Chapter 35 – JAX
JAX
“You’ll come on my cock, when I allow you to, or you won’t come at all.”
The words make her whole body shudder, and chains rattle against the metal rings.
I step back slowly, needing distance to maintain what's left of my control.
My wolf is riding me hard, demanding I claim what's ours, but I force myself to really look at her.
To soak in this moment. To wonder about what I did to deserve this.
My mate looks glorious, chained to my wall by her own choice, and trusting me completely when everyone else thinks I'm one step from feral.
She's perfect, her silky soft skin flushed pink from arousal, and a light sheen of perspiration that’s making her glow in the dim basement light.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, breasts moving with each breath.
Her nipples are hard peaks, a dark rose against pale skin, and begging for my mouth.
Between her legs, she's soaked, her inner thighs glistening with desire, filling the room with her delicious scent and making my mouth water.
All for me. Only for me.
"Look at you," I murmur, beginning to circle her nipple slowly with one finger. She tries to arch against my hand, but the restraints limit her, forcing her to rely on my good will. "Completely at my mercy. Do you have any idea what you've unleashed?"
The power, the dominance of the position she’s placed me in, and her submission, is all going to my head. I never thought I’d enjoy this so much, but it’s heaven. She’s completely at my mercy, her pleasure, at my whim to grant, or to delay.
"Jax, please." Her voice is wrecked, desperate. The sound goes straight to my cock. "I need..."
"I know exactly what you need." I step near to her, close enough that she can feel my body heat, but not quite touching.
My hand hovers over her waist, barely skimming the skin, making her wriggle as she tries to increase the contact.
"But you're going to wait for it. Going to be compliant for me.
Show me how much you trust your mate to make this good. "
Dipping my head, I suck one nipple into my mouth, and she lets her head hang back, her moan of pleasure making my cock twitch against her stomach.
While I lick and tease, my fingers trail lower, ghosting over the curve of her ass.
Her muscles flex under my touch, but she doesn't pull away.
When I trace between her cheeks, my finger pressing lightly against her untouched entrance, she goes completely still.
Her breath catches, body tensing like a drawn bow.
"Ever had someone here?" My voice is rough, gravelly, my wolf pushing forward with the primal need to claim every part of her. To mark her in ways no one else ever has or ever will. When she says nothing, I clamp my teeth around her stiff peak and graze the sensitive skin in warning.
"No." The word is barely a whisper, nervous.
"I could," I tell her, increasing the pressure slightly. Not enough to breach, but enough to make her hyperaware of the possibility. "Could take you here, mark you in every way possible. You couldn't stop me. Wouldn't stop me, would you?"
She whimpers, and slowly shakes her head, the sound going straight to my cock, but doesn't pull away. Just trembles under my touch, trusting me, even with this. The weight of that trust is staggering.
"Your body is telling me you'd let me, that you’d enjoy it even if you’re unsure right now," I continue, my other hand coming around to cup her breast as my thumb brushes over her nipple. "I bet if I pushed inside right now, you'd come, enjoying everything I give you."
"Jax..." My name is a broken plea.
"But not tonight." I focus on her dripping pussy, stroking her swollen clit, listening to her shaky exhale. "Tonight, I want to feel you come apart on me, feel you grip me so hard when you cry out my name…"
I spin her to face the wall, the chains crossing above her head. She gasps when I drop to my knees behind her, my hands gripping her hips to angle her back, presenting her to me.
"Jax, what are you—oh fuck!"
My tongue cuts off her question, licking a long stripe through her folds.
She tastes incredible, all heat and need and mine.
I grip her thigh and lift it over my shoulder to open her wider.
The position makes the chains pull taut, keeping her balanced on one leg, completely dependent on me to hold her steady.
"So wet for me." I growl against her, the vibration making her cry out. "Could do this all night. Make you come, over and over, until you can't remember anything but my name."
I set out to prove my point, alternating between broad strokes of my tongue, and focus attention on her clit.
I trace patterns, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, and what makes her legs shake.
When I push two fingers back inside her, rubbing that spot that makes her see stars while my tongue laps at her clit, she nearly screams.
"Please, please, please." The word becomes a chant as I work her higher. Her leg trembles on my shoulder, muscles quivering with the effort of staying upright. The chains rattle constantly now as she fights against them, needing something to ground herself. "Jax, I can't... I need..."
Before she comes, I stand and position myself at her entrance, pushing inside right as she comes, feeling every quiver, every wave of pleasure as she comes around me. It’s heaven.
But I don’t give her a minute to recover, immediately pulling back out despite her cries of disappointment.
I turn her back to face me then wipe my mouth with the back of my hand before I kiss her, hard.
She looks absolutely wrecked—hair wild and tangled, skin gleaming with sweat, and legs barely holding her up. Beautiful. Mine.
"You didn’t think that was it?" I ask, though I can see the answer in the way her eyes darken again, the way she licks her lips when she feels my cock standing proud between us.
I lift her easily, and her legs wrap around my waist automatically. The chains pull taut, but there's enough give for this position. I have to bend my knees slightly to line us up properly, but when I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, we both groan at the contact.
"Look at me," I demand. When her eyes meet mine, I push inside in one smooth thrust.
She's so tight, so hot, and gripping me like she never wants to let go. I have to pause, forehead dropping to her shoulder, just to keep from embarrassing myself and coming instantly.
“So full, so good,” she pants, rocking in my arms.
My wolf is howling, demanding I claim, mark, breed. The instincts are so strong, that I can taste copper where I've bitten my own tongue.
"Move," she demands, using her legs to pull me deeper, seating me fully inside her. "Please, Jax. Need you to move."
I start slow, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in. Each thrust pushes her back against the wall, the concrete probably rough against her skin. The chains sing with our movement, playing a metallic rhythm that matches my thrusts.
"You have no idea," I grind out between thrusts, "what you do to me. How perfect you feel. How much I want to fill you up with my seed, mark you, and make sure everyone knows you're mine."
"Yes." She gasps, meeting me thrust for thrust, as much as her position allows. “Do it.”
The words break something in me. My control snaps, and I start fucking her in earnest, hard and deep and claiming. My thumb finds her clit, circling in time with my thrusts.
She clenches around me, already climbing toward another peak despite just coming.
"That's it." I encourage, increasing the pressure on her clit while angling my hips to hit that spot inside her with every thrust. "Come for me again."
"Jax." She throws her head back, the chains rattling wildly as her second orgasm approaches. "I'm... I'm going to..."
"Do it," I command, though I doubt I could stop it even if I wanted to. "Come for your mate."
She does, immediately, and with force, with my name on her lips like a prayer.
The feeling of her pulsing around me, her walls gripping me so tight that it borders on pain, pushes me over.
I follow her, spilling inside her with a growl that's more wolf than man.
My hips jerk with each pulse, pushing deeper, my wolf satisfied at marking her internally, even if we can't do it externally yet.
As we both shake with aftershocks, I bring my mouth to her neck. To that spot that calls to me, demands I claim. She tilts her head immediately, offering, trusting. My teeth graze the skin, and I can feel her pulse racing under my lips.
"Do it," she whispers. "Please, Jax. Make me yours."
My teeth press harder, almost breaking skin. It would be so easy. One bite, and she'd be mine forever. The bond would snap into place, and no one could separate us. My wolf roars approval, demanding I claim what's ours.
But I pull back at the last second, pressing a kiss to the spot instead.
She makes a sound of protest that turns into a sigh when I speak.
"Soon," I promise against her skin, breathing in her scent that’s mixed with mine.
I lower her carefully, making sure her legs will hold her up before reaching for the restraints.
My hands are surprisingly steady as I unbuckle them, catching her wrists as they're freed.
Red marks circle her skin, not from struggling, but from pulling against them as she came.
I massage gently, working blood flow back into her hands, and kiss each faint line.
"You're incredible," I tell her, still awed by what’s just happened. "I can't believe you trust me like this."
"I'll always trust you," she says simply, like it's the most natural thing in the world.
I scoop her into my arms when she sways, her legs still too shaky. "Come on, let me take care of you."
I set her on the bed gently before retrieving a warm washcloth. She watches me with soft eyes as I clean between her legs, being gentle with her sensitive flesh. When I return to tuck her into my bed, she immediately reaches for me, smiling as I slide in beside her.
She throws a leg over mine and an arm across my chest, using me as a pillow.
I pull the thin blanket over us, marvelling at how right this feels. How calm and quiet my mind is.
"That was..." she starts, then trails off with a satisfied sigh.
"I know." I run my fingers through her hair, still processing everything. "Thank you."
With a soft kiss, I pour everything I can't say into the contact. All my fears, my hopes, and my desperate need to keep her safe. When we break apart, she's already drifting toward sleep, exhausted from the night's events.
"I love you," I whisper into the darkness. I don't know if she hears me, already half asleep, but I need to say it anyway.
I hold her close, listening to her breathing even out. My wolf is calm for once, more settled than I can ever remember.
Tomorrow brings the Games final and a very real possibility that they'll take me for assessment. But as I lie here with her in my arms, I feel something I haven't felt in years.
Hope.
Because if this woman can look at me, really see me—all my damage, my violence, my broken pieces—and still choose me? Still chain herself to my wall in the ultimate display of trust? Then maybe I'm not as far gone as everyone thinks.
This is worth fighting for.
I press one more kiss to her hair and close my eyes, letting her scent and warmth lull me toward rest.
My last thought before sleep takes me is a vow. Nobody is taking this from me.