73. Chapter 73

Chapter 73

L ayla brushed her hair and fluffed it out. It had grown longer since she had first arrived. It fell in fiery red curls down her back, and Jackson loved it. He loved to tug it and bury his face in it.

He actually loved every part of her, even the parts she preferred to hide.

She looked down at the skimpy lingerie she had found in the wardrobe. The black lace barely covered anything, especially considering her tits were bigger since she had Hope, and her whole ass was exposed. She had been with Jackson for months, but she had opted for the more functional, comfortable underwear. But she was going all out tonight.

She heard the bedroom door open and took a deep breath before she picked up the matching robe. When she walked out of the bathroom, Jackson was pulling his t-shirt off over his head.

"I'm sorry that call lasted longer than..."

Jax's voice trailed off when he saw her standing in the bathroom doorway. His eyebrows rose, and then a slow smile formed on his lips.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" he asked.

His voice had already lowered. The husky sound zinged through her body as it always did.

"It's an early birthday present."

Mentioning his birthday without falling apart was a feat on its own.

Jackson dropped his shirt to the ground and slowly approached her. Like always, he looked like a hunter, approaching her like he wanted to devour her. But tonight, her poor Jax was the one being hunted, and he didn't even know it.

When he'd left hardly any space between them, he lowered his head, and just before his lips met hers, she turned away.

"Go and shower. I'll be waiting for you."

Jax lifted his head and chuckled.

"Tease," he said before he walked into the bathroom.

When she heard the shower going, she walked to the window and looked out at the moon. It was half full. Another week and a half, and her life would be over.

But she pushed that depressing thought away. There was no room for it in their bedroom, at least not that night. She had made her choice and would stick with it to the end.

Jackson walked out not too long after. His body was still dripping wet as he towelled his hair. He hadn't bothered to cover himself; he stood proudly erect in anticipation of what she promised. Just as she knew he would. Jackson never denied her anything.

She felt ridiculous when she started to saunter over to him like she had seen Amber do a few times before her death. She swayed her hips like she was on a runway and she was the star of the show. Which she was. This was the performance of her life; she couldn't mess anything up.

The towel dropped from Jax's hand. His eyes glowed as they followed her every step, every slight movement she made, as if she was the most fascinating thing on earth. Which she was to Jackson. She had understood that much in the weeks since he had told her the truth. She was everything to this man. He felt exactly the same way that she did about him.

She slid the robe off her shoulders to reveal what had to be the skimpiest underwear ever made. Jackson's hands balled into fists at his side. His lust was like an aphrodisiac; her body reacted predictably. She was sure he could see the way her nipples pebbled. He could smell her arousal. Hear her racing heart.

"Where's Hope?" he growled.

"With Faith for the night."

"Good. Because I'm not going to hold back tonight."

She was counting on that.

Before she reached him, she turned around so he had a view of her ass. He particularly loved her ass. His groan as she strolled to the bed was evidence of that.

She turned around and sat at the foot of the bed. Jackson made to follow, but she held her hand up to stop him.

"You move only when I tell you to," she said.

"You're being awfully bossy tonight," he growled.

"I suppose it's my turn," she smiled as she crossed her legs.

She started a slow inspection of Jackson's body. From his toes to his toned calves. His muscular thighs and eight-pack abs. The tattoos that came up one arm and shoulder, ending at his chest. The longer she took, the more wound up Jackson became. His body tensed as if he had gone days without sex instead of a mere few hours.

"Are you finished? Can I come over now?" Jackson asked.

"Not yet," she said with a grin, and then she let her eyes go over his beautiful, magnificent cock.

Jax twitched and growled.

"Layla," he warned.

She pressed her thighs together briefly before she uncrossed her legs.

"I said not until I tell you to," she whispered.

And then she opened her legs. Jackson's gaze immediately lowered, and his nostrils flared.

"You're drenched," he stated.

"Yes."

"Let me help you out."

She smiled as she trailed her fingers from her chest. Lower and lower until they were where she needed them. Jackson followed every movement with what looked like increasing concern.

"Layla," he growled again. "What sort of present is this if you're taking all the fun away?"

"There's nothing wrong with a little delayed gratification," she answered, then threw her head back. "Stay there, Jax. Stay there and watch me."

He did.

She was very surprised by that. He stood on the spot, watching everything, heart racing and twitching. And every second she denied him, his need to be the one to satisfy her increased until all she sensed from him was his lust.

"Let me taste you, Layla."

Her toes curled and she almost gave in. But she had to push him to his limits. She couldn't afford not to.

With one final stroke, she pushed herself over the edge right in front of him. Jax was as breathless as she was like he was the one who'd just cum. His eyes were hooded, his gaze was still on her fingers when she brought them to her lips. And when she tasted herself and moaned, she felt the moment the air shifted. She felt the moment he gave in to his beast.

Jackson was on his knees with his face between her legs before she could say another word. His tongue... her eyes rolled into the back of her head as he did with his tongue what she would never be able to do with her fingers. His claws had lengthened; she could feel them digging into her as he held her down. Seconds later, she gripped his hair to hold him down as she fell off the cliff.

She was still screaming his name when he rose above her and filled her up. Wave after glorious wave as he thrust into her, uninhibited, untamed. He made her cum in every position.

When he tensed and roared out her name, she brought his mouth to her neck and left it all to fate.

Jax was still pulsing inside her when she felt that first sting of pain at the base of her neck as he sunk his teeth into her. As he marked her.

All of her thoughts disappeared. Heat more intense than anything she had ever known ripped through her body, and she felt alive for the first time in her life. Nothing else in the world mattered except what was building up in her core. Her head spun, and blood rushed through her body so quickly that it sounded like a roar in her ears. Jax felt bigger inside her, impossible as that was.

She felt him. She felt all of him as if now they were truly one. His thoughts. His fears. His deepest desires.

And then, the fire in her core spread through her whole body instantly as the mother of all orgasms ripped through her body. It was overwhelming. It took everything from her and gave nothing back. It was relentless; her body tensed so much that her muscles ached. Her heart beat fast as if it was exploding. Things she could not understand came from her lips as she kept cuming, falling, and calling his name.

And Jackson kept pulsing inside her with his teeth in her flesh and his claws holding her down on him.

And then it all suddenly stopped.

Jackson wrenched his mouth from her neck and got off her so quickly that he fell off the bed.

Her body was still twitching when she watched the expressions on his face change. Confusion. Anger. Rage.

"What the fuck have you done?" he growled, his chest rising and falling as he tried to catch his breath.

She had no strength left to respond. Her vision became blurry as her mind tried to process what she had just done.

And then there was nothing but darkness.