Chapter 18 #2
“No, it’s okay, it helps to get it off my chest. When they programmed me, there was nothing.
Just numbness. I mean, I was like a machine, really, that’s all.
Until I saw you one day, and it was like I woke up for a moment, and remembered who I was.
I could even kind of… hold on to that, even through the cloud of numbness.
But I couldn’t show you. There was like—I don’t know, like the hardest shell around me.
I wanted to escape from it, but I didn’t know how.
That’s why I kept smoking, why I tried to get hold of drugs—to escape the prison I was in.
And then, when Traggar turned me, and I remembered who I was, and so when we met again…
Boom! It was like this explosion in my heart and I knew…
I knew, Tippy, that you were the one for me.
So, ha, cruel twist here, when I found out how anti-wolf you were,” he laughs ruefully, “there was no way I was going to say a fucking word. I mean, I hadn’t shifted, so I had the excuse that I was still human, even though Traggar told me otherwise.
No way was I going to mess up the small chance I had of you returning my feelings. ”
“But you pushed me away, you hated it when I hugged you, even.”
“I fucking loved when you hugged me. I just didn’t know what to do. And the fear of you rejecting me was too overwhelming. I couldn’t handle that.”
I drop my fork, go over and sit on his lap. The I take his face between my palms and gaze into his eyes. “You’re not going to lose me. Not ever, you hear me Jax?” I say it fiercely.
His green gaze holds mine. “Does that mean you’re my mate?”
Without hesitation I say, “I am your mate, Jax, I think I’ve known it from the start.”
He draws in a ragged breath. “Wow! You’ll even admit that to your folks?”
I take a deep breath. “Yes. Yes, I will. I’m sure Aunt Felicia at least will be happy. Like you noticed, she is not indifferent to a certain wolf herself.”
“I really liked your aunt when I met her,” Jax says thoughtfully. “I sense she knows a lot about life, and about people.”
“She is very wise. She’s taught me so much already.”
“She reminded me of you. How you will be when you’re a beautiful mature wixen.”
“Play your cards right and you might be around to see it.”
“Oh, I intend to be.”
My heart tightens, thinking of what might happen on the mission next week. How cruel it would be to lose what we have just found.
“You will be careful, won’t you, on this mission? You won’t do anything stupid?”
“Like vape, you mean? I haven’t had a craving since…” he smirks, “since you orgasmed that first time.”
“And since then, you’ve given me multiples.” I giggle.
He grins, blushing, chuffed and boyish. “Glad I got something right eventually.”
I cast my gaze up, as if having a brain wave. “Hmm, orgasm therapy,” I muse. “That could pay well.”
“Don’t you dare,” Jax growls. “Those are only for me.”
I tilt my head coquettishly. “I’ll agree, but the price is that you never touch a vape or a cigarette again as long as you live, Jax Summers.”
“Hmmm, tough ask.” He rubs his scruff. “Maybe we should test the efficacy of that proposal, what do you reckon?”
With a wicked smile, I hop up and go to where I’ve hidden his vapes. Bring them out and plonk them on the table.
“You have a choice, vaping or making me come.”
His eyes twinkle. “You’re going to have to work damn hard to ensure I make the right choice, Tippy Honeywell.”
Holding his gaze, I start to undress. I undo the buttons of my shirt one by one. Pull off my top and unhook my skirt, until I’m just in my bra and undies, my tail flicking against the back of my bare thighs. He watches me, mesmerized, his mouth slightly open, as though he’s panting softly.
Taking off my bra, I stroke my nipples, which harden at my touch. I run my hands down my belly until I reach my panties, and shimmy them off.
I’m barely naked when Jax reaches over the table and picks up the vape.
I pout. “Jax!” I reproach. With a grin, he stands up, drops it and grinds it under the heel of his boot.
Then slowly, stealthily, he advances toward me.
“I’m addicted to you.” His smile widens into a wicked wolfen grin.
And then his arms loop around me, tugging me close.
He kisses my nose, my eyelids. My ears. His lips touch my mouth but before I can kiss him deeply, he’s moved lower, spreading kisses down my neck.
I keen and stretch like a kitten into his touch.
His hands cup my breasts and there’s something so erotic in the fact that he remains fully clothed while I’m naked. My ears flip. My tail swishes. I feel the hard metal of his belt buckle against me, his fly straining with his erection.
He suckles one nipple, then the other.
He rubs his hands down the flat plane of my belly, shapes my hips with feather-light fingertips. Then his hand glides between my legs and I brace my feet and open for him.
When he touches my clit, my tail slides between my legs and guides him to exactly where I like it. He is so open to being taught by me, and he moves his fingers over my hungry bud, kissing me and crooning words of love while he strokes me.
I’m getting so close, but I need him inside me.
And this time, I want his knot inside me as I come.
My fingers find his zipper, and soon I’ve released his cock. It rests hot and heavy in my hand.
I push down his jeans, then back him onto a kitchen chair and straddle him.
“Knot me,” I beg.
He searches my face. “Are you sure you’re ready for this? Because if we knot, my wolf will come to the fore and it may not be gentle.”
“I’m ready. Can’t you tell?” I guide his hand to the dripping wet heat flowing between my legs. My heat is well underway, and this is the result, clearly. I’m beyond horny.
“Please… it’s our last night before… please, Jax?” I beg. “Feel how wet I am.”
He groans, and his fingers make the lewdest sounds as he prises me open further.
“You are absolutely sure, Tip? I can wait. I’ll wait for eternity if you need me to.”
“Yes. Yes. And YES.”
Jax growls harshly, and I sense his wolf rising.
Suddenly he’s picked me up and flipped me. I find myself splayed on my belly on the dining table. A huge palm presses me down, and our empty plates go flying.
He sniffs at my neck, then nips at the skin and I yelp. “Okay?” he grunts.
“Yes, yes. Please, more Jax.”
Holding me firmly in place, I feel the hot head of his cock at my entrance. He thrusts into me, halfway, and I cry out with the delicious sense of already being filled.
“More,” I beg.
He grunts again, a guttural sound that is not the least bit sweet, as his huge palm holds me in place.
His cock stretches me to a point that I hadn’t thought possible, but my body accommodates him, and soon we’re like one beast. My claws are fully extended, probably marking the table as I cling on for what I know will be the ride of my life.
His thrusts get fuller, deeper, the mating rhythm carrying us in its wake as our bodies thump together.
“Go deeper,” I keen.
With a growl he obliges, until I am sure his arrowed cock is touching my womb, and I open to every thrust. His hand grabs my tail and pulls it. Pain and pleasure mingle.
I feel the huge swelling at the base of his cock throbbing hot against my clit. And that huge hand holds me down as he thrusts deeper still.
And then, with one more cant of his hips, his knot is inside me, stretching me wider, filling me to the hilt.
We find our rhythm, my hips snapping up to meet his thrusts.
This is it, I realize amid the rising tide of pleasure.
We are rutting. This is how a wolf claims his mate. The way his mate acquiesces with full consent to his dominance.
It’s not sweet, it’s not nice.
It’s beautiful. Wild. Feral.
And it feels so damn right.
Jax’s grip on my buttocks intensifies—it feels like there are claws, not nails, digging into my flesh. His breathing is ragged and rasping as he speaks my name like an incantation, his breath hot against my neck, and then I feel the sharp point of his fangs grazing my skin.
Is Jax wolfen right now, or man? I can’t tell. And I don’t care.
I am lost to everything but the building pressure inside me, the need to come so intense that it’s almost painful as I squirm and whine and pant and beg, impaled on his cock, his knot.
Such. Sweet. Torture.
Jax growls harshly. “You want me to claim you, make you mine, baby? Is that what you want?”
“Yes, oh yes. Jax, I’m yours.”
“Then come for me.”
That’s all I need for my orgasm to crash through me. My internal muscles grip his knot. I feel it swell within me. And then my beautiful wolfman howls as he releases deep inside me.
As I scream with my own release, I feel sharp fangs puncturing my neck.
And I know that Jax has claimed me, once and for all, as his.