54. Ava
When I travel home later that afternoon, there’s a huge smile on my face from how fulfilled I am. My old life might be nothing but a distant memory, but Kayleigh shines above all. She’s one person I’ll never be able to forget.
As the car drives through our gated community and pulls up outside Jaxon’s private entrance to the house, I hop out. I’m desperate to share everything that happened today with him—because he is my person.
I wander through the front door and into the kitchen where the smell of food hypnotises me. I’m not even hungry as we ate a few hours ago, but it smells divine.
When I enter Jax is standing there shirtless. My feet halt at the sight of his muscly back. He’s standing over the stove, using one hand to stir whatever he’s cooking in the frying pan. I scan his skin as the muscles contract and relax with each subtle movement. My lips part, and I’m certain I start drooling.
I had no idea I had a thing for backs.
“Are you going to stand there and ogle me?” Jaxon’s deep voice makes me jump. “Or, are you going to come over here and give me a kiss?”
My face starts burning up as I walk towards him. He’s not glanced over his shoulder yet, but I already know there is a shit-eating smirk on his lips.
I glide one of my hands across his bare back and press a kiss to his shoulder blade. Electric sparks shoot down my chest and into the depths of my heart when I kiss him again.
He turns, and I’m met with a grin. “Hey, baby.”
“Hey.” I match his smile.
His body bends, and he leaves a peck on my lips. “How was your day?”
I nod once. “It was good.” I wander to the sink and fill up a cup with water. “I loved spending time alone with Kayleigh. It’s like no time has passed between us.”
“I’m glad.” He turns back to the stove, and I get a side glance of his rock-hard abs. My eyes close for a moment to compose myself. “You okay over there?”
I snap open my gaze to his to find a glint of amusement on his expression. “Huh? Yeah. I’m good. I’m good.”
“What’s campus like?”
“It’s super nice, big, and modern but still has historical buildings and culture. Kayleigh always wanted to go to that university, so I’m glad she got in.” I take a sip of my water and place it down. “She showed me the English block and where all the parties on campus happen. Then we went to the gym, and–”
I stop speaking immediately.
The most amazing yet daring idea pops into my head. A wave of confidence crashes over me, and I have to stop myself from smirking. It’s a childish move, but I’m willing to chance it.
“Oh, yeah?” Jaxon calls out to me.
My teeth clamp onto my bottom lip as I gaze out of the kitchen casually. “And there was this guy at the gym. He said he was a personal trainer.”
Jaxon’s eyes move to mine within milliseconds. I can see him, but I don’t look at him. His jaw clenches. I try to keep composure for my petty trick—I never said I was mature.
“He said he’d be our personal trainer. He was big, you know? Like impressively big and super stron–”
I don’t have time to finish my sentence because Jaxon is in front of me. He laces his fingers through the back of my hair and grips, forcing me to look at him. I shudder at the intensity in his blue gaze.
Boy. He didn’t like that.
“Say that to me again. I dare you.”
My lips part, and he studies the action. “He was big–”
The grip on my hair tightens, and I release the tiniest moan. My legs press together at the shockwaves that invade my nervous system. “He might have been big, but he’s nothing compared to you–”
My eyes flick between his as I suck down the last breath of courage and watch his eyes morph into darkness.
“Alpha.”
He presses me back into the counter within a fraction of a second. I gasp as his body covers mine with possession and dominance. My neck cranks to meet his eyes, and I find myself turning sheepish yet my arousal floods out of me like a river. It’s clear he senses it because his nostrils flare, and I can practically see his heart beating outside of his chest.
“You have no idea what you’ve got yourself in for,” he grunts huskily.
Before I know it, I’m hurled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I yelp out in surprise as he carries me away. My eyes are level with his bare back and then they wander down to his ass. I’m helpless.
Jaxon carries me upstairs without saying a single word. We enter our room, and he throws me down onto the bed, my hair sprawling out across the sheets. He stands at the foot of the bed, looking down on me with dilated eyes.
He kneels onto the mattress and leans over me. At first, he trails his lips across the skin on my neck that’s hot like lava. Both his hands begin to fumble with the buttons on my summer dress. Not being able to wait any longer, he rips the dress open, and the buttons ricochet against the floor.
I release a shaky tremble as his mouth drags across the tops of my breasts—I’m completely exposed because I hate wearing bras. He nips at the skin and removes the rest of the dress from my body. Each kiss is firm and determined. Perfectly placed. I throw my head back against the bed and sigh in satisfaction.
His fingers find my underwear as he pushes them to the side and caresses my core. I moan out loud and spread my legs. I clutch onto the bed sheets when he slips a finger inside me and then another. He doesn’t play around. He quickly thrusts, and my hips buckle. “Holy shit,” I cry out.
My eyes close in shuddering pleasure as he eases his way out and then in. A kiss is pressed to my sternum and over my nipples that are as hard as rocks. He sucks one into his mouth at the same time he curls his fingers inside me.
The sound that comes out of my mouth isn’t human.
“That feel good, baby?”
Our eyes meet, and I bite on my lip hard enough to draw blood. I nod, incapable of words that will make sense as he works his fingers inside me like magic. He tugs and sucks my nipples gently, which makes me jolt, but he holds me down.
Wetness coats my thighs as he works faster and my head is lost in the clouds. He works his way up my neck and over my jaw, where he watches me with adoration and a sprinkle of lust. His lips claim mine, and he knocks all the air out of my lungs when his tongue sweeps my mouth.
I’m on the brink when he speeds up, and I clamp down on his lip, desperate to fall over the edge. I’m building and building. I groan into the kiss—seconds away from absolute pleasure.
Then he pulls his fingers from me, and I glare at him in desperation. I hate the smirk that sits on his face. “W-wha–” I can hardly get the words out as I watch him suck on his fingers. “Jax, please.”
He quirks a brow in my direction as he sits back on his knees, staring down at me with misty eyes. “You think I didn’t hear your little thoughts earlier today slip through our bond?”
“I used my barriers,” I heave.
Jaxon releases a wicked laugh that sends shivers to my toes. “Not well enough, baby.”
“What did you hear?”
“Most of it.”
I throw my head back to the bed. I’m pooling with heat. My heart rattles so loud I’m sure he can hear it. He crawls over my body once more and kisses me with rough passion. “You tell me the fucking second I cross any boundaries. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he grunts against my mouth.
He flips me around so I’m face-down in the bed and slaps his hand across my ass. I moan into the sheets as the pain spreads into warmth and pleasure. My fingers curl into the duvet for leverage.
When he slips my underwear down my legs and presses his finger against my slit, I groan loudly. He pulls my hips back so I’m now on all fours with a handprint branding my ass. A liberating thrill rushes down my spine, and my core throbs in desperate need to finish.
He spanks me again and then rubs his hand across the skin with reassurance. I scream out in pure ecstasy. “Fuck, baby,” he rasps. “You’re so wet for me.”
The spot on my ass burns but in a way that reminds me I’m alive. I don’t like it; I love it. He’s driving me crazy, and he’s barely touched me. This is everything I wanted and more.
I crank my neck backwards to look at him as he discards his trousers and boxers and fists his cock. I quiver as he kneels behind me and positions himself at my entrance. For a few moments, he teases me, I try to push back in anticipation, but he tuts, and I’m met with another spank.
“Jax,” I cry.
“You okay?”
My teeth sink into my lip as I nod. “Please. I need you.”
He pushes into me, and my entire world stops. My lips part, and I exhale a deep moan of pleasure. His hand presses down on my waist, pinning me to the bed as he sinks further. He fills me until I’m full and squirming under his weight.
“Jax,” I say breathlessly.
I’m already close. After being teased, I’m ready to detonate.
My eyes begin to water with how perfect he feels inside me. I listen to the groan that escapes his lips, and it’s almost enough to shoot me past the finishing line. But he starts to speed up, his skin slapping against mine. His other hand pins my neck down as he rests his lips against my ear. “Is this what you wanted?”
I whimper. “Yes.”
His cock fills me with each thrust, and I’m floating. Physically floating.
“I want you to come for me. Right. Now.”
Those thrusts are strong and powerful. It takes seconds for me to do as he says. I come. I come so hard I don’t even register the words that are falling from the back of my throat. My mind erupts with stars, and I burst.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “Good girl.”
Pressure builds along my lash line as I gasp for breath. My body is still jolting as he continues to fuck me. “Fuck, Jax.”
He slows down so I can finally suck some air into my lungs. He flips me back over and praises my body with eyes that remind me of a hungry lion. Primal. He wants me, and it’s written all over his face.
I press my palm to the centre of his chest, feeling the warmth and hardness of his muscles. He pushes back inside me and hoists one leg over his shoulder. He presses his nose against mine and watches my facial expressions as he pounds into me with sharp and determined thrusts.
Every inch of me melts into the bed as he presses my other leg down by my knee. It gives him deeper access, and I’m ready to lose my mind entirely. His pace is slower than before but enough to make me lose my train of thought.
His hand slips up my sternum, grazing my nipples on the way. He wraps his hand loosely around the base of my throat, and I almost come there and then. My lips tremble as my walls tighten around him, eager for my next climax.
“Goddess, look at you,” he rasps. “So fucking beautiful. You were made for me. All for me.”
Jax growls when I moan. “Oh my God.”
His hand around my throat tightens an inch, but it sends a thrill down my spine and makes my pussy throb. He looks me dead in the eye.
“Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
His eyes turn impossibly darker. “I want you to say it.”
“I’m yours, Jax. Only yours.”
The hand around my neck is replaced with his lips. He kisses across the base of my throat as he continues to hit my g-spot with every movement of his hips. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin. He hisses into my neck but doesn’t complain.
“That’s right. You’re mine. Only mine. And I am all yours, baby. Every inch of me is yours,” he grunts intensely. “We belong to each other.”
I gasp when his canines lightly graze my sensitive flesh. My hands grip onto him urgently. Tears swim in my eyes as my orgasm explodes, and he plunges his teeth into my skin.
For a split second, I am in agony. My heart clenches and stops until my body bursts into endless rapture. He continues to pound into me. Everything trembles with my climax heightened. I’m certain I levitate at some point or have some out-of-body experience. I’m swarmed with all of his emotions—my head pivots as I tremble.
Jaxon starts to lick and kiss where he marked me, treasuring the bite with everything. His lips vibrate against my tender mark as he comes shortly after me. My arms drop to the bed, unable to move a muscle.
Suddenly, a gust of cold washes over me like a bucket of ice. My vision becomes hazy and Jaxon’s touch starts to feel numb. He pulls himself from me before wrapping me up in a blanket and tugging me onto his chest. “Baby.” His voice sounds concerned. “Your skin is boiling.”
He raises a hand to my forehead and flinches from the heat. I can barely keep my eyes open. I shake my head at his words. It’s like I’m neck-deep in a pile of snow. “I’m so c-cold.”
“No, Ava. You’re on fire,” he murmurs. “Do you feel okay? Did I hurt you?”
His fingers move a piece of hair clung to my forehead. “No, I–” I whisper weakly. I can’t even finish my sentence.
Jaxon kisses my forehead and holds me impossibly tighter. “Your body is most likely adjusting to my mark. I’ll run you a bath.”
I smile as best as I can with my eyes still shut.
“I love you,” I say quietly.
He rests his forehead against mine. “I love you, too, baby.”