Undying Thirst (Crimson Coven #2)

38. Catalina

THIRTY-EIGHT

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When we broke into the clearing, it was much different than when we’d left it. It was a full-on orgy.

I gasped and Jax squeezed my knee. The fairy-lights wound around the trees had been switched to red, lending to the sexual-filled ambiance. People fucked up-right, on tables, on the grass.

Was that—yes, it was. Calliope had Freya splayed on a table, her legs spread open as she feasted on her sex.

Were my vampires . . . I scanned, bouncing from one fucking couple to the other, fearing so much it was embarrassing. Asher and Ren remained in the clearing, sitting on a pale couch with their legs splayed, but completely dressed. A group of three fucked on the ground in front of them, but their gazes were fastened on Jax’s approach. Relief lowered my shoulders from around my ears.

Jax’s grip on my thighs loosened and he tugged me toward his front. His face was fixed into a grim, almost angry expression. All the prior concern utterly gone. He climbed onto the platform all us humans had been lined up on. Plush white blankets adorned the floor.

In a flurry of motion, Jax had me on all fours, facing the floor. I clenched the blankets and they wrinkled under my grip.

Nerves tightened my throat until it made it hard to breathe. I could feel eyes on me.

His teeth sank into my shoulder. A yelp crawled free, more from shock than anything else. Jax dragged blood from me. The tug reached to my clit and flared lust to life. I gasped.

He licked the bites to close them as he removed his lips. His shaft, hard and twitching, rested against the crevice of my ass.

A couple watched my face with their arms linked. My chest became tight. I wanted to run?—

He bit me again and his arm pressed to my side as he reached under me and delved into my dress. His fingers pressed against my clit, erasing the eyes from my mind. He rolled the bud of nerves between two fingers gently.

A blaze of lust traveled through my pussy, and I quivered with need. My hips wiggled up against his cock in offering.

Since Jax was already nude, he only needed to bare my pussy. He guided his cock to my entrance. The tip prodded at my needy core, slipping inside with ease.

My sex pulsed, seeming to draw him in.

He plunged deep inside until his thighs slapped against mine. I jolted forward with a gasp, but he took hold of my shoulder, keeping me from moving too much. He thrust again and again.

Pounding into me so hard it verged on anger. The rhythmic slap of his flesh hitting mine only served to inflame my need. I couldn’t stop my whimpers and moans. I craved moving against him, taking him harder, but he kept me still.

The orgasm smacked into me. My channel fluttered around him, trying to grip him and never let go.

I whimpered, my head falling forward, but Jax didn’t stop pounding into me. My orgasm tapered off, leaving behind sensitivity.

Jax’s chest pressed into my back and his sweet breath fluttered the hair framing my face. He grazed his nose against my neck. At this angle, he reached deeper into my pussy, and his shaft rubbed against my clit. I cried out, grinding back.

He hissed out a breath. Fucking me with dizzying speed. Nonsensical words spilled from my mouth. My thighs shook with strain, but I couldn’t stop arching back into him.

My second orgasm sucked my breath away. Leaving behind electricity. I squeezed my eyes shut and bit my lip. My pussy squeezed him so tight he grunted. His cock spasmed inside me and juts of cum warmed my channel. Jax smoothed his palm along my back.

My arms grew weak, and I lowered to my forearms, panting.

“She’s a noisy one.” The random comment reached me, bringing me back to reality. To all the eyes on us.

Jax’s palm constricted at my hip, squeezing me. Comforting me.

“Jax—”

“Silence,” he snapped.

His thumb rubbed my arm. Gentle and a contradiction to his words.

As he’d always treated me with his words. Aggressive was Jax’s default, but his touch was always careful. And I realized just how much considering the ease in which he’d punched a hole in the girl’s chest.

Him being my cat . . . the gradual change in his behavior with me.

Binx was around from the beginning. Following me, cuddling me, comforting me. And that entire time it had been Jax.

JAX

Her cunt was mine. I thrust my cock deep into her pussy once more. She squeezed me again, wringing the last of my cum. My balls drew up tight. She drained the fuck out of me. I exhaled through my gritted teeth. I had to force a careful mask over my face. Uncaring, angry—as I’d always been.

Catalina slumped forward, her face nearing the ground until her spine arched beautifully. I ran my palm up her back, grazing, touching, claiming. She groaned and her pussy fluttered around my cock, prodding him to revive.

I was obsessed with this woman.

A low groan caught my attention to a male vampire palming his cock.

He was one of Alistair’s Progeny. I cataloged his face. Alistair was bound to want something, and I would exchange it for the life of this male.

It wasn’t hard to look pissed off.

All those fucking eyes. They watched me fuck her and lose myself in her. They craved what was not theirs. I clasped her to me, my cock slipping out of her pussy and she gasped as my cum leaked out of her.

I turned her in my arms and her palms pressed into my chest as she leaned into me trustingly. It felt like something constricted in my chest. I scowled and stared down at her upturned face.

I made sure not to let a drop of her blood fall. None other than my Coven would taste this woman. She belonged to us and only us. Until she no longer existed.

As lust faded, awareness spilled through her eyes and her brown eyes flicked nervously.

I nestled her face into the crook of my neck. Her panting tapered off in increments. The sick bastard from the Foxbrooke Coven approached.

He would request his turn.

No.

A snarl rumbled in my chest. Asher intercepted the male, but it wouldn’t be long before he was on his way toward me.

I pulled her away from my chest, my fingers flexing on her fragile arms. She stared at me trustingly. Words of comfort hovered on my lips.

I could not stand watching her suffer at others’ hands. And I could not offer her my blood or hold her the way I’d please. Too many observed us with eagle eyes.

I pressed my thumb into her throat. It would not dissuade him, but it would give me a reason to take her away from here. Her eyebrows furrowed and she gripped my wrists, her tugging turned more desperate with each attempt she made at freedom.

“No, Jax,” she whispered, fear and betrayal soaking her tone. Her eyes filled with tears. She believed I was about to kill her. Truly believed it.

I gritted my teeth, sneering.

Her doe eyes became frightened as they began to close.

She thrashed in my arms. Clawing at my arms, gouging me. My Kitten became still—safe. In time for Charles to get away from Asher’s chatter.

I tossed her over my shoulder. Her limp body flopping. As inconspicuously as I could, I tugged her stupid dress down to cover her pert ass. An ass that should have only been seen by us. I gritted my teeth.

I kept my gaze focused in front of me. If I saw any expressions gazing with lust, I would lose it and begin slaughtering, starting a feud between us and the Covens of all the vampires present.

Bad fucking idea with the enemies circling Crimson Coven.