36. Jax

Chapter 36

Jax

F uck. He'd forgotten how tight she was, her cunt surely going to strangle his cock. He had to take his time, otherwise he risked hurting her with how much he was holding back.

"Ask me what I want, little thief."

Her eyes were like saucers, pupils so wide they obscured the beautiful copper brown. Each breath was a struggle, the skin of her breasts flushed. It highlighted the tightness of her nipples, ones that begged to be tortured with his teeth.

But he wasn't yet ready to turn her, needing to prep before she could take his size.

So, he kept his jeans on, knowing that as soon as they were off, he wouldn't be able to stop himself from finally taking her. He should win a fucking reward for his patience, especially when Thea's cunt trembled around his finger.

"Thea?" he growled, thumb brushing over the little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. It was like she'd been electrocuted, her body arching at only the slightest of touch. She was already so close, and every second was snapping at his control. "Ask me what I want."

She was so fucking wet, her thighs slick with it. His finger had worked her up so easily, and now, as he teased a second time, her lips opened with a gasp.

"What… what do you want?"

His fingers thrust, twisting to brush the spot inside that had her moans vibrating straight down the length of his cock. He set a steady rhythm, watching her breasts bounce and her cries reach fever pitch. But just before she went over the edge, he burrowed his spare hand into her hair, forcing her up to meet his gaze in the reflection.

"Everything."

Pulling her head back, his lips claimed hers just as the first ripple of her orgasm ripped through her, his tongue tasting her scream as she gushed over his hand. She tasted like sweetness and sin. Life and death. Before he lived in a world shadowed in darkness, but now he was all about the fucking rainbows.

Thea moaned against his lips, wiggling against him so she could finally turn. There was fire in her gaze, her expression set with a determination he couldn't help but revel in. He didn't stop her when she went for the fastening of his jeans, her movements rushed.

He groaned when she finally freed his cock, the length aching with how hard he was.

"Don't worry," he said when she paused. "It'll fit."

THEA

It's not going to fit.

Nope.

Not happening.

She couldn't even close her hand around the fucking thing.

That wasn't a cock. It was an anaconda.

Jax's laugh echoed around her, the sound so deep and surprising it took a second to realise what it was. And also the fact she'd said her last comment out loud rather than in the privacy of her own head.

"Trust me?" he said, his low tone pure sex and sin.

He could probably make her orgasm with his voice alone.

Before she lost her nerve, she pulled him back down to meet her lips, finding the roughness of his scar. She found she loved the texture, destroying every kiss before him, and would likely ruin every one after.

His hands were tight against her skin, stroking and shaping every curve until they settled on her butt and lifted. She immediately wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling his cock slide between.

Fuck. He really was big. And the idea he was about to be inside her made her core clench in anticipation.

"You going to be a good girl and take all of me?"

Thea shivered at his words, her back pressing against cool tiles seconds later. Water followed, the above shower a waterfall that surrounded them in warmth. If he didn't fuck her soon, she was going to lose it. He'd teased her for far too long, driving her crazy with his stoic expression yet intense glances.

"Jax," she begged, attempting to rub her pussy against the head of his thick cock. Except he held her still, poised above him with the patience of a saint. A strangely feminine part of her fucking loved that kind of strength, because if the roles were reversed she would have totally ridden him like a mad woman. "Don't make me – "

His cock began spreading her open, stretching her pussy with a delicious burn that had her groaning. It was agonisingly slow, and if it wasn't for the water flowing over them, she'd have broken out in a sweat. Thea had never felt herself stretch to the absolute limit, and looking down, she realised he was only halfway in.

"You can do it," he praised, hands clenching hard enough to bruise. "Look at how well you're taking me." His hips thrust a little, sinking another inch.

Thea moaned, enjoying the deep ache as another thrust drove him further into her body. His lips found her nipple, the tug of his teeth over the sensitive flesh forcing another cry.

Her clit thrummed like a pulse, so sensitive from the water dripping down both their bodies, settling at where they joined.

"Ready?" he asked, one hand reaching up to collar her throat and pinning her to the wall, while the other kept her hips perfectly positioned.

Thea swallowed; a wet Jax with the expression of a sex god was a picture she wanted to capture forever. "Fuck yes."

He smiled, his fingers tightening on her throat a little more before his lips crashed against hers. Wild magic hummed beneath her skin, growing with every flick of his tongue. His hips rocked, her pussy squeezing every movement, and in one harsh thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her.

Her mind blanked, the ability to make a comprehensive thought no longer available. There was nothing but the sensation of being stretched, full.

Jax held himself rigid, his breathing as harsh as hers as he waited for her to accommodate his size. It was only when she tried to wiggle did he finally begin to move, pulling out a little before thrusting back inside. Each time she had to re-adjust, Jax perfectly balancing the edge between pain and pleasure. His fingers constricted her throat, allowing only the smallest garbled sounds out as he fucked her against the shower wall.

But it wasn't enough. She wanted more, needed it.

Hands fisting into his hair, she yanked him closer, biting across his lips to the sound of his growl.

"Don't hold back. I can take it."

He smirked, his next kiss all consuming.

As soon as her feet touched the floor, she was turned, his cock bottoming out in a single, powerful thrust. This time there was nothing to stop her scream, the sound echoing around them as he fucked as if he was worshiping every inch of her body. His hands stroked, shaping while his cock reached even deeper from this angle. His lips brushed against her shoulders, far too gentle compared to what he was doing to her pussy. Grabbing both her hands into one of his, he pulled her back to arch, somehow forcing his cock impossibly further.

"Fuck," he growled, pulling all the way out, only to thrust hard enough it knocked the air from her lungs. "Your cunt's mine, little thief."

She should disagree, but she couldn't. Not when he was making her feel so good. The water, the heat, the cacophony of moans and explicit slaps of his flesh against hers. He fucked her like a god, and when his finger finally brushed against her clit, she shattered into a million pieces. There was no build-up, no warning. It was as if he controlled her body, drawing out her pleasure until the orgasm tore through her like a tsunami. Her legs weakened, shaking. If it wasn't for her wrists pinned behind her, his hand holding her weight, she'd have collapsed. He fucked her in a frenzy, hips knocking roughly against her butt until he came with a groan, his cock swelling inside her.

Thea shook, her heartbeat clearly trying to break free. The water cooled, and she winced when he finally pulled free of her body. The sense of emptiness was immediate, the ache pulsating even as Jax's fingers brushed against her.

"Jax," she moaned, arching back against his chest when he released her wrists.

He replied by circling her clit, his head dipping to kiss the side of her neck. "I didn't say we were finished." He brought her to one more orgasm, her muscles slack and bones loose when he finally began to reach for the soap. He washed her body, taking his time before moving onto her hair.

Thea laughed, and she swore she felt him smile against her skin. "You're better in the shower than Thunder."

He froze for the briefest second before turning her to face him. "You've showered with Thunder?"

"Well." She shrugged, teasing him with a smile. "He invited himself."

Jax's face was empty but for his eyes, which expressed more than he believed. "I was supposed to meet Riley ten minutes ago."

Thea snorted, the laugh more of an undignified cackle. "You should probably go, I need to catch up with Molly, anyway."

Turning the water off, Jax left her with a kiss that had her heart racing once again.

"Go," she said, having to push him away. "I'll come find you."

Thea waited for him to leave, hearing drawers opening as he threw on clothes before the distinctive sound of the door closing. It gave her a moment to calm down, the warmth of their mating bond spreading through her chest. Rubbing a hand across her heart, she strangled the connection, despite finding comfort in it.

She hadn't decided what she wanted. Sex was one thing, even out of this world sex. An undivorceable marriage was something else entirely.

She caught a flash of white in the mirror, Thea turning to check out the soggy bandage on her side. The wound beneath twinged, and only now could she feel its dull ache.

Unlike other Fae, her healing abilities were marginally better than a human, meaning it would take a while for the wound to close. Except the one on her shoulder already looked weeks old. Fingering the edge, she stared at her reflection, her lips swollen and skin flushed. Her hair was more silver than pink, the charm about to expire. Reaching for her toe, she pulled it off, settling it on the glass shelf. Her natural hair glistened, even when wet.

It was beautiful, but it reminded her of what she was: a leech. Looking away, she grabbed a towel before searching for her phone, finding it beside the pink pillow. Flipping through the contacts she found Molly, and when her sister didn't answer, she tried her mum. Same result.

She heard a gentle knock, followed by a familiar voice. "Hey."

Thea clutched at her towel, throwing her phone back on the bed before facing her friend with a grin. "Did you know I accidentally made you my owner when I let you borrow my bracelet?"

Harper closed the space, crushing her into a hug. "Your pixie just told me. I'd be more annoyed, except that bracelet saved my life. I suppose you want it back?"

Harper pulled the thin silvery rope from her wrist. The bead fractured from when she'd used it. But as soon as it slipped off her fingers, the bead popped, the crack repairing in a flash of white.

The rope around her own wrist warmed, and finally Thea was able to remove it. Which just left Jax's slim bands, the fucking things. She'd grown so used to their weight that she'd forgotten to make him remove them.

"So," Harper began. "Want to talk about it?"

"Nope." Thea pursed her lips, adding an extra pop to the P.

"I distinctly remember you calling him unpleasant names." Harper's perfectly shaped brow rose.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Thea lied. "I'm a huge fan of his – " Don't say dick. " – personality."

Harper eyed her. "Sure."

Swallowing her laughter, she gestured for Harper to stay. "Give me a minute," she said over her shoulder, returning to the bathroom to find her clothes exactly where she'd left them. Without other options, she threw them back on, fingering the hole in the shirt.

For years, she had known Roach, and Thea would have called her a friend. Years of shared memories, and it had only taken Roach seconds to destroy it.

"Thea." Harper appeared at the threshold, eyes saddened. "You need to take this." She held out Thea's phone, the screen showing a new message.

The words blurred, panic building until wild magic swarmed. "I've got to go," she said, the words barely a whisper.