Sitting back on his heels, Jax shifts his weight to remove his pants the rest of the way. They disappear from view. As he strokes himself from root to tip, I bite my lip in anticipation.
My heart thuds wildly in my chest, the only sound in the room outside of the crackling embers in the fire beside us. I rockmyself to sit upright, coming to my knees until we are face to face, then I loop my arms around his neck and move in close. My lips are a breath away from his. “Jax?”
“Yes, Tempest?”
“Knot me like I’m made for you.”
Half a beat passes before Jax’s fingers grip the seam of my dress, then he rips it apart as if it were a piece of tissue paper. Buttons pop in all directions. His eyes go to the mate mark, then trail over every inch of my exposed skin. His marks dance across his flesh under the flame’s movement. I run my palm over them, savoring every peak and divot, wanting to kiss them. Imprint them onto my own skin. My fingers come to the center of my bra, twisting to unhook the clasp. Jax watches, his stare intense as the lace falls to the ground. I press up onto my elbows, my knees knocking with my nerves.
What if he changes his mind? What if I’m not able to do this? What if—
The anxiety is blown away by a gust of wind and snowflakes. My nipples pebble and Jax’s hands grip beneath my knees, dragging me toward him. There’s a possessiveness in his eyes that has me aching for him to claim me with his bite. I suck in a breath as a pillow is shoved under my ass. I’m completely exposed with my knees notched on either side of his hips, bared to his icy gaze and the chill of his breath as he appraises me.
“Your body.” He trails his hands down my thighs, and I clench on instinct, only feeling the emptiness. “Your pussy.” He sets his hands on either side of my chest until he hovers above me, and his silvery ball glints at me from between my legs. My hips wriggle, desperate to rub it against my clit. Even more desperate to discover how it feels inside me, pressed against the bundle of nerves deep within. Jax shifts his weight, one hand trailing the underside of my breast and sliding up to mymate mark. “Your soul.” I whimper, near bursting from the anticipation. “They’remine.”
“Yours,” I agree. Because it’s true. I’m his. Every beautiful and broken shard of me.
He palms my breast, lips encircling the opposite nipple. My entire being thrums to life beneath his touch, and I reach between us, thumbing over the head of his cock. Swirling the precum streaking his tip, I run it up and down my slit until I bring him to my entrance. “Mine.”
“Yes,” Jax rasps against the shell of my ear. He steadies himself above me, inching into me with a hiss. His silvery brows scrunch together, like he’s summoning every ounce of control to not plunge right into me. He lowers his face to mine, and just before he kisses me, he whispers with a frosty breath, “Everything I am and everything I will be is yours, Tempest.”
I cradle him with my thighs a moment, then lower my knees toward the ground as I take him deeper. When I think he’s reached the depths of me, his piercing grazes that delicious spot inside, and the thick base of his shaft where the knot is partially expanded bumps against me.
“I-I don’t know if it’ll work.”
Jax shushes me, running a hand through my hair. “Relax, Tempest. We’ll get there.”
We kiss, tongues tangling together. The spicy pine of his body envelops me. Pulling out just a bit, he makes small thrusts that make me pant for him with each graze of his snowflaked ball. I spread my legs wider, grateful for my flexibility, and dig my heels into the ground. The pillow angles me perfectly, his piercing stroking my insides until it sends me over the edge of ecstasy. He’s so thick, so deep, it’s hard to imagine him going any further, but I’m desperate to take him in.
Allof him.
Pressure coils below my belly, and I wrap my arms around him, tugging his hips closer. I gasp, nails digging into his back. His body quivers against mine. The vibrations, and the blissed-out expression on his face, have me clenching and drawing him into me even more.
“Fuck,” Jax growls out.
My body stings when his partially inflated knot is finally captured within me. Pride swirls in my chest as I cling to him.
We rock together, on the cusp of ecstasy until the pressure becomes unbearable, until I’m whimpering. The dam within me crumbles.
“Jax!” I shake and writhe, clawing his back, savoring the scrape of his frost marks beneath my nails. Each tiny curl of his hips has me feral. I embrace the overwhelming fullness of him, wanting to draw every drop of his pleasure into me.
The veins in his neck strain. He grits out my name and a string of curses, some of which I’ve never heard before. His cum floods me, and I tighten my legs around his waist. He peppers kisses along my throat, whispering low in my ear. “You feel incredible.”
I’m throbbing around his knot with each dose of encouragement he spoons me.
His nose grazes my neck and then he bends his head down, sucking a nipple into his mouth, making me cry out again. I’m a pleasure-filled mess, panting with each stroke of his tongue. It almost is enough to distract me from the ache between my legs.
Almost.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, nearly biting Jax on instinct, shoving my fist into my mouth instead. When his knot fully expands and locks into place, I hiss, stifling down a scream.
“That’s it.” His thumb strokes my clit and my hips jerk in response. “Knew you—could take me—Tempest.”
Each move of his tongue over my nipples, each circle of his fingers over my clit, makes the painful numb become bearable.
“That feel good?” he asks, genuine concern lacing his tone.
“Yes.” I barely rasp. “More.”
