I bend forward and lap up every morsel leaking from him, savoring his sweet taste and the chill of it against my tongue. I moan as he worships my clit, sucking in pulses that have my hips jerking, out of control. Mint and chocolate slip down my throat as I wrap my lips around his tip and sink lower on his shaft until my chin meets his pelvis. The ball taps the back of my throat, and I swallow against it, choking a bit, tears rimming my eyes.
“Fuck,” Jax growls against my clit, the sharp tip of his canine nipping where I’m most sensitive. And I want it. I want those teeth to sink into my skin while his knot pumps into me over and over. I want to know what it feels like to tether myself to him completely, to sense him as much as he senses me.
Just say the word and I’ll happily sink my teeth into that sexy throat of yours.
My hips writhe on his face, and I cry out, the orgasm whipping into me so hard that I can’t even focus. All I can do is moan around his cock. My heart pounds, and pounds, and pounds, until I finally release him from my lips.
I am pure instinct. Want and need. As Jax continues to consume my soul through another earth-shattering orgasm, I bottle up the pressure building in me, take a deep inhale, and sink my teeth into the inside of his thigh.
Mine.
Copper hits my tongue, followed by a fiery ice that floods my veins. It fills me with a wildness I don’t care to tame. One that will only be sated by my mate’s bite, his knot…
His claim.
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JAX
Jolie’s teeth break my skin, and I freeze beneath her. Face covered in her release, I’m suddenly fighting the urges rising up in me. I want to give into them so badly. The pain in my thigh is searing, but Jolie licks at her fresh marks with her tongue, soothing them.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Tempest,” I say, keeping my voice low. I fist the comforter, fear holding me back. “Is this—” I hesitate, unsure what to say. I don’t want her to regret this. On the other hand, I’ve waited all my immortal life for this bond. For her. “Did you mean to do that?”
She looks over her shoulder, tongue dragging over her lips.“Yes, Jax. I want you to claim me.”
Her icy-blue eyes flash at me with so much certainty. In an instant I’m sitting up and repositioning us, kissing up her back until I reach the base of her neck. My body curls around hers.
“You want my knot?” I whisper into her ear, my cock pressing against her pussy. She gives two quick nods, getting on all fours in front of me. Baring herself to me. I lick my lips, tasting the remnants of her desire, then run the tip of my cock along herslit, rubbing my piercing against her until her hips wiggle. I line myself up and thrust inside her, and she pushes back, meeting me with a gasp.
Someone’s eager.
She moves to sink further down, but I grip her hips, holding her in place. “Beg me for it.”
Her chest heaves, nipples peaked into hardened nubs. I thumb over one and then the other. “Please, Jax,” she whimpers. “Please give me your knot.”
“I think my mate wants more than that.” I nip the shell of her ear and her pussy clenches around me. She releases an unsteady breath, white painting the air, and I pull out an inch before sliding back in, teasing her until her arms are shaking to keep her on all fours. “Don’t you, Tempest?”
She groans, panting as I continue to pulse against her. “I—”
“Don’t be shy. Tell me.”
I need her to say the words. To let go with me. If I’m unleashing with her tonight, claiming her in return, then I want her to relinquish herself to our instincts. She may not be a harbinger, but she’s my mate, primed to fully solidify our bond.
“Fuck me. Bite me. Claim me. Please.” She bites her lip, and I can’t stop myself from nipping at it, kissing her feverishly until it’s swollen. Hearing the desperate inflection as she confesses each desire, it’s the final confirmation I need.
I bury myself in her, and she cries out as her pussy grips me like a fucking lifeline. “I’m going to take you so hard, when you come on this cock, I will be drenched. Then I’ll bite you. Fill your sweet pussy. Do it over and over again until I’m leaking down your thighs.” She whimpers at that, and fuck if it doesn’t do something to me. “You want that, Tempest?”
“Yes, Jax. Please.” That’s when I really start to thrust, driving my hips in and out of her. Her plea makes my knot expand, and she hisses. I wrap her chocolate strands around my fist and pullher up to me, my other hand cupping her breast, thumb stroking her nipple.
“I love you, Jax,” she breathes out. “Make me yours.”
Her body shakes against me. I plunge into her hard and fast, our bodies slapping in a frantic rhythm that echoes through the small dome. “I love you so fucking much, Tempest.”
I want to make her scream. For our bodies to be so loud they shake the walls down. So destructive the world tremors with the depth of my want for her. Causes an avalanche.
The aching need I have when it comes to my Tempest, it’s been cultivated by months of desperation and my sacrifice that got us here. One I’d make over and over again.
