“Sure did, Tempest. Want to prove you can take your mate’s cock?”
I nod, at a loss for words, my eyes not leaving the perfect model of Jax’s thick body, minus the ridges I’m so desperate to feel inside me.
“Open your mouth and spread your legs,” Jax growls out the command, and my knees scrape against the carpet when I widen my stance. He steps closer, and my lips wrap around his tip, tongue swirling eagerly over his piercing, making him hiss. The icy crown of his frost cock notches itself at my center. “Show me how good you’ll take me.”
Bobbing up and down his shaft, I use my hands to spread my saliva over its chillingly sensual length. I jolt when his icy replica enters me, and his jaw tenses, as if he can feel his magic pulsing inch by inch, driving deeper with each stroke.
I pop my mouth off of him, adjusting to the power that’s currently plunging in and out of me, then I trace each line of his frost marks with my tongue. From root to purpling tip, I suck him into my mouth, bringing my hand around him, moving my body with the rhythm of his magic.
“Fuck, Tempest.” His palm slides to my throat, thumb skimming over my pulse. “Think you can take me deeper?”
I’m not sure whether he means my mouth or my body. Splitting my attention, I grab his ass with my free hand. It’s as cool as marble, and tug him closer until he hits the back of my throat and I sputter.
“That’s it.” His icy counterpart drives into me and I suck in a breath at the fullness of it. He cups my cheek, gently brushing it with so much reverence, you’d think he was the one on his knees before me. His words come out between gritted teeth, a harsh but devoted whisper. “Such a perfect mate. I can’t wait to fill you with my knot. Mark and claim you from the inside.”
Jax’s knot teases at my entrance before inching and stretching me further. This time it stays there. His jaw is taut, veins bulging along his neck, as if he’s holding on to every tether to watch everything I’m doing. To make it last.
To savor me as much as I’m savoring him.
“You’re much too good at this. Maybe I should make another one of these so that tight little ass is good and ready for me too.”
I clench around the ice, and it actually feels good. The frost soothes the throb inside, and I wriggle, wanting him to move it again, to keep driving it into me. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, Tempest?”
I suck on him vigorously, drawing out more mint-chocolate flavored precum as my hand makes long firm strokes. His breaths become pants, and I know he’s close. It only encourages me to take him deeper, riding the frosted shaft beneath me, pulling him further into my mouth until he growls out his release, coating the back of my throat.
“Damn.Such a perfect needy mate,” he says, brushing my hair as I swallow down the decadent mint-chocolate-milkshake taste of him. “Didn’t waste a drop.”
This isn’t something I’m usually into. Giving head has always been more of a prelude to sex or saved for a special occasion like a birthday. With Jax, though, I’ve never been happier to get on my knees and learn everything about his pleasure.
Someone get me a cup and a thick freaking straw. Jax Frost is my favorite treat.
“Tempest, that was incredible,” he says, drawing my attention. I lick the rest of his ecstasy from my lips with a pleased moan. He eases back, his expression odd, almost sheepish. If he could, I bet he’d be blushing.
“What’s wrong?” I tilt my head to the side, spotting the still huge bulge staring back at me from the base of his shaft.Fully expanded. My lower body pulses around his ice. I’ve been so focused on the dick attached to Jax that I’m only just able to sense the one stilled inside me.
He’s ramrod straight, cum leaking from his tip. I bite my lip, unable to look away.
“Tempest…” He warns, voice a low growl. “If you keep watching me like that I’m going to come again.”
“Again?” My voice shakes with equal parts hunger and nerves.
Trousers appear on the floor, and he clears his throat, waving his hand. His icy twin slides out from me, but before he canremove it all the way, I wrap my hand around his shaft, my other fist squeezing his fully formed knot.
“Holy shit,” Jax hisses, hips jerking forward. His ice plunges back inside me. “What are you do—” He can barely get out the words. I pulse my hand around his knot, mimicking my body’s thrum around the icy one.
Taking him back in my mouth, I wonder if I’m doing this right. A mortal can hope. From the blissed-out expression on Jax’s face and the glint in his eyes as he fights throwing his head back, I’d say that I am.
Look at me, being a good little mate and shit.
He chuckles breathlessly, crooking my face up to look at him. “Are you trying to kill me, Tempest?”
I slide down his shaft, replacing my mouth with my hand.
“I thought you were immortal,” I tease, then flick his tip with my tongue.
His brows scrunch together, hips bucking with my silky strokes. “Let’s see you give that snark when my cock’s buried inside you, pumping you full of me for days.”
Yes, let’s.
