“Are you kidding me?”
“Do I strike you as the kind of man who would joke?”
I growl out, causing him to laugh. “Fine, but it won’t be as enjoyable.”
“I think it will be just fine.”
“I don’t want it to be just fine though,” I say through gritted teeth, irritation surging through me.
Gripping his cock tightly in my hand, I slide it up his length.
“You can’t be too rough with me, little fae. I’m a werewolf.”
“Let’s find out, because right now I’ve never wanted to suck a dick so bad and you’re keeping that from me, so I’m pretty fucking pissed.”
He laughs. “Lay down and shut up.” He rips his boxers off and throws them to the ground and for a second, I’m hopeful that he’s going to fuck me, but I’ve also learned Jax is stubborn and will not bend.
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head and rolls his hips over mine, so his cock slides between my glistening pussy and over my clit.
“This… this is so fucking close to sex…it’s unfair.”
“I’m not inside of you.”
“Who cares? You fucked Emmett.”
“Emmett’s different. You’re different.”
I growl out and wiggle my body, trying to get my wrists free, but he only clamps tighter, pressing his cock up between my pussy, letting it slide back and forth on top of me.
“You’re so fucking wet.” His head dips down as he clamps onto my neck.
“This isn’t fair.”
“Then tell me to stop and I will.”
“Fuck you!” I chomp out.
“Already told you we won’t be fucking.”
Anger prickling under my skin and with my body pinned to the bed under his thrusting hips, I do the only thing I can do. I turn my head and bite at his neck. And I don’t hold back.
He unleashes a growl so loud and so fierce that I freeze, completely stunned.
“Everlee. Don’t fucking do that again,” he pants, eyes glowing.
At first, I think it’s because he’s mad, but then I realize it’s because he likes it. Really likes it.
“Do this?” I bite again.
His back arches, sending his hips gyrating into me with such speed and force, I’m fairly certain my precious little nub is going to be bruised tomorrow. And who the fuck calls it a nub, anyway? I hate that I just did, but at this moment in time, that is the only thing that sounds appropriate.
“Everlee,” he murmurs against my skin. Teeth pressed, ready to mark, but he pulls away and rests his forehead on the pillow.
Wanting to help with his release and feel his cock, I thread my hand between our bodies and circle my fingers around his length, giving him something to press into. It’s so slick, covered in our arousal, that it slides in with ease. He groans in appreciation, so I tighten my grip around him and he loses control, thrusting and pumping, riding my hand and my clit.
“I’m going to come again.”
“Come for me, little fae. Come all over my cock.”
