Chapter 41 – JAX
JAX
The challenge in her voice snaps the very last thread of my control, so I surge forward, crowding her against the wall before she can take another step. My hands bracket her face, thumbs stroking over her cheekbones, as I stare down at her.
"You want to know what I'm going to do?" My voice comes out rough, more growl than words. "I'm going to mark you. Make you mine, in every way that matters. Until everyone who looks at you knows exactly who you belong to."
Her breath catches, but her eyes stay defiant. "Big words. But we're standing in a hallway where anyone could…"
I cut her off with a kiss that's all hunger and possession.
She melts into me immediately, hands fisting in my shirt to pull me closer.
When I nip at her bottom lip, she opens for me with a soft moan that goes straight to my cock.
"My room," I manage between kisses. "Now."
We stumble down the basement stairs, unable to keep our hands off each other. I press her against the wall halfway down, needing to taste her neck, that spot where my mark will go.
She tilts her head, giving me access, and I groan at her submission.
"Jax," she gasps as I suck at her pulse point, before she swallows back the noise, embarrassed at how wanton she sounds, but I fucking love it.
I lift her easily, her legs wrapping around my waist. "Let them all know you're mine."
The familiar space feels different now, charged with anticipation. This is where everything changes.
I set her down slowly, letting her body slide against mine. We're both breathing hard, eyes locked onto each others as the weight of what's about to happen settles over us.
She reaches up and frames my face with her hands. "Mark me, Jax. Make me yours."
The last of my restraint shatters, and I claim her mouth again, pouring everything I feel into the kiss. My hands roam her body, relearning every curve through her clothes. Not enough. Need skin.
We tear at each other's clothes with desperate efficiency. Her shirt goes first, then mine. And I barely get her bra off before my mouth is on her breasts, worshipping each one with lips and tongue, until she's writhing against me.
"Too many clothes," she pants, shoving at my jeans.
We strip completely, clothes now scattered across the floor. When she stands before me naked, I take a moment just to look at her. Mine. All of this beauty, this strength, this fierce spirit, is mine.
"You're staring," she says, but there's heat in her eyes.
"You're perfect." I pull her against me, skin to skin.
I walk her backward to the bed then lay her down with more gentleness than I feel. My wolf is howling, demanding we claim her, but I want to savour this. Worship every inch of her before we change everything forever.
Starting at her ankles, I kiss my way up her legs. By the time I reach her inner thighs, she's trembling. I can smell her arousal, see how wet she is for me, and when I finally taste her, she cries out, fingers tangling in my hair.
"Jax, please…"
I work her with lips and tongue until she's right on the edge, then pull back. She makes a sound of frustration that turns into a gasp when I crawl up her body before settling between her thighs.
"I need you," she says, pulling me down for a kiss. "Need you inside me when you do it."
I line myself up and push in slowly, watching her face. At the way her eyes flutter closed, at how her mouth falls open.
I'll never get tired of this. Of her.
"Look at me," I demand, starting to move.
She meets my gaze, and the love I see there nearly undoes me. I pick up the pace, angling to hit the spot that makes her gasp, and her nails dig into my shoulders, legs wrapping around me to pull me deeper.
"That's it," I encourage as she starts to tighten around me. "Come for me. I want to feel you come as I mark you."
She's close, I can feel it. I shift angles slightly, grinding against her clit with each thrust.
Her breath comes in short pants, body tensing. "Jax—I'm—"
"Now." I growl, lowering my mouth to her neck, dragging my teeth along her sensitive skin.
As she comes apart beneath me, I bite down. My teeth break skin at the junction of her neck and shoulder, marking her as mine. The taste of her blood on my tongue, the feel of her pulsing around me, and the bond snapping into place, is overwhelming.
Through our new connection, I now feel everything she does. The pleasure, the rightness, the complete certainty that this is where we belong. And it’s created a feedback loop that has me following her over the edge, spilling inside her with a growl that's pure satisfaction.
But she's not done.
She rolls us so she's on top and still connected, then looks down at me, her eyes now turned gold with her wolf, so I bare my neck in offering.
"Mine." She growls, then leans down to mark me in return, her sharp teeth slicing through my skin to embed her scent and claim me as her own.
The second bite is even more intense. Then the bond flares to life fully, two halves becoming whole. I can feel her in my mind, my soul. She’s everywhere. Her love washes over me now, unconditional and fierce.
How did I ever think I could live without this?
We move together again, rocking slower this time, but no less intense. Every touch is magnified and I feel her pleasure as my own, doubling and redoubling, until we're both shaking with it.
When we come again, it's together and perfectly synchronized through our connection.
She finally collapses on my chest, both of us breathing hard. I can feel her satisfaction humming through the bond, mixed with a bone-deep contentment that matches my own.
"Holy shit," she murmurs against my skin.
"Yeah." I stroke her hair, marvelling at how different everything feels now. My wolf is completely calm and settled in a way I've never experienced. "Is this what it always feels like?"
She lifts her head to look at me. "I don't know. I've never mated anyone else before." Through the bond, I feel her amusement. "But if it's always like this, I understand why mated pairs rarely leave their rooms the first week."
"Week?" I flip us again, pinning her beneath me. "I was thinking more like a month."
Her laugh turns into a moan as I start kissing down her body again. "We have to eat sometime."
"I'll feed you." I promise, settling between her thighs again. "After."
The bond pulses between us, new and perfect and ours.
Everything else can wait.