34. Jolie
34
JOLIE
I pivot right toward the stairwell, Jax following behind me. Luckily, I’m only on the third floor. Once we get to my door, I unsnap the magnetized clasp on my clutch, fumbling around my phone and wallet for my room key. I hold it up to the door.
Click.
My pulse skyrockets when it unlocks.
I spin to face Jax. The door shuts behind him with another click and groan of the mechanism. His eyes never leave mine. Not when I toss my clutch onto the desk, not when I balance walking backward on my heels, not when I grab the tiny zipper under my armpit and tug it down past my hip. “You said back at the studio that you’re not a mere mortal man.”
“I did.” His voice is pure gravel, scraping at my composure.
I let the top half of the dress fall around my waist. “Show me, Jax.”
I shimmy the heavy sequined material the rest of the way off until it’s a glittering pool on the ground and step out of it in just my nude heels.
Under the beautiful, otherworldly etchings along his flesh, the wolf within watches me like a predator. But I’m not afraid. I’m prey, already devoured many times over tonight, and now I prowl toward him with my chest and head held high.
His huntress.
My heart rate slows with each stride. I channel my inner Carmen, trailing my fingers between my breasts, palm grazing a peaked nipple, the other brushing over my mate mark. Jax’s jaw ticks before there’s a not-so-subtle flick within his pants. My attention is pinned to the spot, eager to explore every inch of him as much as he’s explored me.
“I can’t fuck you tonight, Tempest,” he growls out in warning when my fingers skim his trousers. “Not the way we both want and deserve.”
“That’s fine,” I agree from under my lashes, blindly undoing the buttons with nimble precision honed through hundreds of quick costume changes. “You got to have a taste. Don’t I deserve the same?”
My heel wobbles as I shift my weight, and I brace my core, kneeling down one leg at a time. Jax says nothing, frozen in place with his holographic stare beaming down at me. It sends a heady rush through me, like he’s under my spell. Like I’m the magical one in this room.
“ Fuck , Tempest,” he says the moment my palm wraps around his shaft. He’s huge, so thick my fingers are nowhere near able to meet, and I’m a little grateful I’m not trying to fit him inside me just yet. I pull his pants down the rest of the way, but instead of gathering at his feet, they disappear. My throat dries when I come face to face with his pierced cock that sits heavy in my hand.
He’s got the Mount Everest of dicks. I want to scale its entirety, but it’s going to take some work to get there. Just the idea of the trek has me growing wet. I zip my thighs together, as if it could stop him from sensing my want.
Giving him a few exploratory strokes, I savor the blend between the rough texture of his frost marks and satiny skin. His snowflake-stamped ball glints at me from atop his slit. I rub my thumb over the piercing, sending a pearlescent bead of cum skating down his tip. Leaning forward, I lap it up eagerly, a bit surprised when it tastes like decadent mint-chocolate chip. My gaze travels up the trail of silvery-blue hair, past his navel and mate mark, and I twirl the ball with my tongue before licking each sweet morsel that slips from his purpling crown. Jax tosses his head back, gripping his hair that I’d clutched only an hour ago, and groans, his hips bucking in response.
“Go easy on me or you’ll be coated in frost before I get to really enjoy this,” he rasps with a breathy chuckle.
That only encourages me.
Each movement becomes firmer, my fist tightening at the base of his shaft as much as I can manage. I wrap my lips around the head, tongue alternating between playing with his piercing and licking up every ounce of his desire. I bob up and down, using my hand to bridge the gap between my lips and his pelvis. Jax’s eyes flutter and his hands come to my head, threading his fingers into my strands, moving with me.
No matter how hard I try to close the gap, he seems to somehow grow another inch, but that’s not all. A large bulge encases the base of his shaft. I swear it wasn’t there before, but now it’s ballooned out, the heel of my palm running into it with each stroke of my hand. I blink a few times to make sure I’m not crazy before popping him out of my mouth, a trail of saliva and minty precum streaking down my chin. “What’s that ?”
“It’s my knot.” He says it like it’s a fact, then snaps his mouth shut, brows crashing into each other. “It’s not fully expanded, but completely normal for my kind.”
My eyes widen.
Not. Fully. Expanded.
He clears his throat and then takes a step back, lashes dropping. “It’s easy to forget you wouldn’t know about this. I realize now it’s probably scary to you. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know about scary…” Lies. I’m terrified. My gaze trails back up to his face, the ball of his throat working as he appraises me. My chest aches at the sadness lacing his silver-and-blue eyes. I don’t want him to be embarrassed, but I’m also trying to wrap my mind around this new discovery. Everest just got a whole lot steeper. But I want to do this, do it all, with him .
There are so many things standing in the way of us being together. A little—or not so little— knot isn’t going to stop me. I straighten my shoulders and pull them back, giving Jax full eye contact. “How does it work?”
“Curious, are we?” His confident lilt reappears, and I nearly sigh aloud, grateful it has. I don’t want anything to ruin the time we have together. “It’ll probably be easier if I demonstrate.”
He holds his hands out, and ice billows up from his palms, carving into itself until he’s sculpted a near exact replica of the hard-on spearing out from his muscular body.
I swallow.
“Did you just make me an ice dildo?” I ask, eyes following its floating path down past my belly button.
“Sure did, Tempest. Want to prove you can take your mate’s cock?”
I nod, at a loss for words, my eyes not leaving the perfect model of Jax’s thick body, minus the ridges I’m so desperate to feel inside me.
“Open your mouth and spread your legs,” Jax growls out the command, and my knees scrape against the carpet when I widen my stance. He steps closer, and my lips wrap around his tip, tongue swirling eagerly over his piercing, making him hiss. The icy crown of his frost cock notches itself at my center. “Show me how good you’ll take me.”
Bobbing up and down his shaft, I use my hands to spread my saliva over its chillingly sensual length. I jolt when his icy replica enters me, and his jaw tenses, as if he can feel his magic pulsing inch by inch, driving deeper with each stroke.
I pop my mouth off of him, adjusting to the power that’s currently plunging in and out of me, then I trace each line of his frost marks with my tongue. From root to purpling tip, I suck him into my mouth, bringing my hand around him, moving my body with the rhythm of his magic.
“Fuck, Tempest.” His palm slides to my throat, thumb skimming over my pulse. “Think you can take me deeper?”
I’m not sure whether he means my mouth or my body. Splitting my attention, I grab his ass with my free hand. It’s as cool as marble, and tug him closer until he hits the back of my throat and I sputter.
“That’s it.” His icy counterpart drives into me and I suck in a breath at the fullness of it. He cups my cheek, gently brushing it with so much reverence, you’d think he was the one on his knees before me. His words come out between gritted teeth, a harsh but devoted whisper. “Such a perfect mate. I can’t wait to fill you with my knot. Mark and claim you from the inside.”
Jax’s knot teases at my entrance before inching and stretching me further. This time it stays there. His jaw is taut, veins bulging along his neck, as if he’s holding on to every tether to watch everything I’m doing. To make it last.
To savor me as much as I’m savoring him.
“You’re much too good at this. Maybe I should make another one of these so that tight little ass is good and ready for me too.”
I clench around the ice, and it actually feels good. The frost soothes the throb inside, and I wriggle, wanting him to move it again, to keep driving it into me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Tempest?”
I suck on him vigorously, drawing out more mint-chocolate flavored precum as my hand makes long firm strokes. His breaths become pants, and I know he’s close. It only encourages me to take him deeper, riding the frosted shaft beneath me, pulling him further into my mouth until he growls out his release, coating the back of my throat.
“ Damn. Such a perfect needy mate,” he says, brushing my hair as I swallow down the decadent mint-chocolate-milkshake taste of him. “Didn’t waste a drop.”
This isn’t something I’m usually into. Giving head has always been more of a prelude to sex or saved for a special occasion like a birthday. With Jax, though, I’ve never been happier to get on my knees and learn everything about his pleasure.
Someone get me a cup and a thick freaking straw. Jax Frost is my favorite treat.
“Tempest, that was incredible,” he says, drawing my attention. I lick the rest of his ecstasy from my lips with a pleased moan. He eases back, his expression odd, almost sheepish. If he could, I bet he’d be blushing.
“What’s wrong?” I tilt my head to the side, spotting the still huge bulge staring back at me from the base of his shaft. Fully expanded . My lower body pulses around his ice. I’ve been so focused on the dick attached to Jax that I’m only just able to sense the one stilled inside me.
He’s ramrod straight, cum leaking from his tip. I bite my lip, unable to look away.
“Tempest…” He warns, voice a low growl. “If you keep watching me like that I’m going to come again.”
“Again?” My voice shakes with equal parts hunger and nerves.
Trousers appear on the floor, and he clears his throat, waving his hand. His icy twin slides out from me, but before he can remove it all the way, I wrap my hand around his shaft, my other fist squeezing his fully formed knot.
“Holy shit,” Jax hisses, hips jerking forward. His ice plunges back inside me. “What are you do—” He can barely get out the words. I pulse my hand around his knot, mimicking my body’s thrum around the icy one.
Taking him back in my mouth, I wonder if I’m doing this right. A mortal can hope. From the blissed-out expression on Jax’s face and the glint in his eyes as he fights throwing his head back, I’d say that I am.
Look at me, being a good little mate and shit.
He chuckles breathlessly, crooking my face up to look at him. “Are you trying to kill me, Tempest?”
I slide down his shaft, replacing my mouth with my hand.
“I thought you were immortal,” I tease, then flick his tip with my tongue.
His brows scrunch together, hips bucking with my silky strokes. “Let’s see you give that snark when my cock’s buried inside you, pumping you full of me for days.”
Yes, let’s.
I groan and clench around the ice, gliding up and down the shaft while it moves on its own again, giving me the friction my body begs for. A feverish need pulses through me. A desire to claim every inch of him until there’s nothing between us. Nothing but him in me, on me, filling and fulfilling me.
Just the idea sends me over the edge. I’m falling for what feels like the millionth time tonight, my body weak from the repeated bursts of pleasure.
Thick streaks of glistening cum jet across my throat, collarbones, chest, and belly, cool against my skin. The knot starts to disappear as I swipe the last bit from his tip. It sparkles next to my silvery mark in the dim light. I once thought it was a scar of my tragedy, so much from that day was, but this part of me, it connects me to him.
My mate.
Jax gets down on his knees in front of me. “So. Fucking. Beautiful.”
His eyes twinkle and his voice is raw—a shard of something so precious and irreplaceable it steals the breath from my lungs. He summons a washcloth and cleans every inch of me, taking his time and scattering kisses along my skin. The ice within me melts away on a drift of snowflakes, its chill felt even more now that I’m empty.
“Sure I can’t convince you to stick around?” I ask, feeling guilty for even saying the words because I know if he could stay, he would. He doesn’t want to have to leave me again. It’s another crappy rotation on this never-ending cycle of seasons where Fate keeps us just out of reach from one another, occasionally letting our paths collide in the most beautiful harmony.
“I’m certain you can, Tempest.”
It’s oddly reassuring to know that I’m in this with him. Despite the pain of distance, we are etched into each other as much as the frost along his flesh.
He pulls a shirt out from thin air, guiding my hands above my head and slipping it over me. It hangs above my knees and smells just like him. I’ve already decided every moment I’m not out and about, I’ll be cocooned in this. Wrapped up and enveloped in his perfect wintry scent. I lift the hem and inhale the rich, indulgent pine with the tiniest hint of juniper.
“I don’t want to leave, but I need to get things in order so I can go undetected and give my mate the attention she deserves.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither.” He scoops me up and carries me to the bed, tucking me under the covers and then settling in beside me. His body is cold against mine, a chilling reassurance that he’s here as I lay my head on the pillow and fall blissfully asleep.