Chapter 27 Jax #2
But that was me, and if it took a hundred years and me learning how to ask every single day just to make sure I didn’t miss something again, that’s what we were going to do.
“Okay,” he whispered.
Then he leaned in and kissed me, and my breath must’ve not been that bad, really, because when he slipped his tongue between my lips, he groaned and pressed in deeper.
It was a slow, sweet kiss that didn’t promise anything more, but when he pulled back, I sighed dreamily. “I cannot wait to fuck you again.”
He blushed. “Oh yeah?”
I bit my tongue, grinning, and glanced at the empty chair. “Don’t we have company?”
“If Kosuke doesn’t want to hear about this, he’s welcome to leave.” Dakota shifted, rolling his hips subtly. There was nothing subtle about his erection, or the way he pressed it into my thigh. “What would you do?”
I glanced above us at the plush headboard. “I think I’d strip you naked and pin your hands on that.”
He looked up, nibbling his lip again. “Why there?”
“ ’Cause I want to look at the arch of your pretty back and run my hands all over you.
I want your pert little ass on display right up until the moment I get my dick inside.
You feel so good, you know that?” I nuzzled his neck, above our mating mark, and felt his pulse race against the bridge of my nose.
“So tight and warm, and that give when you let me inside—fucking bliss, Dakota. So perfect for me.”
“Then what?”
“Well, I want you to have leverage there too, right? So when I fuck you, you can thrust back on my dick and take every inch. Claim every bit of me that you want.”
His breath hitched and he whimpered. It was mean, just to tease him, and with my own blood singing, I didn’t really care about old ghosts or who knew I wanted my gorgeous mate.
I flicked the button at his fly open and shimmied his pants and briefs down his hips just enough that I could see him when I eased his cock past the elastic waistband.
It was flushed and pretty, the tip a deep, rosy pink. I stroked him, flexing my hand on the way up, and earned a glistening drop of precome at the tip.
He whined, rolling his hips as he stared down at my hand, working his beautiful cock.
“You like that?”
At first, he only whimpered and gripped my shoulder hard. “Y-yeah.”
His lips parted, and I couldn’t help leaning in and biting his plump bottom one. It was so pink and pretty from all his worrying it with his teeth. He groaned, squirming.
“Fuck, I want to make you come,” I growled against the corner of his mouth.
He made broken, sobbing sounds as I streaked my hand faster, then slowed down, intent on driving him mad before I brought him over the edge. He squeezed my shoulder like he could communicate the whole of what he wanted, just through that touch.
Soon, he was shaking. I’d teased him enough.
“That’s it, love,” I mumbled against his mouth. We weren’t quite kissing. His lips were parted on soft gasps as he thrust into my hand. “Let yourself go. I want to see it.”
His face screwed up like he had half a mind to try and hold back, but a moment later, he shuddered.
I pulled back enough to watch as his dick jerked in my grip and spilled into my hand in messy white streaks.
He came back to himself, shivering. His gaze was clouded as he watched me lick my palm clean of every drop.
When he caught his breath, he slid his hand down my stomach. Sure enough, if I let him, he’d find my dick half hard and eager to perform. But my whole body ached, and I was exhausted, so I pressed my hand atop his and trapped it against my lower belly.
“Later,” I promised, drawing his hand up so I could kiss his fingers. “Later, I want you everywhere.”
The look in his eyes was heated, and I half expected he’d try and convince me that we could do more now, when there was a knock on the door.
Dakota sighed through his nose and pulled his pants back up.
I bit back a laugh and arched my brow for his assent. Only once he’d nodded did I answer, “Come in.”
“Heya, bossman,” Kent said as he stuck his head in the room. His smile was slightly awkward, and if I were putting money on it, I’d bet it had something to do with the scowl Dakota was sending him. “I heard you were awake. Wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.”
“I’m good,” I said. “Thanks to Dakota.”
While I was busy smiling down at him, Dakota’s eyes had narrowed. He pushed up on his arm, suddenly tense in every line of his lithe body.
“How are you feeling, Kent?” Dakota’s tone was off, just a little wary, and when I inhaled, I could smell the spike in Kent’s discomfort.
Kent had been there, in my office. The memory was hazy and distant, but we’d been meeting about . . . something business related.
He’d fallen first.
I scowled, looking between Dakota and Kent, certain that I was missing something.
“Better,” Kent said. “Werewolf healing.”
“Mmhmm,” Dakota hummed.
“I’m glad you’re all right,” I offered. “And I’m lucky Dakota had the wherewithal to save me.”
Dakota pursed his lips. “Well, the poison you had wasn’t meant to kill you. Either of you. Just make you sleep. But you woke up on your own, didn’t you, Kent?”
Kent laughed, just a little puff of breath. “Yeah, well, you know. Second cup of the day. I probably didn’t drink as much as Jax did.”
“Right.” Dakota sounded unconvinced, but he was on edge. He was looking for threats, and Kent had—well, he was a lot of things, not all of them great, but he’d never been that.
He’d joined us in leaving the Wildwood pack. He knew what loyalty meant and what it cost.
I squeezed Dakota’s hip, and he sank back down. At the very least, with his arm around my waist, he didn’t seem to think there was much in the world that could get to me.
Hell, he was probably right.
But we had a rival pack trying to take me from my family, and as soon as I got back on my feet, we were going to have to deal with that.
Moon or no, I was going to tear Grant apart.