28. JAX

TWENTY-EIGHT

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I was half-asleep and hard as fuck. It was her grinding that woke me. Kitten rubbed her luscious ass against me. I’d fallen asleep still deep in her cunt because I couldn’t bear to detach myself from her and soaking in the soft walls of her channel calmed the bitterness in my gut.

Asher was gone. I hadn’t registered when he’d left, but hopefully he was doing what I talked to him about and getting the human some stuff for her home. As much as I didn’t like her as anything more than a body to fuck, I wanted her comfortable while I fucked her, and this sorry bed wouldn’t cut it.

My lazy thrust turned more demanding as her hand spread on the mattress and she moaned.

Kitten tried to flip over but I forced her forward. I hated fucking face-to-face and that would never change. It triggered something in me I didn’t want to confront.

Gripping her thigh, I lifted it so I could see my cock sliding into her drenched pussy. The tight insatiable pussy. My shaft was wet and glistening, her juices slicking the way.

I slammed into her, enjoying her little mewls as I fucked her. I wanted to fuck my obsession out of me. This softness that had grown in my gut whenever I looked at her. It was just the fucking bond that started from giving her my fucking blood. It had to be. Since I’d never shared blood with another, it was the only reason I could come up with.

Watching her was agony—an unmatched obsession.

Another ram into her and her channel fluttered around me. She was tightening up, getting ready to explode. My fingers slipped between our legs and I swirled my fingers over her core, playing with the stretched lips accommodating me and dragging the moisture to the clit that would set her off within moments.

“Jax,” she whimpered. My balls drew up. The sound of my name on her lips shot euphoria through me. Her body went taut as a bow string and she sucked in a sharp breath. She was so close, and I couldn’t keep it in anymore. My spine tightened and my entire body shivered as my release slammed into me.

I gritted my teeth as I shoved against her and my dick shot off with harsh tugs. Kitten’s channel squeezed me as I released and she tried to tug away as she came, but I forced her in place, letting her spasm around my dick.

Nothing was comparable to fucking this human. My eyelids twitched and my release staved off slowly, my body slumping in place. Her leg fell forward and my dick slipped free of the home he’d had for the past few hours.

I grunted at the loss but forced myself to fucking relax as she settled. Her breathing returned to normal and a soft snore slipped free. I fell to my back and stared at the ceiling as I sucked in a few breaths.

Odd for me since I’d never worked myself up to the point that I had to breath this much within a short time frame.

Guilt soured my stomach. I’d never been so riveted by something to this point—least of all a human . I scoffed in disgust. Imogen would have snapped the human’s neck if she knew my thoughts. My stomach burned and I lifted to my elbow to ensure she remained sleeping.

I tensed. It wasn’t like she could hear my thoughts. And why was I more worried about Catalina’s feelings right now?

Asher was right, and it was time for me to move on. And what better way to start than on a human girl.

She was perfectly . . . forgettable.

Right.

I couldn’t even lie to myself. I frowned. She was so fucking sweet it made my teeth hurt.

Even though I was an unimaginable dick to her, she never failed to offer me a smile whenever she saw me.

Cat whimpered in her sleep, moving her head back and forth. Her dark hair spilled over her pillow. I pushed to my elbow again and her brow furrowed.

As I was reaching to jostle her awake, she shot up, sucking in a breath.

Her fearful round eyes flashed across the room and her shivering increased. She scrambled to turn the lamp on next to her bed, searching for the inhaler near her head. She grabbed it and rounded to look at me, eyes wide as she launched herself at me, wrapping her arms around my neck and holding me tightly.

I stilled, my stomach somersaulting at the fearful way she clutched me while also enjoying it too much. My hand pressed into her back.

“What is it, human?”

She sniffled and sucked in a breath as she used her medication.

My fingers uselessly pressed into the mattress. I was never someone others came to for comfort. I flattened my palm against her back.

“Human.” I bit out, insistently. Her arms tightened more.

“I hate the dark.”

I frowned. The manor always had some sort of low light. Even in Bastien’s room, but her bedroom was currently dark.

“Why?” The question slipped out unbidden. I shouldn’t care. I didn’t care, but curiosity bade me to ask.

“I was kept in the dark a long time ago, and ever since then, I’ve slept with some sort of light on.”

My teeth clicked together at her softly spoken words. Viscous rage burned through me, and she grunted. Fuck. I’d tightened my grip on her too much. I reached over her shoulder and flipped the bedside lamp on.

“Who?”

“I-I don’t want to talk about it.”

Every fiber of my being didn’t like that, but I gritted my teeth and held her. Such a vulnerable, gentle human. She eventually relaxed and settled her bottom on my lap.

“You’ll never have to fear again.” The promise fell from my lips effortlessly, but I couldn’t stop it. Her little fingers flexed on my shoulders.

“Why are you being so nice to me?”

I grunted in response. I didn’t even know the answer. “You’re a good fuck.” She stiffened and slowly dropped her arms from where they clutched me.

“What are you doing?” The forceful, demanding question slipped free.

“I’m going to go shower,” she said without inflection in her tone. My fingers twitched to return her to my lap. I didn’t want to let her go.

“I’ll come with you.”

She coughed out a laugh. “No, I have a feeling it’ll be less shower and more... other stuff if you come with. You know, since all I am is a good fuck.” Her smile remained in place.

I frowned. I didn’t want the space from her. At least when I was a cat, I didn’t cause her unhappiness like I continued doing, but I couldn’t help lashing out at her. It staved off some of the tumultuous emotions in my chest.

“Jax,” she muttered and finally extricated herself when I loosened my grip. She dragged the sheet around her, face red as she peeked at me from the corner of her eye.

The corner of my lip twitched at her shy move. Sweet. As I said. When I was a cat, she strutted around in her panties and bra, like there was no tomorrow.

She disappeared behind the slab of the bathroom door, and I peered around, taking in the space.

The metal bedframe seemed close to collapse and the mattress was relatively good, other than the creaky springs. The bedsheets were cotton and the comforter was a cream that was closer to white. Other than the pale lamp on the nightstand beside her bed, that was all there was. She was new to the home, so I wasn’t expecting much, but she didn’t have much. Either she was living the minimalist life, or she didn’t expect to be here long.

My fangs popped out without my prodding. Her leaving wasn’t an option. I pinched the bridge of my nose. The bond was fucking annoying.

Footsteps rasped over the ground, and from the cadence, I knew it was Asher.

The need they had between each other ... I sneered at my brother.

Another emotion I’d never had the displeasure of feeling. I couldn’t bring myself to watch her hurt.

It was a spur of the moment decision I regretted, but I preferred to be the one stuck with the repercussions.

Being close to her was the only way I could relieve the tension to my shoulders. She was on my mind constantly. I worried about her. She was so fragile and breakable.

My concern for her was all a result of this bond—it had to be. Sure, I had been curious before it and slowly flamed to life with the time I spent observing her, but the bond seemed to wrench reason out of me. Fortunately, it would be gone as long as I didn’t share my blood with her again. It would fade from her system. Even sooner, if I kept draining her mind-altering blood, which was my plan. Feed from her until I no longer wanted to gather her into my arms.

I pushed off the mattress and reached for my clothing on the ground, tugging them on as Asher strutted in; his head craned to his phone.

The corners of his eyes tensed with the same jealousy battering my insides. When I’d heard his confession to her, I’d been stunned into silence. My brother never allowed his emotions to cloud anything. He was a whoremonger. A proud one. So his genuine emotion rocked me. No, he must be fooling her. He was never one to give himself to anyone, least of all a human.