46. Jax

Chapter 46

Jax

T here was no waking gradually.

He was asleep, his mind at total rest, and then he simply wasn't.

Whenever he relented control to his beast, there was nothing. Not a single thought or sense of awareness. He'd always explained it was like a switch, one that turned him on and off. So, when it turned on again, everything came back in an overwhelming rush.

Thea.

His first thought, the panic spiking until he looked down, and found that she was fast asleep. She snored, a gentle vibration that made him want to bury his nose against her and just inhale.

But instead, Jax kept himself still, his breathing even. It took a second for him to become accustomed to his own body, to fully appreciate that he'd survived. He felt… good. Healed.

There wasn't a single twinge, or even ache. Which meant there'd been some kind of miracle, because he'd felt his heart stop.

He was resilient, but he wasn't immortal .

His last memory was of him using his last ounce of strength to force Thunder out to protect her, but that shouldn't have been enough to stop death. But there he was, with a heartbeat. Alive.

Thea smiled in her sleep.

Mine.

Their mating bond was strong, a possessive brand across his heart. It was as if he was sat by a fire, her presence bathing him in warmth. He couldn't believe that even after years of watching his brothers find theirs, he'd never cared for a mate. At least, until he'd set his eyes on her. Once was enough, and now she was everything he never knew he wanted.

And she was finally his.

A few bruises decorated her face, but nothing compared to what they should be. Her hair was its natural glittering silver, knotted on top of her head and tickling his nose. She wore one of his T-shirts, long enough it would cover her arse if it hadn't ridden up in her sleep, showing she wore nothing beneath. But it also showed the marks along her back, the initial wounds healed to leave yellow bruises.

Fuck . How long was he out?

Thunder refused to share his memories of when he was in control, already relaxing into his own rest. But he still remained present, as enamoured by Thea as Jax was.

Not wanting to disturb her, Jax gently brushed a strand from her face.

She frowned, wrinkling her nose as she reached up to scratch her cheek, only for her hands to be covered in a pair of socks to protect his skin from her palms. Black, to be exact. Large enough to reach up to her elbows, which meant they were also his.

"Stop it," she mumbled, still half asleep. With a sigh, she wiggled closer, which brought her flush against his erection.

Biting back a groan, Jax stroked over her creamy thighs, tugging the T-shirt up even further. She wasn't wearing a bra, his fingers brushing beneath the swells of her breasts.

Her eyes snapped open, but before she could move he pulled her beneath him.

"Jax?"

He answered her with a kiss edged with desperation, crushing her mouth like a man possessed. He was aware he was acting like a savage, primal desire searing through his veins. But he didn't seem to care, not when his hands ached with the need to touch her. He wasn't sure how long he'd been gone, but waking with her curled beside him was too much for him to deny.

Thea moaned against his lips, encouraging him with little throaty sounds of impatience.

He gave her a second to catch her breath, enough time for her to lose the socks and for her fingers to wrap into his hair and pull. He let her take control, feeling everything in her kiss. Her anger. Her fear.

She was his last thought before death, and then when he'd woken, his first.

Soft hands brushed across his shoulders, only to push against him far gentler than she should if she really wanted him to move.

"Be careful," she said, lips swollen and face flushed. "You were really hurt."

Careful? he thought, letting out a laugh, the sound lighting up her face. He went for another kiss, nibbling along her lips and the side of her neck while pressing his hips into hers, only for her to wince.

Jax froze, realising he'd put pressure on her bruises. Flipping over, he pulled her to straddle him. His cock strained, wanting attention. But he knew his mate, and her fingers immediately brushed across his chest in reassurance. His skin was smooth, whole. There was no gaping hole in his shoulder, or deep wound directly above his heart. There wasn't even a scar.

"You're really okay?" She frowned, as if she couldn't quite believe he was there.

In answer, he tugged off her shirt, leaving her entirely bare for him.

"Jax," she growled, but there was a smile there, hidden beneath her worry for him. No one but his brothers had ever worried for him. "You don't get to do the intimidating silence thing right now."

He raised his brows, reaching up to gently twist her right nipple.

"Insufferable." She slapped his hand away with a scowl. "Tell me you're okay."

"Better when you come on my face."

"Jax!" She blushed, the colour starting on her cheeks before sweeping over her breasts. Her nipple piercings glinted in the early morning light, the little balls cold when he sat up and took them in his mouth. "Fuck!" she groaned, rocking herself against his straining cock.

Jax kept her nipple between his teeth.

"Careful," she panted. "You could still have some internal injuries."

Biting hard enough for her to gasp, his tongue swept over the small wound. He wanted to tease, to devour until she screamed his name. Until she begged him to fuck her. But he found he lacked his usual patience, the need to take his mate intensifying until it crackled in his veins.

Thunder pressed, his need for her almost as strong as his own. SHE'S READY, he growled. MATE HER.

She tugged his head back, her pupils blown as she sought out his next kiss with little throaty sounds. Her hands moved to his pecs, nails lightly scratching their way down until she found his cock. Jax automatically thrust into her grip, already slick with need, as her thumb brushed across the head.

"Fuck," she gasped. "How did this even fit?"

"It's tight," he groaned, his body aching with how taut he held it.

She shivered at his words, and it took every ounce of strength not to just shift her hips a little and impale her straight. He knew she could take him, his pretty little thief. But he'd never want to hurt her. No, he needed to prep, which meant he needed to taste. Fucking devour her until she was hot and ready for him.

Another shallow thrust, his cock so hard it fucking hurt. She could barely hold him, even with two fists wrapped around his length. The sight almost made him come, especially when he noticed the bands glinting against her skin.

A dangerous desire filled his head.

He'd created them specifically for her, a special design for this exact moment.

Distracting her with another kiss, he pulled her hands up, only to click the bands into the grooves he'd especially created on his headboard.

Thea gasped, taking a second to realise he'd locked her in place. "Are you serious?" She tried to tug, but no one but himself knew how to unlock them, which left her entirely at his mercy.

Jax chuckled, his hands sliding beneath her thighs so he could lift and scoot beneath until her cunt glistened, wet and swollen above his face. Thea wiggled, trying to press her legs together. But she was stuck, his shoulders forcing her to spread wide .

He blew a breath, and Thea moaned low in her throat. "Jax, please!"

He blew another breath, watching her cunt clench in anticipation. "Be a good girl and sit on my face."

Thea's thighs trembled, fighting even as her juices dripped onto his tongue.

Fuck. She tasted delicious.

She tasted like his.

Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her down until she had no choice but to suffocate him. The flat of his tongue lapped along her slit before circling her clit, his licks getting harder with every stroke. She barely muffled her scream, but he refused to give her a break, eating her like a man who'd almost died.

There was no patience or teasing. There was too much tension between them. No, this first time had to be fast and rough. The second, he'd take his time. Maybe.

Rocking against him, she chased her orgasm even while locked to the spot. Her body was arched beautifully, tits swaying while he happily devoured her needy pussy, his hands keeping her spread and open for him.

Her cries became louder, harsher until it was nothing more than animalistic moans. She was already so close, he could feel it in the way she tensed on his tongue, her clit pulsating.

Sucking her into his mouth, he growled, allowing the vibration from his throat all the way into his chest to press against her. Thea cried out as she came, soaking his face.

It was the sweetest form of submission, but Jax was losing it, the need to take her growing until it was all he could think about. Their mating bond thrummed, electric in sensation and heightening every brush of his fingers against her skin.

"Look how well you come for me." He carefully removed himself from underneath her. Thea had sagged forward, her breathing ragged, with her head resting against her arm, wrists still locked in place.

She whimpered when he positioned himself behind, his finger brushing against her pink, swollen flesh.

"Mine."

THEA

She was so wet, her thighs and the sheets beneath grew slick with it. The orgasm had torn through her body like a hurricane, taking with it her strength as well as her brain, apparently.

She stilled when she felt Jax position himself behind, her internal muscles quivering with anticipation. Her hands were completely locked to the headboard, keeping her body arched at an angle. She'd laugh at the situation if she wasn't so dizzy with dopamine.

Bloody sex cuffs. That was what he'd given her.

She probably could have guessed from all the penises engraved on them.

Using his thighs, Jax spread her further, a moan escaping her throat. She was completely exposed, and with anyone else, she'd have put a stop to it.

But she trusted him entirely, knowing he'd never hurt her.

"Fucking beautiful," he rasped, slipping a single, thick finger inside. He thrust roughly, her pussy parting to take him. "Next time, you're going to sit on my cock at the club, your stretched cunt hidden only by a pretty pink skirt." Twisting, he brushed against the spot inside that had her panting .

Thea groaned when he pressed a second finger, her pussy so wet for him it was almost embarrassing.

Jax kept thrusting with a hurried pace, bending over until his breath teased against her ear. "You're not going to move; just sit, taking me to the hilt while I slowly rub your clit until I feel you tighten and clench over and over."

Knowing he preferred silence, every word he spoke made it that much more obscene.

"You going to come for me?"

She felt her second orgasm looming, dancing at the very edge… but just as she was about to peak, he removed his fingers.

"Jax!" she cried, but the disappointment lasted barely a second before she felt the head of his cock. Even his fingers couldn't prepare her for his size.

Jax hissed as he thrust in an inch, her pussy already aching with the stretch. She could feel it from the tension in his thighs how much he was holding himself back, but she was beyond waiting. She'd thought she'd lost him, so now she wanted to feel him. All of him.

Wiggling, she tried to press back, but he had her positioned perfectly.

"Thea," he warned, voice strained.

"Fuck me," she begged. She knew she could take him, that he would fit. She wanted the pain, to feel him for days later. "Please, I need – "

He thrust forward, her body taking him entirely as he bottomed out. Thea cried out loud, Jax giving her only a second to adjust to his size before his hips pistoned in a brutal rhythm. It was what they both wanted, needed.

His cock angled perfectly with every thrust, matching the brush of his thumb against her throbbing clit. She couldn't believe she was about to come again, her entire body tightening as she bit into her arm to stop her scream .

Jax didn't slow, his movements rough when he reached over and pulled her back by her hair.

"Let me hear you, little thief."

And she did, another orgasm chasing the second so quickly she thought she'd pass out.

"Fuck," he groaned, movements stuttering. "Your cunt is strangling my cock."

Thea groaned, feeling him release deep inside her. But rather than slow, he kept going, his orgasm, as well as hers, coating their thighs with every thrust. It was only when she'd screamed for the fourth time, her body beyond sated, that he finally stopped.

She'd fallen forward, the bands biting into her skin. They weren't tight enough to hurt, but she was too tired to try to free herself.

"Unlock them," she mumbled. "Surely you've had your fun."

Jax's dick twitched inside her, and she moaned at the delicious ache.

Without a word, he reached over, and the bands opened with little effort. Having to hold on to the headboard to keep herself from collapsing entirely, she glared at her naked wrists.

Pressure points – that was how he'd opened them. So fucking simple, yet she hadn't been able to figure it out.

Thea turned, only to burst into laughter at his cocky expression.

"Seriously?" she groaned, content to lie against his chest when he swapped their positions. "All this time?"

"I told you only I could unlock them."

She grinned, pressing her ear against his heart, hearing every beat.

He really was okay.

And she will be, too.