39. Jax
39
JAX
J olie’s teeth break my skin, and I freeze beneath her. Face covered in her release, I’m suddenly fighting the urges rising up in me. I want to give into them so badly. The pain in my thigh is searing, but Jolie licks at her fresh marks with her tongue, soothing them.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Tempest,” I say, keeping my voice low. I fist the comforter, fear holding me back. “Is this—” I hesitate, unsure what to say. I don’t want her to regret this. On the other hand, I’ve waited all my immortal life for this bond. For her. “Did you mean to do that?”
She looks over her shoulder, tongue dragging over her lips.“Yes, Jax. I want you to claim me.”
Her icy-blue eyes flash at me with so much certainty. In an instant I’m sitting up and repositioning us, kissing up her back until I reach the base of her neck. My body curls around hers.
“You want my knot?” I whisper into her ear, my cock pressing against her pussy. She gives two quick nods, getting on all fours in front of me. Baring herself to me. I lick my lips, tasting the remnants of her desire, then run the tip of my cock along her slit, rubbing my piercing against her until her hips wiggle. I line myself up and thrust inside her, and she pushes back, meeting me with a gasp.
Someone’s eager.
She moves to sink further down, but I grip her hips, holding her in place. “Beg me for it.”
Her chest heaves, nipples peaked into hardened nubs. I thumb over one and then the other. “Please, Jax,” she whimpers. “Please give me your knot.”
“I think my mate wants more than that.” I nip the shell of her ear and her pussy clenches around me. She releases an unsteady breath, white painting the air, and I pull out an inch before sliding back in, teasing her until her arms are shaking to keep her on all fours. “Don’t you, Tempest?”
She groans, panting as I continue to pulse against her. “I—”
“Don’t be shy. Tell me.”
I need her to say the words. To let go with me. If I’m unleashing with her tonight, claiming her in return, then I want her to relinquish herself to our instincts. She may not be a harbinger, but she’s my mate, primed to fully solidify our bond.
“Fuck me. Bite me. Claim me. Please.” She bites her lip, and I can’t stop myself from nipping at it, kissing her feverishly until it’s swollen. Hearing the desperate inflection as she confesses each desire, it’s the final confirmation I need.
I bury myself in her, and she cries out as her pussy grips me like a fucking lifeline. “I’m going to take you so hard, when you come on this cock, I will be drenched. Then I’ll bite you. Fill your sweet pussy. Do it over and over again until I’m leaking down your thighs.” She whimpers at that, and fuck if it doesn’t do something to me. “You want that, Tempest?”
“Yes, Jax. Please.” That’s when I really start to thrust, driving my hips in and out of her. Her plea makes my knot expand, and she hisses. I wrap her chocolate strands around my fist and pull her up to me, my other hand cupping her breast, thumb stroking her nipple.
“I love you, Jax,” she breathes out. “Make me yours.”
Her body shakes against me. I plunge into her hard and fast, our bodies slapping in a frantic rhythm that echoes through the small dome. “I love you so fucking much, Tempest.”
I want to make her scream. For our bodies to be so loud they shake the walls down. So destructive the world tremors with the depth of my want for her. Causes an avalanche.
The aching need I have when it comes to my Tempest, it’s been cultivated by months of desperation and my sacrifice that got us here. One I’d make over and over again.
Her vibrancy is what I cling to every minute of every season we’re apart. I hate that it’ll happen, that spring will come, but there’s also beauty in the seasons. They’re constantly changing. Some may break us, but then they’ll make way for the next. Eventually, winter will return, just as I’ll always return to Jolie.
I want to fill her, coat her in my scent, cover her in my frost. Ingrain myself so deeply into every inch of her that every harbinger who crosses her path knows that this mortal is fierce and perfect and mine .
Jolie arches, taking me deeper. Then she reaches behind her, stretching her neck before me. Her fingers thread through my hair, and I graze my teeth along her throat. She smells so goddamn good. I arc one hand over her hip and find her clit, and her pussy pulses violently around me as she comes.
Pleasure spears down my spine, and I growl before sinking my teeth into her neck. Copper coats my tongue. Her. It’s a rush nothing compares to. My mate mark glows with silver luminescence along with the one between her ribs. They flare as one, pulsing with the beat of her heart. The one that beats for the both of us.
Our hips move in unison, seeking more, locked together. My fingers work expertly over Jolie’s clit, and her pussy draws out every ounce from my knot. I come, and come, and come. Minutes turn into hours. Moonlight spins into dawn. There’s only my mate, our bond, and this inescapable pleasure. I clutch each moment with her. They’re the lifelines I’ll cling to through the coming seasons.
“Jax?” Jolie asks when morning is in full swing, the other campers making their way out of their dens. “What happens next?”
“Now that the bond is accepted, you’ll be able to sense me just as I sense you. I don’t know how you being mortal will impact things, but you should be able to at least sense my emotions.” I press a kiss into her hair. “You’ll be able to contact me through our mind connection.”
Her head cranes back to look at me, brows lifted in surprise. “How—”
“Place a hand on your mark and think what you want to say.”
I guide her hand to her sternum, its faint glow reflecting into her palm before I press it against her skin. “Now try.”
There’s silence for a moment. Then I hear her voice faintly in the back of my mind. A sound I’ll treasure forever. “Jax?”
“Tempest.”
“I did it!”
Giddy bubbles fill her words, and pressure builds behind my eyes. I blink away the tears and bring my hand to my own mark, certain if I try to say the words aloud, my voice will crack under the weight of my joy. “You’re a natural.”
“It’s easy to be when I’m yours.”
Yours.
I was someone’s. A belonging I’ve craved for as long as I could remember. I loved my Frost family. They embraced me when I’d been lost to the mortal world, lost to my mother, father, and brother. But once I was old enough, I watched each season as everyone paired off, finding their mates, building a life beyond their lifetime.
And I was alone.
Well, not completely.
Hope’s been my constant companion, beating within me along with each glorious thud of Jolie’s heart. And while I still don’t know what our future will bring beyond her mortal years, our mate bond is real and whole.
“I love the way that sounds on your lips, Tempest.”
“Want me to say it again?”
“Always.”
She stretches and wriggles her hips, shifting so I come out of her. The moment the air kisses my sensitive skin, I miss being engulfed in her warmth. Pearly streaks coat her inner thighs, dripping down as she rolls me over to straddle me. I swipe some up with my finger and bring it to her clit, circling it in a wreath of pleasure. In a fluid motion, she wraps her fingers around me, then sinks down onto my cock. I watch our bodies join fully, my knot spreading her lips wide so I can see her taking in every inch of me.
Her voice pulls my attention to her icy-blue eyes. “I’m yours, Jax. And you are mine. My mate. My love. My life .”