52. Anna

52

Anna

Oh. My. God.

I couldn't hold back as I stared at the magic in front of me. Throwing my head back, my wolf howled in triumph.

I could wield magic in my wolf form.

Running, I'd done my best to purge all the doubt from my mind and just let my wolf enjoy her run, but once I gave her full reign, she'd completely taken over. When I tried to take that control back, she refused. I'd been about to force her under when she'd asked me for one simple thing.

Trust.

So, I'd trusted her, and it had taken her all of two seconds to build the forcefield.

Fire wasn't the result of things that had gone wrong. It was the basis of what I needed.

Slowly, I shifted and looked over at Jax. He was staring at my forcefield. "Did you let me in?" he asked hoarsely.

"I don't think my wolf would lock you out of anything, no matter how hard she tried," I said softly. "Are you all right?"

"Me? I should be asking you that. Anna, this is incredible. Is it still active? Or does it need the fire?"

"No, it's still up. I can feel it. Give me your hand."

He didn't even hesitate, and I stretched his arm out until we could touch the colors swirling in a vortex around me. I knew he couldn't see the colors, but if I was right, then he'd feel the barrier. I didn't think it would hurt him. I couldn't imagine my wolf doing any magic that would hurt him.

He inhaled sharply. "It's warm. Like a fire had just been burning through the air. You did this."

"My wolf did it." Stepping back, I stared at the vortex. It was bigger than anything I'd tried before. Big enough for Jax and I to move around freely, but it was taking energy. I didn't know how much longer I could power it.

She could power it.

"We were running, and I felt this absolute freedom. I let her take over, completely, and that's when she went off the path. She wanted to show me that we could do it. The Crone said I should meditate with my wolf. She suspected my wolf had spent more time with my magic than I, that she knew more about it. I don't think she expected that my wolf could power the damn spell."

His eyes were dark as he stared at me. "That's not all that your wolf is doing," he growled. "Is this vortex meant to protect us or trap us?"

Confused, I stared at him.

"What do you mean? Not trap." Knowing exactly what he was feeling, I smiled coyly. "After all, if you're uncomfortable, you can leave whenever you want. As for anything getting in, I don't know. I don't exactly have a way of testing it."

"Can they see us?" His gaze was growing as hungry as my own. Like him, I wasn't all that certain this was a forcefield. It was starting to feel like a hot spot.

One created just for the two of us. The more time I spent in it, the wetter I grew.

"I don't know," I whispered honestly and licked my lips. Did it even matter? "You'd have to step out of it and see."

"Your wolf is playing games with me."

"No games. Just playing." We were already naked. All I had to do was reach for him, touch him, and he'd be mine.

There was a strange power in knowing that.

"Is that the magic making you smile?" he asked huskily, still keeping his distance. He wasn't afraid of me or the magic. He was playing his own game.

Testing him, I took a step to the left.

He took a step to his left, keeping equal distance between us.

"No. I was just thinking that to have you, all I have to do is reach for you."

"That's always the case, darling. No sex magic involved."

Sex magic. Is that what he thought this was? I didn't think so. "Not sex magic. Just a pocket of area where we can be free. No responsibilities. No threats. Just us. Ever thought about what you wanted to do to me if it was just us?"

"Every day, but this is your magic. Is there something you want to do to me?"

I moved slowly, closing the distance between us. Having Jax completely under my control was not something I'd ever envisioned, yet here we were. He was letting me take the lead. He was giving me all the power.

It was my magic.

"Does it ever scare you? What I'm becoming?"

He didn't move as I skimmed my knuckles along his bare chest. He really was magnificent looking. Hard muscles. Warm supple skin. A face that made me weak in the knees. Really, everything about him made me a little weak.

Capturing my hands, he kissed the palms. "Nothing about you scares me, Anna, except the thought of losing you. You are exactly who you're meant to be. You, and your wolf, are incredible."

"On the ground," I whispered as I stepped away from him.

His eyebrows drew up, but with a smirk, he slowly lowered himself to the ground and rolled on his back. "Is this what you had in mind?"

"That is exactly what I had in mind." Kneeling next to him, I ran my hands over his body, stopping to run a finger lightly over his erect cock. "My magic scares me, Jax. It's just the next thing in a long line of things that tie me down. I feel like I've never been free except when I'm with you."

Planting my hands on his chest, I swiveled around and straddled his face. "Make me come," I demanded. "Make me free."

As soon as his mouth latched around my pussy, pleasure soared through me. I lasted all of five seconds grinding on his face before I fell across his chest and scored my nails along his side. He knew just how to push me to the breaking point and then back off, allowing me to come back down so he could torture me all over again.

"Fuck," I grunted as his tongue flicked over my clit. Every part of me was aching for release, but he was having too much fun playing with me. I writhed against him. I'd wanted to control, but instead, I was once again at his mercy.

That wouldn't do at all.

Grasping his cock, I squeezed, earning a quiet grunt from him. For every lick he gave me, I stroked, and every time he stopped, I stopped.

"Playing games, Anna?" He murmured as he kissed my inner thighs.

"Just playing your game."

He chuckled low, sending the vibrations through my pussy, and I hummed as I took his cock in my mouth.

After that, the games were over. His arms anchored me against his face as I sucked him deeper, and his moans hit every nerve of pleasure in my body. He ate me like a starving man, and when I finally hit that peak, I squirmed against him as he sucked through my orgasm. Pleasure rolled through me, followed by continued peaks, and not once did I take my mouth off him.

Finally, he hissed. "Fuck, Anna, that is so good. Swallow me, baby. Take it all. Every. Fucking. Drop."

Bucking his hips, he came straight into my mouth, and I didn't miss a beat.

When it was over, he swung my legs to the side, sat up, and pulled me up against his chest before he laid back down again in the dirt. Resting my head against his chest, I closed my eyes.

"Do you ever wonder if it's going to be the last time," I whispered. "Our last time together. Our last night."

"No," he growled. "There is nothing that I would not do to save you, Anna. Maeve is nothing. She won't have you. Nothing will."

I wanted to believe him. To believe that it was just a seed of fear that grew out of proportion over the years but didn't mean anything.

I was strange, but I couldn't be the end to the mountain, could I?

Eventually, it would be too much. I would be too much. Jax would find his limit.

And I hated to think of what he would lose before that happened.