your fucking problem?”
Jax rubs a hand over his eyes, a move I recognize as a stalling technique. “When you’re mated, it’s, um, impossible to lie to your mate while you’re...” He trails off, not quite meeting my eyes.
Seriously, now he’s going to get tongue-tied on me? “That’s what I get for blowing you?” Mother of gods. Now that the feeling is coming back in my legs, I’m pissed. I still don’t trust myself enough to stand, but he doesn’t need to know that. “You think I’m behind the traps? That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. But then again, I shouldn’t be surprised what you shit-headed shifters come up with.”
“I asked. You said no.”
“With your cock buried inside me! Fucking is not a lie-detector test.” I stand up. I wobble a bit, but I’m on my feet and ready to storm off when his sticky release trickles down my leg.
A small smile starts at the corners of his mouth. Of course, he smells himself on me. The big lummox is pleased he’s marked me. Again.
I feel tears prick the corners of my eyes. Vampires don’t cry. That vulgar emotional display is the domain of human children and trolls who can’t hold their liquor.
Pulling a throw from the couch, I wrap it around me. Not only am I now feeling cold, but I also don’t care to be ogled. I’m furious and more than a little hurt. When Jax saved me and marked me as his, I was proud. I fell in love with him before then, of course. I thought he’d returned the sentiment, even though we’d not spoken of love. If making someone your mate isn’t an expression of love, then I clearly misunderstood this shifter.
I push my wayward curls back from my face and stand taller. Jax, meanwhile, reclines on the couch, naked and seemingly unperturbed. How have I so seriously misjudged him? I knew him to be a hothead but never guessed he was cruel.
I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. “I want you to leave.”
“This is my cabin. You’re my mate.”
“So what?” I call over my shoulder as I head to my bedroom, trailing my blanket like a train. I begin throwing clothes on. “You’re an asshole!” I shout as I layer up.
Jax appears in the doorway. “Where are you going?” Seeing me dressed for the elements, he pales. “You can’t go out there. It’s not safe.”