Ipivot right toward the stairwell, Jax following behind me. Luckily, I’m only on the third floor. Once we get to my door, I unsnap the magnetized clasp on my clutch, fumbling around my phone and wallet for my room key. I hold it up to the door.
Click.
My pulse skyrockets when it unlocks.
I spin to face Jax. The door shuts behind him with anotherclickand groan of the mechanism. His eyes never leave mine. Not when I toss my clutch onto the desk, not when I balance walking backward on my heels, not when I grab the tiny zipper under my armpit and tug it down past my hip. “You said back at the studio that you’re not a mere mortal man.”
“I did.” His voice is pure gravel, scraping at my composure.
I let the top half of the dress fall around my waist. “Show me, Jax.”
I shimmy the heavy sequined material the rest of the way off until it’s a glittering pool on the ground and step out of it in just my nude heels.
Under the beautiful, otherworldly etchings along his flesh, the wolf within watches me like a predator. But I’m not afraid.I’m prey, already devoured many times over tonight, and now I prowl toward him with my chest and head held high.
His huntress.
My heart rate slows with each stride. I channel my inner Carmen, trailing my fingers between my breasts, palm grazing a peaked nipple, the other brushing over my mate mark. Jax’s jaw ticks before there’s a not-so-subtle flick within his pants. My attention is pinned to the spot, eager to explore every inch of him as much as he’s explored me.
“I can’t fuck you tonight, Tempest,” he growls out in warning when my fingers skim his trousers. “Not the way we both want and deserve.”
“That’s fine,” I agree from under my lashes, blindly undoing the buttons with nimble precision honed through hundreds of quick costume changes. “You got to have a taste. Don’t I deserve the same?”
My heel wobbles as I shift my weight, and I brace my core, kneeling down one leg at a time. Jax says nothing, frozen in place with his holographic stare beaming down at me. It sends a heady rush through me, like he’s under my spell. LikeI’mthe magical one in this room.
“Fuck,Tempest,” he says the moment my palm wraps around his shaft. He’s huge, so thick my fingers are nowhere near able to meet, and I’m a little grateful I’m not trying to fit him inside me just yet. I pull his pants down the rest of the way, but instead of gathering at his feet, they disappear. My throat dries when I come face to face with his pierced cock that sits heavy in my hand.
He’s got the Mount Everest of dicks. I want to scale its entirety, but it’s going to take some work to get there. Just the idea of the trek has me growing wet. I zip my thighs together, as if it could stop him from sensing my want.
Giving him a few exploratory strokes, I savor the blend between the rough texture of his frost marks and satiny skin. His snowflake-stamped ball glints at me from atop his slit. I rub my thumb over the piercing, sending a pearlescent bead of cum skating down his tip. Leaning forward, I lap it up eagerly, a bit surprised when it tastes like decadent mint-chocolate chip. My gaze travels up the trail of silvery-blue hair, past his navel and mate mark, and I twirl the ball with my tongue before licking each sweet morsel that slips from his purpling crown. Jax tosses his head back, gripping his hair that I’d clutched only an hour ago, and groans, his hips bucking in response.
“Go easy on me or you’ll be coated in frost before I get to really enjoy this,” he rasps with a breathy chuckle.
That only encourages me.
Each movement becomes firmer, my fist tightening at the base of his shaft as much as I can manage. I wrap my lips around the head, tongue alternating between playing with his piercing and licking up every ounce of his desire. I bob up and down, using my hand to bridge the gap between my lips and his pelvis. Jax’s eyes flutter and his hands come to my head, threading his fingers into my strands, moving with me.
No matter how hard I try to close the gap, he seems to somehow grow another inch, but that’s not all. A large bulge encases the base of his shaft. I swear it wasn’t there before, but now it’s ballooned out, the heel of my palm running into it with each stroke of my hand. I blink a few times to make sure I’m not crazy before popping him out of my mouth, a trail of saliva and minty precum streaking down my chin. “What’sthat?”
“It’s my knot.” He says it like it’s a fact, then snaps his mouth shut, brows crashing into each other. “It’s not fully expanded, but completely normal for my kind.”
My eyes widen.
Not. Fully. Expanded.
He clears his throat and then takes a step back, lashes dropping. “It’s easy to forget you wouldn’t know about this. I realize now it’s probably scary to you. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t know about scary…”Lies.I’m terrified. My gaze trails back up to his face, the ball of his throat working as he appraises me. My chest aches at the sadness lacing his silver-and-blue eyes. I don’t want him to be embarrassed, but I’m also trying to wrap my mind around this new discovery. Everest just got a whole lot steeper. But I want to do this, do it all, withhim.
There are so many things standing in the way of us being together. A little—or not so little—knotisn’t going to stop me. I straighten my shoulders and pull them back, giving Jax full eye contact. “How does it work?”
“Curious, are we?” His confident lilt reappears, and I nearly sigh aloud, grateful it has. I don’t want anything to ruin the time we have together. “It’ll probably be easier if I demonstrate.”
He holds his hands out, and ice billows up from his palms, carving into itself until he’s sculpted a near exact replica of the hard-on spearing out from his muscular body.
I swallow.
“Did you just make me an ice dildo?” I ask, eyes following its floating path down past my belly button.
