Chapter 44
Chapter Forty-Four
Shawn
Unplugging
I feel tension and even anger radiating from Jax as he drives us home. There’s not a lot I can say to make him feel better, because…
Well, there’s just not.
He knows I’m right.
Would I love to help fuck the new pup to exhaustion for initiation?
Duh, but that’s not the situation the world’s throwing at us right now.
“I mean it about that Burt guy,” Jax says. “I’m damned sure not gonna tolerate a challenge about how we do stuff from an omega who’s only been here a few years. Voting might work in their houses, but we’re a pack and dealing with deadly shit.”
“I know,” I say. “I thought you acted restrained. I wanted to punch him in the mouth for challenging you.”
He snorts and reaches for my hand, squeezing. “Thanks, baby.”
“He’s lucky Mike wasn’t here because he would have absolutely decked him, and then probably booted him from the pack.
This is dangerous stuff we’re dealing with, Jax.
The pack needs to see you strong and in control.
Coddling some little jackass’s feelings because he thinks he should be able to dictate anything to you, of all people, runs contrary to that show of strength. You let him off easy.”
“Pops once told me I was getting soft,” he says. “I thought he was joking. Do you think he meant it?”
“No, I don’t think he meant it the way you think.
We don’t—and can’t—do all the things the way Mike and Pavin did when they started the pack a hundred years ago.
And I don’t think we should, either. We’ve revised things as times have changed.
But we can’t turn into some granola-crunching, love-in hippie commune, either.
The world is dangerous. People are dangerous.
I’m willing to bet I get a bunch of calls and texts tomorrow from people telling me they agree with what you did. ”
“You think?”
“Yeah.” I squeeze his hand. “He really got your hackles up, didn’t he?”
“Fuck yeah,” he grumbles. “When’s the last time that little whiner showed up to help with community projects, anyway? I can’t remember seeing him doing anything like that over the past few years. Not even helping with the holiday food drives.”
“Good question.” I release his hand and make myself a note on my phone to check that tomorrow.
We don’t require packmates to volunteer, but nearly everyone who is able-bodied pitches in when and how they’re able.
Some show up for heavy-duty work, whether it’s helping a neighbor with a building project or assisting with storm clean-up.
Some help augment our volunteer fire department, as EMTs, SAR, and even go out with the state Forestry teams to help fight wildfires.
And some help out with things like food and toy drives, and fundraising for charities. Especially around the holidays. A few of our packmates are members of service groups in Brooksville, like Rotary, and I’m proud of how our people always pitch in to help.
The point is, someone like Burt, who never pays his good fortune forward, has no fucking business opening his snout and showing his ass.
When we get home, I make another note to take my car to Brooksville tomorrow to get it detailed since Todd drove it earlier. There’s little chance of Mal’s scent bleeding through, but I’d rather not take that chance, no matter how remote.
Plus, it’s overdue for a good cleaning anyway. I’d rather sit there with my laptop and work while paying them to detail it, if I’m being honest.
When we reach the bedroom, I strip and head for the bathroom when Jax’s hand clamps down, hard, on the nape of my neck, and hauls me back.
He drags me close, his lips by my ear while his thick bulge presses against my ass through his denim jeans.
“Daddy’s got a little rage to blow off,” he growls and…
Yeah. I fucking melt.
What can I say? I’m a slut for my mate.
I mean, I’m a slut regardless, but especially for Jax.
He shoves me toward the bed and I nearly trip over my own feet trying to scramble up onto it because suddenly all the blood in my body appears to have drained straight into my cock.
I hear the zipper of his fly go down and the sound of his jeans hitting the floor before I can even make it halfway across the bed on all fours.
“Stay right there,” he growls, the bed dipping behind me.
He climbs up and I drop my head and shoulders to the mattress, spreading my legs as I arch my back to give him access. It’s pretty much an ingrained response on my end after all these years, because my body knows only good things are about to happen.
“Goooood,” he says, roughly nudging my knees farther apart with his. “Don’t you dare shift or touch your cock, but if you can come, you have permission.”
I barely have two brain cells to rub together to process what he’s saying. As he spreads my ass cheeks I know I’m already slick for him and he shoves in just for me to process he’s shifted.
Moaning, I arch my back even more, fisting the covers as he starts pounding me.
I feel his hot breath against the back of my neck, nails scratching me as he digs in, and stars start exploding behind my eyelids even though I haven’t started coming yet.
“That’s right,” he silently tells me through our mate bond. “I haven’t knotted you in a while. Sorry, baby. But I need to fuck this out of my system, and I know you’re okay with that, aren’t you?”
“Oh, fuck yes!” I moan. It’s not fair we can’t knot unshifted, because there’s an exquisite pleasure beyond the norm when he possesses me like this and claims what’s his.
That being me.
I feel sorry for the shifter races who don’t knot because it’s damned addictive.
“Then again, you’ll get a lot of this in the near future.
” He chuckles, which comes out as a rumble.
“You’ll get my knot every time I can get it up, baby.
I’ll have to borrow Todd’s milker and frame and tie you down in the living room and spend several days doing nothing but fucking you.
Shove a large vibrating butt plug up there to hold my cum in while I recharge to do it again. ”
A shiver washes through me and I moan, flexing my ass against his dick. He hasn’t even started swelling yet and already every stroke’s hitting me perfectly in the sweet spot.
“Once you catch,” he continues, “when there’s no risk of it being from someone else, I’ll love watching you get rutted by Todd or whoever else you want to have a turn, letting you have fun being my slutty little fucktoy—”
“Oh, fuuuuck!” I wasn’t expecting my first climax to happen so fast. He chuckles again while my dick shoots all over the bed—I’ll have to change the sheets, dammit—and I’m still hard.
“And I haven’t even knotted…you…yet.” He takes several hard strokes and I feel it starting, his knot swelling, heat from his cum painting my insides and him panting against the back of my neck while a low growl erupts from him.
Now he picks up the pace, pistoning his hips in shorter, harder thrusts because with the knot swelling he can’t pull out.
But every stroke presses right against my prostate, and I nearly forget his admonition about not shifting.
I’m coming nonstop now, my legs trembling and barely holding me up, trying to thrust against him to shove his knot inside me as deep as it’ll go.
“That’s it,” he says. “You know you want my cock. You want me to put a pup inside you? Get ready to spend a lot of time knotted, my sweet, slutty omega.”
I shudder, wordlessly moaning as wave after wave of pleasure washes through me. He’s fully swollen and we’ll be here a while, but he’s still fucking me, growling as he spills inside me, his knot pulsing and milking me almost as effectively as Todd’s ingeniously evil machine.
Hey, that’s not a complaint, either.
I don’t know how long we’re there, my body completely in control with my mind banished to some waiting room deeply hidden in my skull. Yeah, I am a slut for my hubby. But you would be too if his knot was hotly pulsing inside you and driving wave after wave of pleasure through you.
I love the way Todd ruts me, don’t get me wrong. He’s hung and knows how to use it.
But he doesn’t have a knot.
And he’s not my mate.
At some point I’m flat on the bed on my stomach, Jax’s weight pinning me there, but he’s nibbling his way along the back of my shoulder and I have no clue when he shifted back.
He snickers. “Wow. Just when I thought I knew all the ways to short-circuit your brain, I find another one.”
We’re both sweaty and there’s a gigantic puddle of cum under me—yay, waterproof mattress covers—and I manage to turn my head to the side so I can force one eye open and look up at him.
He’s wearing a sexy and pleased smile and leans in to kiss me again. “There he is.”
I can’t talk—my brain is still out to lunch and my body’s one massive blob of jelly that doesn’t want to move. “Sheets,” I mumble.
He laughs. “How about I change the sheets, baby? Kinda my fault I ambushed you.” He rolls me onto my back and stretches his body along mine, kissing me again. “How about I tuck you into the hot tub, do that, and then join you?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
He nuzzles his nose against mine. “Love you, baby.”
I peel my eyes open, both of them this time. “Love you, too. “