Chapter 35
JAX
With Tippy seated by my side, stories of the momentous day are shared, of the battle, the heroism and the final defeat of evil. and those who were not there listen with their mouths gaping.
When I tell of my final show-down with Marsha, everyone clamors for the details. Even though I’m the High Priest now, and maybe should be above such things, I find myself relishing telling them how Marsha Winters met her end.
The only thing I keep to myself are my wolf’s words. Those are for my mate’s ears only. But I do tell them about the cape’s final act of heroism, and Marsha’s fall into the abyss.
“She shrank before your eyes, like literally?” Tippy says.
“Yep.”
“And then the ground opened up and swallowed her?” Clem gasps. “Like, how?”
“The cape threw itself down on the ground and there is was. A huge gaping hole into hell.” I laugh. “For a moment I thought the cape was throwing a tantrum, but clearly it knew exactly what it was doing.”
“I told you to trust it,” Mom says.
I grin. “Marsha didn’t stand a chance, it just swept her straight into it.”
“She had a choice.” Mom sighs. “Ariel gave her the option to spend eternity with Ronald DeVine in a gated golf community.”
Felicia shudders. “I would have refused too. The prospect of playing golf for eternity is my idea of hell.”
Everyone laughs.
“So Marsha is gone, never to return?” Clem asks.
“Never,” Mom says emphatically. “We have Ariel’s promise on that.”
“So what happens from here on?” Brody asks. “To us, and the Labyrinth and the Domes?”
“We dismantle things gradually,” Mom explains. “Showing humans the truth of the Labyrinth must be done slowly, or the whole population will go into overwhelm.”
Clem grimaces. “Having had an attack of Labyrinth overwhelm once, I can confirm it’s not pleasant.”
“Exactly Clem. we don’t want twenty thousand Sparkle residents getting overwhelmed all at once,” Mom agrees. “But when they have full comprehension of the truth, we will commence our Earth breathing courses,”
“Will that be difficult for them?” Tippy says, her pretty brows pleating. My sweet mate is already worried for the welfare of the human population.
“Not as bad as we initially thought. The problem isn’t actually the air itself. It’s the fact that humans have forgotten how to breathe it,” Bradley explains now.
“You’re kidding? So they never needed the solutions their bio tech industries were chasing?” I stare at Bradley in shock and he shakes his head with a rueful smile.
“Earth air is no longer toxic to humans, and hasn’t been for at least a century. But their immune systems still misread it as poisonous, sending them into anaphylactic shock. Retraining requires special exercises and gradual exposure. And probably some of Tippy’s health elixirs.”
“Happy to help.” Tippy beams.
“So Sammy and I will have to go through that program?” Clem asks.
Bradley nods. “Yes, you will. But your younglings, when they are born, will take their first breath of air with no problems at all.”
“And us monsters. When can we return to Earth?” Otis asks.
“Very soon. Winters has gone. Now we welcome the era of Summers,” Bradley says, smirking at his pun, and I find myself wondering if our two surnames were a coincidence, or if they were also part of the web of magic. I glance at Mom and she inclines her head, answering my question without words.
“But between winter and summer there has to be spring,” Traggar says.
“The Spring Moon festival will be the first to be held on Earth in four hundred years.” He looks over at me and Tippy pointedly.
“It is a time for courting… a chance to fully recognize your mate bonds with one another. And to officially take on your role as High Priest of the Dawnwrought Coven, Jax.”
“I will be proud to pass the baton to my son,” Mom says solemnly.
“The first werewolf to ever take on the role,” Traggar adds. There’s a resounding cheer and I feel a lump in my throat.
“Thanks, guys,” I says gruffly, unused to being the center of attention, let alone admiration.
Luckily, before I can make an idiot of myself by blubbing like a baby, Sally pushes back her chair “Well after all that good news, let me serve the food before you all die of hunger.”
Tippy jumps up to help. I love the ease with which she hands out big bowls of steaming, fragrant food and fills our glasses with mead. I love her sweet smile as she encourages us all to partake and the intimate way her hand lingers on my shoulder as she leans over me.
And then it strikes me: Tippy is not serving us. She is giving of her wixen magic, feeding our bodies, replenishing our souls with her loving nature.
That is the gift she has always given. That is why everyone loves her. It’s her kind heart as much as her beauty, that draws monsters to her.
Gods, how I long for the evening to be over. I want to be alone with my beloved mate in the velvet darkness, to whisper words of love into her soft, pointed ears as I claim her.
Finally, my wish is granted.
“Jax, and our warriors all,” Mom says, raising her glass as we finish eating.
“You have done divine work today. You have freed monsters and humans alike to reclaim their rightful place on Earth. The Dawnwrought Coven and our angel Ariel thank you. And now we must rest and recharge our energy for the tasks ahead.”
We say our farewells and go our separate ways, some to bed down in the sheriff’s big old house, while Traggar drives me and Tippy back to Wolftown.
In the dark interior, I hold Tippy’s hand. I feel her little claws needling like a kitten at my palm. I should be exhausted, but my body is alight, my cock hard as rock. I gaze down at my mate hungrily, and her eyes shine back at me, full of promises for the night ahead.
TIPPY
As the evening has worn on, it’s been more and more difficult to take part in the proceedings.
Maybe I should be ashamed of the fact that I can’t pull my thoughts away from being fucked by the guy I love… but, well, I’m not ashamed.
I am exhilarated.
We are a modern-day Agdar and Leonora.
And our mate bond is part of the magic that has led to freedom for all monsters.
That is surely something to celebrate.
Back in Wofltown, we wave goodbye to Traggar and walk sedately into our den. As the door closes behind us, I find myself with my back against the rock wall, Jax’s body pressed into mine. Our mouths crash together.
Clearly, he isn’t going to need an aphrodisiac potion!
Lips and tongues and moans and sighs mingle. Jax’s hands cups my ass, and I climb his body and wind my legs around him. My tail joins in, wrapping tight, pulling his butt cheeks closer, so his hard cock is jammed against my hungry pussy.
I seesaw my hips to get more purchase.
“I could scent your arousal all the way here,” he mutters against my mouth. “It was driving me crazy.” And then he’s ripped my top clean off and my breasts jiggle into his hands. He bends his head, laving each nipple in turn, and I practically come as sensations ride roughshod to my hungry clit.
He carries me inside, throws me on the couch, and looms over me, his grin greedy and lascivious.
He lifts my skirt and rips off my soaked panties, sniffs them with a sigh of delight. I see the glint of fangs and know his wolf is very close to the surface. He slings one of my legs over each shoulder and buries his head in my desperate wet pussy.
His tongue circles my clit, lapping and sucking, and the heat builds and coils in me, fueled by his refusal to let me come yesterday.
Goddess, only yesterday?!!
“I-Jax, oh yes, oh, oh, I need to come…”
“Not yet, baby,” he growls. “I want you begging...”
He blows gently on my pulsating bud, then draws back.
He returns to my breasts, kneading them, sucking them, while his fingers lightly tease around my seam. There, but not quite. A finger brushes my clit, then moves away, leaving me clawing at the air and gasping.
Damn you, Jax Summers. I reach up and bite his neck, hard enough to leave marks and make him flinch.
And then I whip him around with my tail like a lasso, so he’s beneath me now, his chest heaving, his green eyes wide with delighted surprise.
I rip off his shirt, loving the play of muscle and sinew that lie beneath it.
I stroke my tail everywhere, then twirl my tongue around his nipples and watch them peak.
His gaze darkens and he lets out a little snarl.
Definitely a snarl. I laugh then purse my lips, just out of reach, and he gnashes his teeth.
We rub noses and then I move down and undo his pants. His cock springs free.
It’s red and swollen, and I greedily take it in my mouth, trace the vein with my tongue then squeeze the tip and watch the silver of his pre-cum fountain out as he groans.
I let my tail move down to stroke his heavy balls, then squeeze his knot.
He groans as more pre-cum spurts out of the slit of his cock.
I raise my head, licking my lips. “Do you admit defeat?”
Jax groans. “No, fuck, you can’t do this. Shit, I’m gonna come…”
“Nope. No, you can’t. You wouldn’t let me.”
“You evil little wixen.”
“That’s me.” I stroke the tip of his cock with my tail over and over, then lick the pre-cum off the tip as he watches, mesmerized.
His cock flexes desperately. He’s panting now, his eyes vivid with need.
“No. Can. Do. Gotta have you.”
He grabs me and slams me down on the furs. One hand curls into my sodden pussy, his fingers sliding over the swollen nub of my clit, while he works himself with the other, thighs taut, pinning me beneath him.
Maybe he’ll come all over me. Spill his seed on my belly. I don’t care. I’m so close.
We’re both teetering on the edge. Jax is biting his lip, holding on for me.
My eyelids flutter, my eyes fall back in my head as I hover close to orgasm.
“NOW JAX, NOW,” I beg.
He takes his cock and moves it to my entrance, and now he thrusts. Hard. Braced above me, eyes alight with lust.
I scream in ecstasy and my body arcs up to meet him.
I raise my head to see his knot being encased by the soft red fur of my sex.
Filling me, pumping into me. I’m so close it’s almost painful, but now he’s filling me even more, stretching me, giving me everything I need. Everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Deeper,” I beg. “Harder.”
His eyes narrow, green emeralds glowing in his taut face. His lips quiver, then his face contorts. “I gotta come—are you ready? I can’t hold out,” he pants, and I feel him swelling, deep inside me.
My orgasm builds like a storm within me.
I can’t even scream, my breath is carried away by the rising tide of pleasure.
“Come for me,” Jax orders, his hips canting wildly as he climbs his peak.
All I can do is obey, shattering into a thousand pieces as he howls out my name.