Chapter 117 Rub Me Like a Genie
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I felt Jaxon press his face into the crook of my neck, and my body quivered as my head tilted back to give him better access to the mark I now wore—the mark forever etched into my skin, one I wouldn't trade for anything in the world. I knew we both had so much pent-up aggression that needed to be purged.
I noticed the way his eyes darkened, and he bit down on his bottom lip when he saw I was wearing his black t-shirt. I could feel how happy it made his wolf. "Mine," he whispered into my ear, and I felt my core tighten at the edge in his voice. I was dripping wet, and I was sure he could feel it at his waist and through my leggings.
I wanted to tell him what happened with Alpha Christian. I knew it was only a matter of time before my wolf forced me to come clean. The last time Christian made a move like that on me, Jaxon nearly ripped his throat out. I should feel bad for Christian, but knowing he was Sophia's mate made me feel like I was the one who'd done something wrong, not the other way around.
It would have to wait because, right now, I knew we both needed release. Our bodies craved it; our wolves demanded it. We needed to purge all the pent-up aggression between us before we could move forward.
My heart fluttered in my chest when he pressed small kisses against my collarbone. It was sweet and gentle, but I didn't want sweet and gentle—I needed more. I needed more of him. I needed his wolf to push him harder and send me over the edge. I was his first for the taking.
I slipped my fingers into the waistband of his pants and tugged just hard enough to give him a subtle hint. He set me down on the oak dresser in the bedroom and growled when I spread my legs open for him. "Tell me what you want, little mate," he said in a dark, low voice.
My hand crept down between my legs, and I couldn't help but swipe my fingers over the thin material of my leggings. "If you don't want me to run away again, show me why I shouldn't. Don't... hold... back," I replied, taking my index finger into my mouth and gently sucking on it for him to watch.
He smirked, but I didn't miss the darkness flooding the amber orbs in his eyes. "You have no idea what you've just asked for," he said with a smirk. "Your wish is my command, little mate."
He ripped his own shirt off my body with the tips of his sharp, elongated claws. I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped me. Jaxon's jaw clenched tightly as his eyes roamed my chest, burning into the lace black bra hugging my breasts. He leaned in and bit my ear ever so lightly. "Tell me your safe word."
I pulled my head back and furrowed my brows together. "Safe word? What are you talking about?" I felt my heart skip a beat as I realized what he meant. He grinned and pressed his lips against mine, biting my bottom lip lightly as he pulled back. "I need to know if you want me to stop. Pick your word. Any word. If you say that word at any point, I'll scale back," he insisted.
I wasn't sure why the idea of a safe word had my panties soaked. This was exactly what I wanted. "Luna," I said, biting down on the inside of my cheek.
Like the walls of hell collapsing around us, he pulled off my leggings and stared at me with an intense, lust-filled gaze. I knew I was in trouble when he took his time rolling the sleeves of his dress shirt up. My core pulsed with need, aching to feel him stretch me in more ways than one. I pushed my hips into him and gripped the edge of the dresser. My mouth went dry, and I stilled my breathing, hoping he'd take the bait.
He crouched in front of my entrance and growled, his warm breath making me shiver with delight. He placed small bites as he made his way up my thighs, tugging on my black panties and sliding them off. He bit harder on my thigh, and when his fingers made contact with my pussy, I felt like I was convulsing under his touch. The shocking mix of pleasure and pain made me feel like I was having an out-of-body experience. Electric bolts coursed through my veins, and I let out a small moan when he moved his lips over my bud. I caught him glance up at me—a smug, satisfied look spread across his chiselled features.
It was like he held an invisible leash around my neck, making me submit with each twist and turn of his tongue against my pearl. His large hands gripped my hips and pulled me into him as he shoved his tongue deeper inside me, making me see fireworks explode behind my eyes. I felt my body reach its peak when the tip of his tongue hit my g-spot again and again. Come leaked out of me, and I couldn't hold back the scream that filled the room.
My eyes widened as I watched him stand and wipe the wetness dripping from his mouth with the back of his hand. I didn't know what was next, but I would sell my soul to find out.
He pulled down the zipper of his pants, and his hard cock sprung free. I was quickly reminded why he had such a hold on me. His length was thick and sinful. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft, taking my time as I pumped painfully slowly, up and down.
