One More Arrow #3
Jaxson’s explosive growl silenced her, and he coughed into his fist. “Sorry. Offer to eradicate predatory scum still stands.”
Kaylie smiled up at him. “They didn’t ask. I didn’t want them. You ask with every look and word. Every touch. Besides that, I want you so bad it hurts. And before you ask, I’m not some fragile little virgin. I’ve had exams and stuff. I haven’t had sex, but I’m not afraid of—ugh.”
“You are Kaylie. You don’t need labels, and I don’t care if you’ve had a hundred lovers or none. I’m just so glad I get to be the one now.”
“The one now?” Kaylie bit her lip. “I know you said move slowly, but I was kind of hoping that if you feel the way I feel—it’s not going to be just for now. It’s forever.”
“Forever’s a big deal. I don’t want to take that spot unless you—”
“I want you to. I’m sure. Jaxson, I know sometimes Cupid has one more arrow, but for me—there’s only ever been one arrow, and it’s like I said. A direct hit. I only want you. I...”
He leapt to say it first. “I love you, Kaylie. I wasn’t backing out or away.
I love you, and it scares me how much. It worried me that it was wrong to love you after Alana, but she’s on our side.
She wants me to be happy, and you make me happy.
” He stepped into her space, letting her come to him, letting her mold herself against his chest, so small compared to him.
“Now, could I try to make you happy, lover?”
She nodded, hard and fast. “You already do—but I’m always going to want more.”
Jaxson looked ruefully down at his middle, where his cock, excited about being back in use after years of loneliness, was suddenly pitching a tent in his uniform trousers. “I think I can offer more.”
KAYLIE WAS SURPRISED by how easy it was.
To sit on her couch, talking, laughing, cuddling, kissing.
.. The hours slipped by, and the borde slipped down, two glasses for him, one for her, making the world glow with new warmth—or maybe that was the way Jaxson listened and nodded with her as they spoke about how they’d fallen into friendship and somehow found themselves in love.
Or it could have been the way she felt safe enough to put her hand on his leg, move up to his thigh, and squeeze, a silent signal that she wanted more than conversation and kisses tonight.
It was easier still, surprisingly simple, to find her way from sitting beside him, leaning against the solid muscular wall of his chest, to straddling him, her face buried in the tawny fur that she uncovered as her fingers slid his uniform shirt over his head.
Her fingers dug into his collar, and their tongues tangled, teasing, tasting, more drunk on one another than liquor.
Her fingers found scars and dents under the fur, markers of a lifetime without her.
But I can be here for the second half. Thanks, Alana. Thank you for sharing him. I’ll never give you a reason to regret it. She pressed one more kiss against his shoulder.
“You’re spoiling me. No one hugs like you do, Kay.”
“No one to hug. My whole life didn’t have as many hugs as these few months aboard the Comet Stalker,” she confessed.
“I’m going to fix that. Whenever you’re not working, you’re going to be on my lap, in my arms. Deal?”
“It might make mealtimes a little messy, but I’ll try it,” she giggled.
Jaxson looked at her, worshipful happiness in his eyes, and she felt a rush of peace soar through her, leaving aroused desperation in its wake. “We could do more than hug,” she whispered.
“We could.”
Kaylie swallowed as she pulled her dress over her head, revealing the simple white bra she was wearing, straps hidden by her hair. With a sudden burst of shyness, she clung back to his chest, hiding herself in his arms.
“You’re gorgeous.
“So are you. And built like one of Marcus’ anatomy guides. All muscles. Your shoulders would make three of me.”
“No, no. You’re counting my chest in there. Each shoulder is one Kaylie. The space between my collarbones? That also equals one Kaylie.”
“You’re just bragging now.”
“I’m proving that I’m more. More than enough.”
Her fingers were brave around him. The words he said made all of her brave. Kaylie stroked one hand down the long, thick bulge. “More than enough. So much more. Um.” Is that going to fit? Possibly? No. How could it?
Well. Women give birth. That’s not even close to the size of a baby, but it’s big. Also, women don’t enjoy giving birth. Something big is not supposed to go into something so small.
On the other hand, how come women are always bragging about the size? I...
“I don’t even know what’s going through your mind, but I want you to stop thinking about it. It’s not making you smell happy.”
“You can smell when I’m happy?”
“Or sad. The nose knows.”
She let out a nervous laugh. “That’s both cool and unnerving.”
“No, what’s unnerving is when my girlfriend touches certain parts of me and gets lost in some sort of panic spiral where she smells sad, then scared, then happy.
That’s a cocktail that worries me.” Jaxson rubbed her arm.
“That’s just part of me that shows you make me feel good.
I know humans and Felids fit. Don’t know how Canids and humans would work, but I’m betting it’s possible.
I’m also betting—” Jaxson shifted suddenly, planting her on the couch and dropping to one knee between her legs, “that I don’t even need that to make you feel incredible.
” He licked his lips. “Do you know that I can already taste you? My nose converts those smells into flavors. I can tell that you’re salty and sweet, chocolate and almonds.
If you didn’t know, Canids can’t eat chocolate. ”
“Yes, I heard about that from Kamau and Skyla.”
“Well, I’m very excited to taste you, Kaylie. Because chocolate smells like heaven, and I can’t have it. But you smell like heaven times a thousand, and I’m going to make you come all over my mouth. I’m going to drink you down, every little drop.”
“You are?” Her eyes widened, and Jaxson’s smile turned into something wicked, something that showed off his Canid teeth—and the wolf in his smile.
She suddenly recalled another fairy tale. Little Red Riding Hood.
What big teeth you have. All the better to eat you with, my dear...
“Trust me?”
“With my life.”
“Good. Because I want to be in it for a long, long time.”
JAXSON MOVED KAYLIE’S hips forward and her legs apart, mouth filling with saliva, hungry urges ripping through him at top speeds after years of being dormant, of thinking they would never be used again.
Now they were called to action, and there was no hesitation.
He kissed his way up her leg, from ankle to knee, to inner thigh, the other leg stroked by his strong hand, raked gently with the tips of his claws.
His nose nuzzled the damp fabric of her thin panties, lilac like her dress, saturated with her scent.
“Is this okay?” He could feel her leg jogging against his shoulder, and her scents were mixed up again, adrenaline and arousal.
“I think so. I know it’s okay with you. I’m just not... It’s all new.”
“It’s a good kind of new. And there are going to be so many new things.
All of them good,” he promised. His tongue flicked over the apex of her crotch, finding the nub of her sex through the damp fabric.
When she moaned softly, he pushed it aside and stared at the mostly bare skin, the tight bundle of dark pink, pale cream, and silky fine black hairs.
“Like a dessert. So many layers. So many colors and textures, and every one of them perfect,” he praised with a harsh pant, his tongue lapping over her, senses jolted awake by the taste of her nectar. “Just like I said. Chocolate and almond, and all in a slippery syrup, baby.”
“Oh, Jax,” she whispered, eyes closing, hips bucking up.
“Good enough to eat,” he growled low, pupils widening in the shadow of her spread thighs, hunter sense clawing forward. Eat the yummy treat. Devour. Open her and find the delicious middle...
His tongue plunged in, and he forgot about being gentle for a minute, lost in savage delight, of hearing Kay cry out in bliss, of feeling her squirming in his grip as his tongue worked over her folds and then burrowed inside.
He could feel her hands clamping down on his wrists as he held her thighs, tight, desperate fingers struggling with him as her hips careened against him.
In a flash of panic, he wondered if he’d hurt her, lost in his own pleasure.
With relief, Jax realized she was using him for leverage, grinding her sweet little pussy against his face, desperate for more of his touch.
“You like my tongue, sweetie?”
“Yes! Please, yes. More, yes.” Her words tumbled out, incoherent and gasping as he flicked her clit back and forth, tongue like a soft pink whip.
“Wanna try something bigger?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What a brave girl,” he chuckled as Kaylie didn’t even hesitate.
Tongue still lapping at her nub, his digit worked its way inside of her dripping tunnel, already softening and relaxing after his first frantic ministrations.
He immediately felt her squeezing down on him, and her hips didn’t still. “That doesn’t hurt?”
“Fuck, no, that’s amazing. Aim up? Push up?”
“That’s my Kay. You tell me just what you want, babe. I’ll give it to you.”
“I want us to be on the bed. And I want to be out of these clothes. Give me that?”
“Anything for you, my little Valentine.”
HIS BODY WAS AMAZING, like something out of the ancient Sirian cities she’d secretly looked at when she had downtime, using her computer to learn about the world Jaxson came from.
The Sirius Federation was even older than the Felix Orbus Galaxy, and there were glittering cities, military citadels, forests and deserts, and statues of heroic leaders—and Jaxson could have been the model.