It goes deeper than feelings. It's a compulsion. It's cellular. Like something in me recognizes him—wants him to overwrite every lingering trace of Aidan with something new, something wanted. Somethingmine.
I can’t stop myself from hearing Aidan’s voice or worrying I’m doing everything wrong, but when Jackson talks to me like that, goddess, it’s like my mind forgets everything else but him. I don’t know how he does it. It’s like my body was dormant, my sexual desires in hibernation.
But now? Now I need himinside me, filling me until I can’t take anymore.Wreckingme. Making me forget. Showing me what’s possible.
“Jackson, make me feel good again. Show me what it can be like,” I beg, my voice a needy whimper as I move my hips against him. A growl erupts from him, low in his throat—feral, possessive—as he rips my top and bra off, leaving me completely bare to him.
He wastes no time flipping our positions to have me on my back. He grinds into me, making me moan out loud like I really am the whore Aidan always said I was.
No. Not this time.I push that idea and his voice out of my head, allowing Jackson’s hips rolling against me to ground me in the present, his touch anchoring me in the now.
“Tell me you still want me. Please. Help me quieten my mind.”
“I want you more than you could ever imagine, little wolf. Want doesn't come close to what I feel for you.”
He kisses his way down my chest and then circles one of my nipples with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. His rough, calloused hand palms my other breast. AndI writhe underneath him, bucking my hips as I desperately try to find friction against my throbbing clit.
“You want to come again?” he murmurs in my ear while I squirm beneath him. A shiver runs down my spine; pleasure and anticipation and pure electricity. The heat of his breath, the slow press of his lips to the curve of my shoulder—it’s like every nerve ending in my body lights up in response. With each gentle lick against the shell of my ear, a rush of pleasure courses through me, making my breath hitch and my heart race.
“Please,” I beg, barely recognizing my own voice, as he captures my nipple in his teeth, tugging just enough for pleasure before it transforms to pain. He pulls back to stand in front of the bed, leaving me cold and wanting. I whimper at the loss of him but then he slowly lowers his sweatpants, allowing his thick length to bounce upwards and I lose the ability to think at all. A bead of pearly pre-cum escapes as he slowly fists himself. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to relieve some of the tension.
“You want my cock?” he asks, and I groan in anticipation of him entering me, filling me completely. Gone is the timid girl who second-guessed everything. In her place? Someone who knows exactly what she wants—and is willing to beg, borrow or steal to get it.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Ineedit.”
“You do, don’t you? Such a good girl,” he says with a smirk, still lazily pumping his dick. I want to reach out and touch him. I want to taste him. “How about you get on your knees and show me how much you want it?” I scramble to my knees in front of him and reach for his dick.
“Touch yourself,” he demands, voice like gravel. “Show me how turned on you are.” I obey instantly—not out of fear or shame, but because Iwantto. Because I have the power to choose. And I’m choosing desire and happiness. My fingers slip between my thighs, circling my clit in slow, unsure strokes as I learn what feels good. Every action is forme. For the part of me I had to bury before.
“That’s it, circle your clit,” he whispers while threading his hand into my hair. He rubs his dick against my lips, and I dart my tongue out, teasing the head before swirling around it, tasting his salty pre-cum.
“Open wide, babe,” he mutters, and I groan in anticipation. I open my mouth and take him straight to the back of my throat. “Fuck, your mouth is my new favorite place to be,” he moans.
“Keep touching yourself; dip two fingers inside that sweet cunt,” he directs. I moan around his cock, his dirty words setting a fire inside me. I slide my fingers into my soakedheat, working myself as he rocks slowly in and out of my mouth. I suck harder, matching his rhythm, giving everything to this moment—wanting him tofeelwhat he’s doing to me. Heat coils low in my belly and my muscles feel tight.
“Give me your hand,” he grits out. “Show me how wet sucking my cock makes you.” I remove my fingers from my dripping pussy and raise my hand upwards. He grasps my wrist, bending over and drawing my hand to his mouth before sucking my fingers. He lets out a low groan that has me clenching my thighs together.
“Fuck, you’re soaked for me, babe. Such a good girl.”
His praise lights a fire inside me and I’m desperate for release. The air crackles with electricity as I hollow my cheeks around his dick. Sucking him hard with everything I have. It’s like I’m going to implode. Who knew sucking dick was so damn hot? I want nothing more than to touch myself again, but I wait for him to tell me I can. Because he seems to know what I need much more than I ever could.
He steps back abruptly, pulling his cock out of my mouth and leaving me empty.
I take ragged breaths as I remain on my knees, gazing up through my eyelashes, awaiting my next instruction. My head is blissfully empty. My only thoughts revolve around our combined gratification and wanting to know what comes next.
“So damn good. I think you’ve earned another orgasm,” he says and I nod vigorously. “Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.”
There’s something about the way he orders me. It removes my opportunity to overthink it, and I can just enjoy. Relax into the feeling of pleasure. Because despite everything I’ve been through, I trust that Jackson will take care of me. Even my wolf is purring. I scramble onto the bed on my hands and knees, crawling away from him. His sharp intake of breath spurs me on, and I drop down onto my forearms, pressing the side of my face to the mattress, arching my back, with my ass in the air.
“Fuck, if that isn’t the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen,” he says while kneeling on the bed behind me. His firm hands caress my hips and waist. “So fucking beautiful.”
He lines his cock up against my entrance, running it up and down my wet slit. I try to wiggle back towards him, but he holds me still. “Please, Jackson, I need you inside me.”
“You want me to wear a condom?”
“No, I need to feel you.” It’s not like I can get pregnant until I’m twenty-one and have my first heat. Plus, shifters can’t contract STDs.
He chuckles before pushing slowly inside me, filling me in a way I’ve never experienced. Instead of the burn or pain, this is pure pleasure. He glides inside my wet heat like he wasmade to fit me perfectly. He pauses for a moment, allowing me to accommodate to his size before he slowly begins to move, rocking his hips back and forth while holding me still.
