32. Jackson

32

Jackson

With a sense of dread, I prepare to tell Charlie about the impending gathering of every Alpha in the Greater Community. I’ve been putting this off for days. But as I see her now, standing her ground with her claws extended, radiating a fierce strength, I can’t help but wonder if this revelation will trigger a beautifully intense response.

“Charlie, we needed to get the survivors taken care of—every Alpha from the Greater Community has been invited here to take home their survivors. Bjorn and his mate Kiara are the first, but I assume the rest will arrive before night falls.” My voice stays steady as I watch the fight fall from her body.

“Ax?” She says through a soft breath.

I give a decisive nod. “He’s coming. I did not talk to him directly. But Killian has communicated that he will be here.”

The words cause a ripple through her posture as she stands taller; her shoulders roll back, and her stance squares up as if she’s prepared to fight.

“Alright,” is all she says with a full sense of determination thrumming through our bond.

My lips curl into a smirk, surprised by Charlie’s unexpected response. There’s a certain beauty in how she’s ready to confront her past. Each day, I find myself admiring her more and more.

“Can you come here now?” the rasp of my voice just proved her effect on me and my wolf.

She growls softly, her eyes shifting to a lighter gold as her wolf pulls forward. Her body shifts towards the door, and my head cocks to the side as I watch her. ‘ Fuck she’s going to run,’ and there is nothing I love more than a chase.

“Run, mate,” I growl.

A wicked grin crosses her face as she takes the last few steps to the door and rips it open, heading towards the stairs at the far end of the Lodge.

I count to ten through our link, then press up from my desk. Chasing her has been one of our favorite games.

I follow in the direction she runs, taking the stairs three at a time, using the rail to leap the last remaining few, and breathing deeply. Her scent leads to the third floor. I continue up and take a right out of the stairwell. This floor only has one bedroom, and I know she won’t run there. Aside from that, there is an extensive library, but as I pass a small laundry shoot door. I grin wickedly.

She amazes me that she can fit in such small spaces. As I open the door, she slides down the small shoot, her giggles echoing through the house as I fly back to the stairs.

‘ Charlie, where’d you go?’ I ask through our link. The laundry shoot stops on every floor, and now I have to figure out how far down she went.

My wolf pulls forward, and we connect even better as my feet stop on the second floor, and I laugh cause she went to our fucking room. My hand drags through my hair as I amble towards our door. Her scent is strong, and her arousal is stronger as I push the door open.

“Little Phoenix, you came into the wolf’s den. Beautiful, come out, and I’ll make this easier for you.”

The room is lighter than it used to be. The furniture Charlie hated has been removed, and the open space makes it easy to find her. Her tiny feet poke out of the bottom of the oversized curtains framing the windows.

“I found you, Charlie. You know what that means?”

She giggles and steps out from the curtain, except she’s completely naked, and the last piece of control I held onto shreds. My windows face the yard, and every single fucker can see her, and that makes me want to howl.

Without a sound, I flash right in front of her and sweep her naked body over my shoulder as I haul her back to the bed. “Charlie,” I growl as my large hand comes down firmly on her bare ass.

Her moan is laced with laughter as I let my hand slide down her ass to her center, where her arousal is already dripping out. The pregnancy hormones have made her even more sensitive than she was before, and I plunge one thick finger into her center. Her claws scratch at my back at the intrusion as she whimpers. Pulling the finger free, I run the arousal over my tongue. “Fuck, you’re the best frosting I’ve ever had. “

I drop her body on the bed, and she looks at me through thick brown lashes. Her dark black hair falls around her, and her cheeks are pink. Her breasts taunt me with tight nipples as I grab a handful. She rolls her full lips into her mouth, and I know exactly what she needs. My thumb traces her bottom lip.

“Take my cock out, beautiful,” I say as my hand wraps around the back of her head, holding her firmly in place.

Her tiny hands begin to work at the button on my jeans and slip down my thighs, freeing my hard cock.I step out of the pants and closer to her mouth.

“Open,” I say.

She’s so vulnerable like this, but she follows my command and opens her mouth; using my hand that holds her head, I push all the way to the back of her throat. It flutters around my cock, and I slowly pull back, only to fuck her deeper this time. She swallows, and the sensation of her warm mouth and soft moans almost have me spilling down her throat.

Her eyes begin to water with each thrust. The tears leak from the corner of her eyes, and I swipe one away and lick the warm liquid from my finger. My balls tighten as I feel my impending orgasm, “Swallow me down, like a good girl.”

My hand holding her hair pulls her tighter to me, her nose brushing my stomach as I feel my cum slip down her throat. The vibrations of her tiny throat swallowing me down have me holding myself up with every bit of strength I have.

I slowly release her hair, and she pulls back enough for me to slip out. “I’m not done with you.”

The heat flooding her eyes has me pulling roughly on my cock. She is panting softly and licking her lips as if my cum is the best thing she’s ever eaten. ‘You’re going to be the death of me.’

She giggles, and I sweep her up into my arms. I carry her to our bathroom and set her on the counter while I turn on the large tub. I add the bubbles and salts I know she likes while she watches me.

My body shifts in front of her, her legs spread wide to accommodate me as I slide my palms down her thighs, pushing her open wider for me. I take in her center. It’s glistening with her arousal.

“Jackson,” her voice is a soft purr.

“Little Mate,” I say, tilting her small head up so my lips can seal to hers. Simultaneously, I plunge two fingers into her center. Her whimper fills our kiss, and I slip my tongue in her mouth, my other hand holding her body hostage in my embrace as I fuck her with my fingers.

Her orgasm is quick as she collapses into my arms. I kiss her tenderly one more time and lift her into the tub, sliding my body behind hers. ‘I got you, little Mate,’ I say through our bond. She relaxes into my body as I slowly wash her.