“When we come…” I bit down hard, and Jake tensed, his whole body going rigid. Soothing the mark with my tongue, I whispered, “I want to rub it into my skin so your scent is all I can smell.”
His growl echoed around the room as he came, cock pulsing against mine as he covered my belly. The sight alone was enough to send me barrelling over the edge, and when the scent hit me I was fucking done.
My orgasm tore through me like molten lava, heating my veins and setting every nerve ending on fire. I had enough sense left not to bite down where my wolf urged me to, but that was about it. My claws sank deep into Jake’s skin, his rumble of approval sending another wave of pleasure rocketing through me, and I clung on as I made a mess of him again and again.
“Fuck,” I half whispered, half laughed, because nothing and no one had ever left me as wrung out and boneless as I felt right then. “If you actually get inside me, I think I might die.”
Jake laughed, then reached for my hand, claws now safely away. “When,” he said. “Not if.”
He’d rolled onto his back, and I turned my head to face him.
“When we fuck each other,” he added, as if I needed clarification. His gaze dipped to my throat, lingered there, and I swallowed at the flare of possessiveness in his eyes and all that it implied.
“When this is all over.” As much as I wanted everything Jake was silently offering, and I wanted it so fucking badly I ached with it, I couldn’t do it while he was essentially promised to someone else. No matter that neither he nor Myla felt anything other than a tentative friendship toward one another. Although it would certainly make it impossible for them to bond if we did it first. But I’d never put John’s life in danger, and me bonding with Jake would do that for sure.
“Yeah.” Jake swallowed, the haze of orgasm clearing from his eyes.
I almost regretted pulling us back into the real world, but none of it was going away. As much as I wished otherwise, we couldn’t stay up here in our little bubble and ignore the huge issues still waiting for us. “What do we do now?”
He sighed heavily, and I could literally see the weight of it all pressing down on him.
“Hey.” I waited for him to look at me. “We’ll get through whatever we have to. It’ll be okay.”
He shook his head. “You don’t know that.”
No, I didn’t, but I refused to let him go again. “The last three months have been torture. I can’t do that again.”
“But—”
I covered his mouth. “I don’t care how long it takes or what we have to do, we’ll find the proof and break that fucking pact. Okay?”
His eyes still swam with disbelief, but I kept my hand where it was until he nodded.
“Good.” It didn’t matter whether Jake believed it or not, I had enough for the both of us. Because despite all the promises we’d made to each other, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I could never go back to being friends while Jake married someone else. I’d been crazy to think I could.
Jake wasmine.
Mine to laugh with, mine to kiss, mine to touch. Mine to fucking bond with when the time was right.
Any other outcome wasn’t an option.
“You shouldn’t be up yet.”Rys glared at me as I entered the kitchen.
I waved him away. “I’m fine.” I wasn’t, not yet, but no way was I lying in bed while everything happened down here without me.
Rys sat back in his chair, arms crossed as his gaze swept over me. “If you’re sofine, why are you holding your arm like that?”
My side still ached from the damage Xen had done. Not enough to keep me off my feet, but I had my arm wrapped protectively around it. I’d hoped it wouldn’t be that obvious, but I should’ve known nothing escaped Rys’s attention. I also had a slight limp from where the glass had sliced into my hamstring, but since he wasn’t focused on that, I wasn’t about to bring it up.
“I’m fine…ish,” I offered, taking a seat opposite him at the table.
He grunted in acknowledgement but let it drop. “Where’s Jake?”
“Shower.” I leant forward, hissing when it pulled at my healing wounds. I may have overdone it a little with Jake. Rys’s growl echoed around the kitchen, bringing Mase in from outside.
“What was that for?” He glanced at me, face breaking out into a smile. “Hey. I didn’t think you’d be up for another day or so.” He walked around the table to give me a gentle hug, before returning to Rys’s side.
“He shouldn’t be,” Rys grumbled. “But apparently he’sfine.”
