27. Chapter 27 #2
“I want to give you everything, Jackson. I want you to be the only man who touches my body, tastes me,” I add, bringing my wet fingers to his mouth.
He sucks them eagerly, letting out a noise that can only be described as a whimper.
“The only man who will ever fuck me again.
I want to swallow you down when you come in my throat.
I want your cum leaking down my legs after you've screwed me so good. I want you to bend me over and take my ass.”
He throws his head back with a strangled sound. “I could come from your voice alone. You have no idea how unbelievably sexy you are.”
I smile as I straddle his legs and wrap my arms around his neck. “Do you have any idea how much I want you? How much I want to experience everything with you?”
“Fuck yes, I do,” he growls. He flips me onto my back before moving back and shucking his pants and boxers.
His dick springs free, hard and thick, waiting for me to give it some attention.
I’m still languidly circling my clit, but I’m not trying to come yet.
I want him to give me all of my orgasms. I withdraw my hand from my pussy and roll to all fours.
His sharp intake of breath lets me know he likes the visual and further encourages me. I might be on my hands and knees right now, but I’ve never felt more powerful. I know exactly what I want, and I love that it’s here for the taking.
But Jack surprises me by dropping to his knees and lapping at my pussy from behind. I let out a yelp of excitement as he plunges his tongue inside of me repeatedly. And when he replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves his tongue to my clit, I explode, screaming his name.
He continues to press his fingers lazily in and out of my pussy as I come down from the high of my release. But then his fingers are gone, and he nudges at my entrance with his cock.
“My dirty little wolf, who knew you could be such a perfect little slut for me?” he asks, as he rocks his cock in and out of me. “You're going to let me fuck you here?” he asks as he circles the tight ring of muscle at my ass with his fingers that are still wet from being inside my pussy .
I can barely recognize the moan that escapes my lips as I realize what he means. The part of me that used to feel ashamed of my sexual desires is nowhere to be found. Replaced with something bold. Curious. Freeing.
“You want to fuck my ass, Jackson?”
He groans, hips stuttering. “Only if you want me to.”
Ugh, those words. He continues to thrust in and out of my pussy almost torturously slowly.
But as his tempo increases, I feel a slight pressure against my ass.
“Yes… please,” I moan as my next orgasm crashes into me without warning at even the suggestion of him being inside me like that.
And I know I meant it when I said everything.
But my confidence wavers as the last waves of my orgasm ease. “I’ve never…”
“Relax, babe. I know you’re not ready for my cock there yet,” he whispers as he pushes harder, breaching my tight hole with his finger. The intrusion is strange at first, dirty and unfamiliar. And so hot . He pulls out before adding a second finger.
“Fuck, I can’t wait until my cock rams into your tight ass,” he groans as he pumps his dick into my pussy, fingers working in my ass, and my whole body pulses with pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I chant.
“You’re mine. No one else will ever get to fuck you,” he demands as his pace becomes punishingly fast.
“Yes, I’m yours,” I whimper. “I’m only yours.”
The slap of his hips against mine becomes a raw, visceral percussion, accompanying the moans and cries that escape our lips as our bodies give each other pleasure. I push back into him, meeting his every thrust. Needing him deeper in my body, feeling him in my soul.
I glance sideways at the mirror and see us: Jackson’s toned and tanned body contrasts against my soft curves and pale skin as he pounds relentlessly against me.
His wild eyes, my tangled hair, and flushed cheeks.
It’s messy. It’s perfect. Watching our bodies connect; it's beautiful.
Jack notices me watching and smiles devilishly.
“You like watching me fuck you, baby? You like being my perfect little slut? So fucking perfect for me,” he grunts, changing the meaning of that word completely. Making me feel like being a slut for him is a badge of honor.
“Only for you,” I moan. “No one else.”
“Oh fuck,” Jackson bellows as his movements become jerky and he fills me up with his cum.
He reaches around to rub my clit while still working his fingers in my ass, pushing me into another explosive orgasm that leaves me breathless.
I collapse forward, totally spent and at ease.
Jack pulls me into him and kisses me softly.
“I love you, Emily,” he whispers into my ear, and my heart feels like it could burst with happiness. Rolling over to face him, I take his face in my hands. I kiss him softly but can’t stop the smile that stretches across my face.
“I love you too. I can’t believe how right this feels.”
He drops a kiss on my forehead, then my lips.
“Give me a second?” He heads into the ensuite to wash his hands and comes back with a warm washcloth. I wonder will I always feel such warmth in my chest when he looks after me.
“I need to check in on what’s happening.”
“Oh okay. I’ll be fine. Will you be back tonight?” I can’t help the lump that builds in my throat. I don’t want him to go, not because I’m not okay, but because we just said we loved each other, and I want him with me all the time. He has a duty to the pack, but this stings a little.
“Babe,” he groans and tears prick my eyes. I’m being too needy and turning him off me. “I mean by mindlink. I’m not leaving you after what you’ve gone through.”
Oh. My tears fall freely now. “But your Alpha…” I choke back a sob, struggling to understand that this is the man I’m with.
Someone who is willing to put me first and prioritize my needs.
The difference is so vast that I know if I had met Jackson first, there would have been no way I would have tolerated Aidan’s abuse.
“He’ll understand,” he says, cupping my cheek. “You need me right now, and the last thing I want to do is leave you on your own.”
I press my cheek to his chest, letting his heartbeat anchor me. This is what healing feels like. Not the absence of fear, but the presence of safety.