Another crash with growls mixed in echo across the house.
“No. Something’s wrong.” I follow the sound down the hall.
“It’s nothing.” The edge in Knox’s voice is hard to ignore. I can tell he wants me to go back to my bedroom, but I can’t.
“Emmett. He’s in trouble!” I run to his door and push it open to find Jax buried deep in him. Emmett pulls away, only for Jax to grab him and press into him again. Rough. Commanding.
They both pause and stare at me, eyes wide. I don’t move as my mind tries to process what I’m seeing. Is this why Jax wouldn’t have sex with me?
Knox is beside me a moment later with his hand on my back.
Jax’s eyes lock on mine as he presses into Emmett and my stomach tightens, my eyes widen, my pulse quickens. He shakes his head with a smirk when he catches my reaction. I feel like this is payback for the times he’s watched me fuck or orgasm with my eyes locked on him.
His hand slides up Emmett’s back as he pushes his chest to the bed as he grinds into him slowly. Gone is the rough and angry Jax, and here in his place… is this one… sex God. His body. His muscles on full display. The way his ass clenches with each thrust into Emmett is intoxicating.
“They sometimes do this when Jax is angry.”
“They fuck?”
“Yea. Emmett loves fucking men and women and while Jax usually only fucks females, him and Emmett have a bond. A love that transcends. Plus, Emmett likes it rough sometimes and can take Jax when he gets in these moods.”
“What made him like this tonight?”
“Well, little fae. If I had to guess, I’d say you.”
“Me?”
“Will you two fucking leave?” Jax growls from the bed.
My eyes narrow to thin slits before I turn and walk back to the room.
“You so want to fuck her,” Emmett rags.
“Shut the fuck up and take my cock like a good fucking boy.”
I heard them speaking. Excited, I grab Knox’s arm. “I heard them.”
“Yea.” Knox frowns. “When he’s in a mood, he’s pretty hard not to hear.”
“No. I mean, I heard them. Like super hearing or something.”
He raises his head in understanding. “Congrats.” He pats my butt. “Now, let’s get you in bed.”
He closes the door behind us and climbs into bed after me, cradling me in his arms. His lips brush against my ear as he whispers, “Next time we can get some rope, because seeing you tied up on stage made me so hard for you.”
My stomach clenches as my hand slides over the tops of his and our fingers interlock.
“Good night.”
“Rather good morning, love.” He kisses the back of my head and I drift off to sleep.
JAX - CUSTOM PIZZAS AND AIR REPAIR KITS
Emmettknowsmebetterthan anyone. While vampires and werewolves rarely get along, we forged our bond in the depths of despair and anger. We have a common enemy, and it’s not each other.
It’s Samara.
She tricked us and used our words against us, leaving us mere shells of who we were before and, through that, a brotherhood was formed. We aren’t the only four she’s done this too, but the others are too stupid to understand what she’s taken or don’t care.
