Chapter 16 - Jace
My face is buried between her legs. My tongue lapping up her sweet nectar as though it is something I need to survive. Because right now I do.
I want to drink every last drop of her and savor all of it.
I push her thighs further apart, and she moans beautifully.
Inside her pussy I flick my tongue, pushing it deeper, playing over the walls of her soft skin.
My cock is so hard it might tear through my jeans.
I want to fuck her so badly I’m struggling to think straight.
But this isn’t about me. This is about easing her pain now, to give us enough time to make it home, where I can take her.
But the more I taste her, the more I want. Even as I kneel between her legs, I’m aching, my cock throbbing, my mind already giving in to the fact that I will never be able to wait.
Mira is soaked. She is ready for me, and who am I to deny her what she so desperately needs?
Jux pushes me, provokes me, testing my breaking restraint.
“Jace,” Mira whispers my name, shuddering in delight. Her voice is shaking with relief as she pushes my face harder against her perfect little pussy.
I growl with desire, reaching down to tug my jeans open.
I can’t.
I can’t wait any longer.
My cock springs free as I pull the zip down. Thick veins pulse over the surface.
I sit up, looking down at her on the sofa. Her eyes are glowing and wide. Beautiful. So fucking beautiful.
Reaching forward, I grab her hips and pull her off the sofa onto my lap, where I’m kneeling on the floor. Her legs spread around my hips.
She squeals in fright, but when she feels my monstrous cock pressing between her legs, she falls silent, her mouth open, her lips parted.
Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull those perfect lips against my mouth and kiss her. I lift her at the same time, and when I lower her back down, I sit her right onto my cock. I slide her soaked, tight pussy onto me like she was my cock sleeve, made just for me.
A ravenous growl rumbles from me as she slides onto me, her pussy convulsing with pleasure and relief.
I pull her right down, so that I’m buried inside her.
For a moment, neither of us moves. The sensations are overwhelming. Our lips are still pressed together, but we’re frozen, breathing heavily.
I can’t bear the thought of pulling out of her even an inch, so instead of lifting her again, I start rocking her back and forth on my lap. My cock moves inside her, back and forth, back and forth, massaging her pussy.
The intensity of being with her is shocking. I can’t believe how good it feels. How perfect it feels.
The first time we were together absolutely blew my mind, and I thought it was because of her heat and being with my mate for the first time. But now it’s happening again. Even more so. The first time was rushed. Urgent. This time, I’m forcing myself to go slow, no matter how difficult it is.
And in doing so, I’m prolonging and heightening the pleasure.
Mira reaches her hands up and wraps her arms around my neck. She holds tightly, digging her nails into my skin as little gasps and moans still come from her lips. Fuck, she sounds incredible.
She has her head tilted back, and her long, dark caramel hair spills down her back.
She is so utterly divine to look at. Every part of her turns me on, every breath she takes gives me pleasure as our bodies sync.
“I can feel you,” she whispers, not opening her eyes. “I can feel…everything you feel,” she gasp.
Her pussy tightens, and I groan again, unable to speak for a moment. Can she also read my thoughts?
Look at me, Mira.
She does so immediately. Our eyes lock, and her pupils dilate.
I can feel her, too. Her heart racing, the desire pulsing through her. And I can feel her orgasm building. It makes my cock even harder.
“Oh,” she gasps, her eyes shooting wide.
“Don’t you dare look away,” I snarl.
She bites her lower lip, fighting against it.
“Let go, Mira. Feel everything,” I purr as my cock begins to thicken and knot inside her. She whimpers, holding tighter onto me. She holds her breath without realizing it, and I grab a handful of her hair and pull her close, growling against her ear. “Breathe, little one, breathe for me.”
Mira gasps as I thrust deeper, and my cock stretches her wide open.
Our bodies, our minds, our thoughts intertwine as we both edge closer to release.
She is the first to let go. In my arms, she goes rigid, then convulses and screams. My cock hardens even more, and as I explode into her, I feel her pussy undulate with wave after wave of her orgasm.
The world doesn’t exist anymore. Only her and me. Only the shared sensations. Only this. This never-ending, deep connection. An endless stream of stars and galaxies that lead us to each other, to this moment.
Mira gasps, taking in a lungful of air as her body finally relaxes.
She stares at me in disbelief, and I can’t take my eyes off her for a long moment.
When she giggles and glances over my shoulder, it pulls me from my trance.
“That was…risky,” she grins.
“That was… fucking incredible,” I chuckle.
“I think we should go home. I’ll come back tomorrow and finish up this work. I’m almost done, but it can wait.”
“I agree. Let’s grab our food and get out of here.”
At home, instead of showering and getting ready for bed and drifting apart as we go about our routines, I don’t let go of her and rather lead her to our bedroom.
She usually sleeps curled up on the far side of the overside bed. But I don’t plan on letting her do that tonight. I want to be close to her. I want to hold her.
“We’re having a cozy dinner in bed,” I explain, “I’ll warm this up, you get comfortable.” I leave, fetching a tray from the kitchen.
When I get back, she’s slipped into sweatpants and a cute, oversized T-shirt with Mickey Mouse on the front.
It makes me smile.
She climbs beneath the blankets, in the center of the bed, not the edge. This makes me smile even more.
After I’ve changed too, I slip in next to her and pull the tray of food close.
“Burgers and ribs. The perfect combo for a midnight snack,” she says, picking up a French fry and dipping it in the sauce.
“It’s a bit past midnight already,” I muse. “You worked late.”
“Well, like I said, I managed to fix a lot of it, so tomorrow should be a breeze. Thank you for staying. It was… it was nice,” she blushes.
“Mira,” I say her name quietly. My heart races. I’ve wanted to say this for so long, but haven’t found the right time.
“Mm?” she says, biting into her burger.
“In the past I was… I was a terrible person to you. I was terrible in general.”
My jaw clenches, and my skin heats with anxiety. This is harder than I expected it to be. She sets her burger down and gives me her full attention.
I start again, “My own childhood was a bit of a unique situation. I didn’t have the kind of guidance most kids have. No one taught me how to be patient. My father wanted an Alpha, not a son. And from the moment I opened my eyes, that is what he pushed me to be. Hard, brutal, powerful…” I sigh.
Mira’s expression is soft, patient, and gentle.
“I said horrible things to you. I was ignorant and cruel. I don’t know if I understood the impact my words had back then, but it’s no excuse. I knew I wasn’t being a good person. I guess I was also taking out my own frustration that I felt toward my father. I was taking it out on other people and…”
My voice goes tight. I’ve never spoken about this so openly. I’ve never been so brutally honest with myself about the cruelty I inflicted.
She touches my hand, her fingers running softly over my skin. “Jace, it’s ok, I’m here, I’m listening. Let it out.”
I swallow hard and smile tightly.
“I lost my mother before I was old enough to know her. My father never spoke about her. I think he was in so much pain losing his mate that he didn’t know how to deal with his own emotions, and whatever I was going through, not having a mother.
I was hurting, but he taught me not to speak about hurt.
So instead of speaking, I took it out on others. ”
She nods, her eyes still flooded with warmth.
“What changed, Jace? Because you’re different now. I can see it.”
“Black Ops didn’t only make me physically strong,” I explain.
“I learned about the value of being understanding and of being aware of what other people need. They teach you about what it means to create a strong, united pack. I learned that the old ways, where the Alpha leads by creating fear in his pack, will never work if I want us to do well. My father’s ways, how he raised me, would never make me a good leader.
I know he did his best. I know he did what he thought was right, but I have to do better. ”
Mira smiles, “You’re already doing incredible things in this pack, Jace,” she says.
“Do you think so?” I ask, my brows furrowed. “I’m pushing against the norms, pissing people off.”
“I don’t think you’re annoying as many people as you think you are. In fact, maybe only the elders. The rest of the pack is excited. The Omegas are flourishing!”
He chuckles softly. “They are doing great.”
“You’ve got this, Jace. Don’t stop doing what you’re doing.”
She picks up her food again and takes a bite, her eyes sparkling at me.
I grab my burger and take a bite too. How the hell does this girl make me so happy? How is it that for the first time in years, or maybe in my entire life, I can talk to someone without filters?
After we’ve cleared the tray of empty plates away, I pull her into my arms, and she curls up against me. She still smells incredible. But it’s different now. Her scent makes me want to hold her close and keep her safe. I want to protect her and make her smile.
I fall asleep with Mira against me and my heart feeling more full than it ever has.