Chapter 10 - Jace
Tossing my headphones onto an empty space in the bookshelf, I stand tense and unreasonably agitated, aggravated by the intoxicating aroma of her heat.
My body has gone rigid, my cock is as hard as a rock, and I'm aching.
If one whiff of her scent puts me in this much pain as desire takes over every sensibility I have… I can’t imagine what she’s going through.
And why the hell didn’t she tell me about it?
How long has she been struggling with this alone? Surely not too long? I would have smelled it eventually. That’s why she’s been keeping her distance, because she knew it had started. That’s also why she was feeling horrible the other night.
Jux knew the moment she went into heat. He knew it instantly, and I ignored him.
I shake my head and lean against the wall, listening to Mira and Avery making plans to have dinner another night.
Thank fuck. I don’t think I would’ve been able to sit through a dinner with someone else in the house. Not knowing she’s in heat. Not after the scent of her has spilled into my veins.
Stay in control, Jace.
I wait, listening, waiting.
I hear her outside when I tune my senses towards her. She’s standing in silence. Breathing slow, long breaths. She’s stalling, probably also fighting for control.
Why fight it?
She is my Luna, and she is ready to breed.
The cottage door closes, and Mira walks into the living room. In two long strides, I’m following her. I grab her arm, not meaning to be so rough as I pull her toward me.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I snarl. “Why keep your heat cycle a secret and go through that pain? Why do that to yourself?”
Mira’s brows furrow, and she struggles to look at me. Her breathing is heavy. “I…I don’t have an answer, ok,” she blurts out, struggling again with the same painful need I saw in her earlier.
“A Luna should never hide something like this from her Alpha,” I growl angrily, riled up by her scent.
I release her and force myself to take a step back.
Mira finally lifts her eyes and looks at me, holding my gaze with worry glistening in those light golden pools.
“What are you going to do?” she whispers, clearly noticing that my body is rigid and responding to her scent. She watches me struggle and pace until I can’t take it anymore.
“I’m going to fuck you,” I growl, my voice low, sounding more dangerous than it should.
She bites her lower lip, sending a wave of pleasure through me.
“I can ease the pain you’re in, Mira. It’s the only way to stop it and give you some relief.
Besides, I need to claim you fully to finalize our marriage,” I say, desperate not to force myself on her.
She already knows everything I’m telling her.
I can see it in her eyes. The struggle, the desperation she feels, too.
But she also looks upset about it. She pulls her mouth tight and takes a deep breath, closing her eyes to consider her options.
How is she still reluctant?
“Ok,” she whispers, finally.
A moment of sheer relief rushes through me like a wave. Jux wasn’t going to wait much longer. I couldn’t wait much longer.
I take a step forward, wanting to explore every inch of her, to taste her and feel her. But she holds up her hand and pulls her mouth into a stern line.
“Can we make this as quick as possible? Just do whatever you need to do and get it over with. You can… You can tell me how you want me to stand or something, and then… if we can make it quick. This is strictly for…for relief and…”
Pressing my lips together, I do my best to hide my grin.
So business-like, so professional. It’s like she’s dictating the terms of a contract instead of speaking of deep, intense pleasure.
Being with me is going to be better than anything she’s ever experienced in the past. Not only am I her fated mate, but she’s also in heat.
Nothing trumps that.
I don’t even know what to expect being with my fated mate, but I am fully aware of the rumors. And I’m fully aware that Jux is about to tear me apart from the inside.
“Mira,” I sigh, stepping closer to her. She tenses as I reach for her. “Stop thinking so much,” I suggest, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her closer to me to kiss her, hoping that this will break the awkwardness and help her ease into it.
The moment our lips touch, a nuclear explosion goes off inside me. Every nerve ending in my body ignites, and Jux goes borderline feral.
I push my tongue into her mouth, unable to believe how good she tastes. Mira nips at my nip, and I growl ferociously, warning her not to push me in ways she isn’t ready to handle.
But it’s too late. Her eyes are glowing gold as Mika pushes her way to the front. Mira hasn’t shifted, but she isn’t alone. Her wolf is eager and right there with her.
In response, I release Jux and give him a portion of control.
Mira gasps at the sight of my wolf in my eyes, and suddenly becomes frantic. She grabs my shirt and hurriedly tugs it over my head, running her nails against my bare skin.
I shove her backward onto the sofa and leap onto her, grabbing her t-shirt. I rip the thin fabric from her breasts and groan in pain at the sight of her perfect, hard nipples pressing against the sheer lace of her bra.
Tugging her bra aside, I wrap my lips around her nipple, sucking at it until she moans and rocks her hips up against me. I push my hand down her body, kneading at her skin, her softness, wanting to rip her apart and taste every piece of her.
Her scent is literally making me insane.
I sit up, kneeling between her legs, and tug her jeans open. I lift her up and pull them from her body as she kicks at them to help wiggle free.
Cupping my hand over her panties, I can feel how soaked the fabric is between her legs.
“Fuck, Mira, you don’t understand how incredible you smell,” I snarl.
“Please, it hurts,” she gasps, pain rushing into her eyes at the slightest touch of my hand against her pussy. Eager to ease that pain, I pull her panties aside and push two fingers into her soaked pink little hole.
She shivers and cries out, but her need isn’t being fulfilled, no matter how deep I push my fingers into her.
My hand isn’t enough.
She left it too long and made her body and her wolf suffer for days while she tried to deny being in heat. Foreplay is a luxury for another time.
The sight of her pain is making my cock throb harder. I have to fuck her, and I have to do it now. She needs me inside her. I need to be inside her.
“Jace,” she gasps, scrunching her nose. “I can’t take it anymore. Please fuck me, please. It hurts so much,” she cries.
Still kneeling over her, I grab her waist and flip her over, pushing her face into the pillows. She gasps and cries out as I tear her panties from her body. Mira grips tightly onto the sofa fabric, still moving beneath me, trying to rub her pussy against my cock.
I envisioned my first time with my wife being more gentle and slow, but there is nothing I can do to stop the lust from pulsing through me as she writhes beneath me.
And there is only one way to save her from her own pain.
I grab her hips and pull them up so her back is arched with her pussy in the air. Her wide hips jiggle when I move her. Rippling beautifully. An erotic sight that makes the veins on my shaft throb.
Grabbing my cock in my hand, I position myself behind her and slam my hips forward. My cock plunges deep inside her, right down to the base. All the way into her perfect, slick, tight little pussy.
It’s a shockwave of pleasure as she screams and her pussy clenches around my cock. Every inch of me is drowning in her. It’s pure bliss. Nothing I have ever felt before or could ever have imagined.
She reaches behind herself and grabs my hand, digging her nails into me. “Wait,” she gasps.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, breathless and confused.
“I…I was just taken by surprise…give me a second,” she whispers. Her voice is no longer as pained as before, but she remains tense. Relief and shock mix together in her words as though this is new to her. I grab hold of Jux and push him aside, taking full control again.
I freeze, buried deep inside her as her body adjusts around my cock. Suddenly, I understand.
“A virgin?” I growl in shock.
“It doesn’t make any difference,” she snaps back at me, already relaxing and rocking her hips against me again. “Fuck me,” she pleads, desperate again.
I press my hand against her lower back and pull slowly out, then push into her again, gentler this time.
“I would never have been so rough, little wolf,” I growl softly. “Not if I had known it was your first time.”
Across her back, Mira’s skin flushes pink. Maybe she’s embarrassed, maybe it’s her desire, but she doesn’t answer me.
I fuck her slowly, brushing my hands over her back, along her waist, exploring the shape of her body as it teases me into higher levels of pleasure.
It’s fucking hard to hold back. It’s nearly impossible, in fact. And every inch of her is driving me wild as I think about the fact that I am the first man to take her. The only man who will ever take her.
Jux becomes impatient, pushing thoughts of claiming her into my mind. I keep envisioning sinking my teeth into the curve of her neck. To taste her blood. To make my mark on her skin. He snarls and growls, and his hackles raise.
I have never shifted, not even partially, during sex before. But I feel my canines lengthen. My cock grows large, and my body bulges as the muscles thicken in every part of me.
Mira gasps as she glances over her shoulder and sees me. Half me, half Jux.
At first, I expect her to scream and try to escape, but her eyes glow more fiercely, and her canines spike down, a little piece of Mika pushing through, pressing into her perfectly soft lips.
I grab her throat from behind and pull her back against my chest, snarling as my engorged cock slides deeper into her body.
She cries out, a yelp of shock and need as she pushes her ass harder into me.
I wrap one arm around her stomach and lock one hand around her throat as I fuck her again and again. Her breasts bounce, and she moans and gasps with each thrust. I can’t bear much more. Jux needs to claim her. I need to taste her.