55. Jax
Chapter 55
Jax
T he moment I step into the house, I know I’m fucked.
The scent hits me like a freight train, wrapping around me and invading every sense. Heat pheromones. Sweet and sharp and intoxicating. It’s Finn’s, but layered with Hailey’s, the two of them mingling in a way that makes my head spin. My body reacts instantly—my cock hardening, my frame aching with the need to claim, to take.
“Fuck,” I hiss, gripping the doorframe as I force myself to breathe. Control. I have to keep control.
But it’s hard. The scent is everywhere, sinking into the walls, the floors, the fucking air . It’s primal, overwhelming, and all I want to do—all I need to do—is find them. My omegas. They’re mine. They’re mine, and they’re calling to me without even trying.
I can hear them upstairs. The creak of the bed, the low groans and cries, the wet slap of skin against skin. My mouth waters, my hands clenching into fists at my sides as I fight the urge to rip my clothes off and take the stairs two at a time.
I have to force myself to count to ten before I move, my boots heavy against the floor as I make my way upstairs. Each step feels harder than the last, the sound of them, the scent of them, the need for them growing stronger with every breath.
By the time I reach the bedroom door, I’m shaking. My hand grips the doorknob, my chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as I try to steady myself. But when I push the door open, all the control I’ve been clinging to shatters.
The sight in front of me is pure fucking carnage.
Stone is buried in Finn, his knot locked tight, his hands gripping Finn’s hips as if he’s the only thing keeping him grounded. Finn is sprawled over Hailey, his cock still buried inside her, his body trembling as soft, broken sounds spill from his lips.
And the scent—gods—the scent is unbearable now, thick and heady, wrapping around me like a noose. My mouth waters, my knees nearly buckling as the primal need to join them floods through me.
Stone glances up, his eyes hazy with lust, and I can see the tension in his body, the way he’s barely holding on. He doesn’t say a word, doesn’t need to. None of us do.
But it’s Finn who breaks me.
His gray eyes meet mine, wide and glassy, and he lets out a soft, desperate whimper. His hand stretches out toward me, trembling, as if he’s reaching for salvation.
“Jax,” he whispers.
And that’s it. That’s all it takes.
My omegas need me. Both of them. I can see it in the way Finn’s body shudders, the way Hailey’s fingers grip his arms, her lips parted as she gasps for air. They’re mine, and they’re calling to me, and fuck if I’m going to make them wait.
But first, I need to get my shit together.
I pull my phone from my pocket, my hands shaking as I dial Ren’s number. It rings once. Twice. Three times. Then it goes to voicemail.
“Ren, pick up,” I growl, pacing the length of the hallway as I try to ignore the sounds coming from the bedroom. “I know you’re there. I know you can feel this. Call me back.”
I hang up, my jaw tightening as I clench the phone in my hand. He’s ignoring me. He has to be. Ren’s always been the most stubborn of us. But this isn’t just about him. This is about all of us.
The bond is broken, the pack is fractured, but we’re still here. Still tethered to each other, whether he likes it or not. And I’m going to pull us back together, no matter what it takes.
I grip the doorframe, my knuckles white as I take a deep breath and step inside.
Stone’s knot releases with a soft, wet sound, and Finn lets out a low, shuddering moan as Stone pulls out of him. The gush of spend that follows fills the air with an even stronger scent, and I feel my cock twitch in response, my entire body tightening with need.
Stone shifts to the side, his chest heaving as he collapses onto the bed, his golden eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before he looks away. I can see the guilt etched into his face, the tension in his jaw as he runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair.
Finn pulls out of Hailey with a soft groan, rolling onto his back as he collapses beside her. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat. His eyes flutter open, and when he looks at me, there’s no anger there. Just need.
“Jax,” he whispers again, his voice soft and broken.
I’m on the bed in an instant, my hands framing his face as I kiss him deeply. His lips are soft and warm against mine, his breath hitching as he arches into me, his body trembling beneath my touch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I murmur against his mouth, my voice low and rough. “Both of you. My perfect omegas.”
Finn lets out a soft sound, his hands gripping my arms as I trail kisses down his neck, across his collarbone. I can feel the heat radiating off him, the way his body responds to every touch, every kiss, as if it’s been starved for this .
I move lower, my lips following the curve of his chest, my tongue flicking over his nipple. He gasps, his back arching off the bed, and I can feel Hailey shift beside him, her fingers brushing against my arm as she watches us.
“Jax,” Finn breathes, his voice trembling. “Please…”
“Shh,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to his stomach. “Don’t worry about anything right now, baby. I’m here. I’ll make it better.”
I move lower, my hands sliding down his sides as I settle between his legs. His cock is still hard, flushed and leaking, and I wrap my fingers around him, stroking him slowly as I take him into my mouth.
Just the taste of him and my eyes roll over with the groan that vibrates in my throat.
“Fuck,” he gasps, his hands tangling in my hair as his hips jerk against me.
I hum around him, my tongue swirling over the head of his cock as I take him deeper, my free hand sliding down to cup his balls. His thighs tremble beneath me, his breath stuttering as I work him with my mouth, my tongue, my hands.
Every sound he makes, every shudder of his body, every broken whimper that spills from his lips—it’s all mine.
And I’ll give him everything.
Because he’s mine.
They both are.
Finn’s moans are soft, desperate little sounds as I work him, his fingers tangling in my hair and tugging just enough to send sparks of pleasure dancing along my skin. He’s so fucking responsive, every pull of my lips, every swirl of my tongue making his body tremble beneath me.
But even as I’m focused on Finn, I can’t ignore Hailey.
I can fucking taste her on him.
Her scent is everywhere—sweet and sharp, laced with the undeniable tang of heat—and I can hear the way her breath hitches, the soft, needy noises she makes as she shifts beside us. She’s watching us, her brown eyes blown wide with arousal, and it’s clear she’s not done. Not even close.
And neither is Stone.
I glance up briefly, catching the way he moves toward her, his eyes locked on her like some predator. He’s always been like this—soft and steady, but with a hunger that burns just beneath the surface.
He touches her like she might break, his large hands sliding over her thighs, spreading her open as he settles between her legs. Her breath hitches, her head tipping back as her hips shift instinctively, seeking more.
“Stone…” she whispers, eyes wide.
His name is a plea, and he answers it the only way he knows how.
I watch as he leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh before trailing his lips higher, closer. His hands grip her hips, holding her steady as he buries his face between her legs, his tongue dragging up her slit in one long, deliberate stroke.
The sound she makes—a soft, high-pitched gasp—sends a jolt of heat straight to my cock.
“Fuck,” I murmur over Finn’s cock, my lips brushing against his flushed skin as I pull off him briefly. My hand wraps around his length, stroking him slowly as I glance down at him. His gray eyes are heavy-lidded, his cheeks flushed, and his lips are parted as he gasps for breath.
“You’re beautiful like this,” I tell him, though I’m not sure he can understand the words with my voice so low and rough. “So fucking beautiful, Finn.”
He whimpers, his hips jerking into my hand, and I lean down again, taking him back into my mouth. I hum around him, my tongue swirling over the head of his cock as my hand moves lower, gripping his cheeks and pushing him up to me.
The bed shifts beneath us, and I glance up again, my gaze flicking to Stone and Hailey .
He’s got her writhing now, his tongue working her clit in slow circles that make her thighs tremble. Her hands are in his hair, her nails scraping against his scalp as her hips rock against his mouth, chasing the pleasure he’s giving her.
“Stone…oh, gods,” she whimpers, voice breaking. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
And he doesn’t. He never fucking does.
I can see the tension in his shoulders, the way his fingers dig into her hips as if he’s trying to hold himself back. But it’s not enough. He’s hungry for her, desperate to give her everything, and I can feel the heat rolling off him, mixing with hers and Finn’s and mine until it’s impossible to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
Finn moans beneath me, his body arching off the bed as I take him deeper, and I feel his cock twitch against my tongue. He’s close—so fucking close—and I want to see him fall apart.
I grip his thighs, holding him steady as I hollow my cheeks and suck harder, my tongue dragging along the underside of his length in a way that has him crying out, his hands tightening in my hair.
“Jax,” he gasps, his voice breaking. “I’m gonna…I can’t?—”
“Let go,” I murmur against him. “Come for me, Finn.”
It’s all he needs.
His hips jerk, his thighs trembling as he spills into my mouth, his release hot and salty on my tongue. I swallow every drop, groaning softly as I work him through it, my hands stroking his sides, grounding him even as his body trembles beneath me.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his head falling back against the pillows as his chest heaves.
I let him slip from my mouth before I press a kiss to his hip, my fingers brushing over his thighs as I glance back at Stone and Hailey.
She’s coming apart beneath him, her body arching off the bed as his tongue moves faster, more insistent. Her cries fill the room, soft and breathless, and I can see the way her thighs clamp around his head as she falls over the edge, her entire body trembling as her orgasm rips through her.
Stone doesn’t stop. He holds her through it, his hands sliding up her sides, his lips pressing soft kisses to her inner thighs as her body relaxes beneath him.
For a moment, the room is quiet, the only sound the soft, uneven rhythm of our breathing.
Finn is still sprawled on his back, his chest rising and falling, his gray eyes half-lidded as he gazes up at me. His cheeks are flushed, his lips swollen, and his body is completely relaxed—spent, but not sated. Not yet.
And I know he feels it too. The pull. The need.
It’s the same hunger that’s been clawing at me ever since I realized he was going into heat. The same heat that burns low in my gut, demanding I take what’s mine.
“Finn,” I murmur.
His gaze flicks to mine, and I see it—the soft whimper on his lips, the subtle shift of his legs as his body moves instinctively, inviting me closer. He doesn’t say a word, but he doesn’t need to.
He wants this.
He wants me .
I crawl over him, my hands braced on either side of his head as I hover above him. His breath hitches, eyes darkening as his hands slide up my arms, his fingers gripping my biceps.
“You’re mine,” I rasp, my voice trembling with the weight of it. “Do you understand that, Finn? I’m not going to let anything get between us.”
He nods, his lips parting as a soft, desperate sound escapes him. “Yes,” he whispers, his voice barely audible. “Yes.”
I don’t wait.
I kiss him hard, my lips crushing against his as I pour everything into it—my sorrow, my hunger, my love. He melts beneath me, his body arching up into mine, and I can feel the way he trembles, the way his fingers dig into my skin as if he’s afraid I might pull away.
But I don’t. I won’t.
I trail kisses down his neck, my teeth grazing over the soft skin there, and he tilts his head back, baring his throat to me in a way that makes my cock throb so hard it brings pain. He’s submitting, offering himself to me, and it’s all I can do to keep myself from losing control.
But I don’t want him to turn over. I don’t want him on his knees.
I need to see him.
I sit back, patting my thigh. “Come here,” I command softly. Finn’s eyes darken as he understands, and the sight of him climbing into my lap, straddling me, makes my cock strain pulse so hard a line of thick precum escapes the tip. “I want to watch you,” I whisper, gripping his hips. “Want to see every expression on your face while you ride me.” The whimper that escapes him is pure sin, and when he positions himself to take me, I know this position was the right choice.
“Stay like this,” I murmur, voice low and rough as I press my forehead to his. My hands slide down his sides, gripping his hips as I settle him just above my tip.
His breath hitches, his gray eyes wide and glassy as he gazes up at me. His chest rises and falls in shallow breaths, his body trembling me, and I can see the way his lips part as he tries to speak but can’t find the words.
“Jax,” he whispers finally, his voice soft and trembling.
His breath stutters as I reach between us, gripping my cock and rubbing the tip at his entrance. The head of my cock presses against his tight heat, and I groan softly, the sensation of his slick and Stone’s spend on my tip almost making me see stars. My forehead drops to his as I push upward slowly.
The heat is intense, tight and burning, and I can feel the way his body trembles, the way his hands clutch at me as I press deeper, filling him inch by inch.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my voice trembling as I bury myself inside him.
His head tips back, a soft, broken moan spilling from his lips as his legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. “Jax,” he gasps, his voice shaking. “Please… don’t stop.”
“I won’t,” I murmur, my hands tightening on his hips as I begin to move.
I pull back and thrust into him, slow and deep, and the sound he makes—a soft, breathless whimper—sends a shiver down my spine. His eyes flutter open, locking onto mine, and I can see the need there, the hunger. The…the love.
He still loves me.
I can’t look away.
I set a steady rhythm, my hips pumping upwards as I watch him, every thrust dragging against his walls in a way that makes his body arch against mine. His hands grip my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin, and I can feel the way his legs tighten around me, pulling me deeper, harder.
“Jax,” he gasps, his voice trembling. “I…I need…”
“I know,” I murmur, my voice rough as I lean forward to kiss him. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give you that knot that you fucking need.”
I thrust into him harder now, my hips snapping against his as I chase the heat building between us, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with every movement. His body clenches around me, his breath hitching as his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.
“Fuck, Finn,” I groan, my voice breaking. “You’re so fucking perfect. And you’re mine. You’re fucking mine.”
“Yes,” he cries out, his voice raw and desperate. “Yes, Jax. Please.”
My hands slide up his sides, gripping his waist as I drive into him, the sound of our bodies colliding filling the room. His eyes stay locked on mine, his gaze hazy and full of need, and I can see the pleasure etched into every line of his face, the way his lips part with every soft, broken moan.
The heat between us is unbearable now, every nerve in my body sparking as my knot begins to swell, the pressure building to an almost unbearable peak. Finn lets out a soft whimper, his body trembling beneath me, and I know he feels it too.
“You’re going to take it.” My voice is a guttural growl as I press my forehead to his. “You’re going to take my knot, Finn. All of it. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” he gasps, his voice cracking. “Please, Jax. I need it. I need you.”
The desperation in his voice, the way his body moves against mine, the way his eyes beg me to keep going—it’s enough to send me over the edge.
I give one final thrust, burying myself as deep as I can inside him, and Finn lets out a sharp cry, his body tensing under me. Fuck. My knot has started to swell, stretching him impossibly wide, and I know it’s a lot for him. It always is.
Pulling back slightly, I have to let him lead.
Finn’s thighs tremble as he lowers himself onto me, his breath hitching with every inch I fill him. His hands are braced on my chest, his fingers digging into my skin like he needs the anchor, and his gray eyes are wide, glassy with a mix of pleasure and tension.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low and steady as I grip his hips, guiding him slowly. “Take your time, baby. You’re doing so good.”
His lips part as he exhales shakily, his head tipping back slightly, exposing the delicate curve of his throat. I can see the effort it’s taking, the way his muscles strain as he stretches around me, his body adjusting to my size.
“Jax,” he gasps, his voice trembling. “It’s so…big.”
“I know,” I rasp, my hands tightening on his hips instinctively. “But you’ve got this. You always do.”
Finn whimpers, his thighs shaking as he sinks down another inch, taking me deeper. His body clenches around me, squeezing so tightly it makes me see stars, and I have to grit my teeth to keep myself from thrusting up into him.
“Breathe, Finn,” I say softly, one hand sliding up his side to rest against his back, urging him closer. “You’re doing it, baby. You’re taking every inch.”
He whimpers again, the sound caught between pleasure and pain, and I can see the tears welling in his eyes as he finally sinks down all the way, taking me to the hilt.
A growl escapes my chest, so possessive it vibrates the air. The heat of him. The feel of him. I let go, feeling the way my cock surges, filling up, my knot swelling inside him. Finn shudders violently, his nails raking across my chest as he lets out a broken cry. His cock stiffens between us before a stream of come shoots so high it paints my shoulder.
“There you go,” I breathe, one hand sliding up to cradle the back of his neck. “You did it. Fuck, Finn, you feel so good.”
He clings to me, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he adjusts to my size. His thighs are trembling against my sides, his chest rising and falling quickly as he tries to steady himself.
“It’s so much,” he whispers, voice barely audible.
“I know,” I say softly, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “But you’re doing so good, baby. Just hold on to me.”
I hold him tighter just as my knot swells all the way, locking us together as my release pours into him in hot, thick waves. Finn cries out beneath me, his back arching as another stream of spend spills between us. I take him between my fist, flicking my wrist, making sure I milk every drop.
With a whine, Finn jerks against me. His hands slide up to tangle in my hair, his breath warm against my ear as he whimpers. “Jax…I hate you. I hate you so much.” I can feel the tears streaming down his face.
A part of me aches while another part rejoices, because he hates me, but he’s accepted me here with him. All is not lost .
“I know, sweetheart. I deserve it.”
My throat tightens, and I press a soft kiss to his neck, my arms wrapping around him as I hold him close. “And I love you too,” I murmur into his skin. “Always.”
We’re not whole yet.
But this?
This is a start.