Jackson stares at me expectantly while running a hand lightly across my stomach. Back and forth as tingles erupt along the path he creates. I feel like I’m standing on a precipice, terrified of falling—but when I look into his eyes, I know he’ll catch me.
“I want… I want you to make me come with your tongue first, then I want to, um, I want to make myself come on your cock.”
“Fuuuck babe,” he groans, already moving between my legs. He licks along my stomach in the space between the leggings and crop top I’m wearing. Wet heat builds in my pussy. I gasp when he extends a claw on one finger and slices through the fabric of my leggings like paper. He rips them off me and his mouth is on me in seconds. Licking and sucking at me, he elicits sounds I didn’t know I could make.
I cover my mouth to stifle my moans, but Jackson grabs my hands, holding them at my sides. “Those aremymoans. I want to hear every noise you make.” His words light me up, knowing he doesn’t think I’m too loud or want me to hide my feelings.
My orgasm builds quickly and shoots through my body without warning. The guttural groans that release from my mouth have my cheeks burning at how loud I was.
“Fuck, I love hearing you fall apart for me nearly as much as I love the taste of your sweet cum.”
Jackson’s words send a shiver through me as the waves of my orgasm ease away. Jackson continues to lick at my sensitive clit, making me squirm. “Give me one more baby, then you can ride my cock,” he growls against my entrance, but I’m so oversensitive and overstimulated.
“I can’t,” I mutter, thrashing my head from side to side and even as I say it, I know it’s not true. I would give him anything he asked for.
“You can. And you will.”
Jackson releases one of my hands to push two of his fingers into my pussy, curling them inside me as he flicks my clit with his tongue relentlessly. My legs tremble as intensepressure builds inside my core, different from before. I scream his name as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. Wet heat gushes from me, coating the sheets and Jackson in my cum.
Oh no, what the hell was that?
“Fuuuck,” Jackson groans, sitting back and hitting me with that crooked grin I love so much. Jackson looks like a damn deviant as he licks his fingers clean, staring into my eyes all the while. “That was so fucking hot!”
I flush. “That was… okay?” I ask. And then he’s lunging for my mouth, devouring me. I groan into his mouth as I taste myself on his tongue and lips. My hands find their way into his hair as I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Okay? That was incredible, baby!Youare incredible.” He drops kisses down my neck, paying special attention near my marking spot, and my wolf preens at the thought of being marked by this perfect male.
I want that more than anything. To be his forever.
Jackson pulls back to strip off his clothes before rejoining me on the bed. His large hands wrap around my waist as he lifts me to straddle him. I glance down at his hard length before reaching for it and positioning at my entrance. He’s thick and hard and perfect. Mine. I sink down and cry out at the stretch.
Jackson stares at me, intensity darkening his gaze as he waits for me to start moving. I’ve never taken charge like this before and as much as I want to, I can’t help the gnawing anxiety. What if I do it wrong? I chew on my lips while wringing my hands as I try to find the words to tell him I don’t know what to do next.
“Don’t overthink it,” he whispers, reading my apprehension. He places his hands on my hips as he guides my movements gently. “Find what works for you. Take your pleasure. Use me.”
The power he hands over to me has my core tightening around him. I drop my hands to his chest and roll my hips, finding an angle that feels good. Really good. Jackson drops his hand to my clit as my movements get faster.
“Come for me, baby, I can’t hold on much longer,” Jackson grits out and the thought that I am bringing him pleasure warms me from the inside out. A few seconds later and I’m falling over the edge again before collapsing onto him.
Jackson tightens his grip on me, pounding upwards until he grunts out his release seconds later.
We collapse together, tangled in sweat-slicked limbs and a still-warm glow. He kisses my temple, arms wrapped protectively around me like armor.
We snuggle close in this position, and I smile into his chest. Jackson has a way of making me feel in control and empowered, even when he is pushing me to do something new. He creates safety in a way I’ve never experienced.
And all I can think is—please let him be my mate. Because I don’t know how I’ll survive losing this.
Chapter 26
Emily
The past few days have gone by in a blur of therapy, self-defense, hanging with Sofia, Jackson absolutely rocking my world, and running in both my human and wolf forms. Getting to know Jackson better has been perfect. Everything I learn about him makes me feel more and more confident that we are meant to be. The ease at which we can talk, how comfortable I feel around him, and how much he pushes me to come out of my shell. It keeps getting better.
I still freak out at least once every other day; Maya tells me it’s my brain’s fear center being triggered because I have complex PTSD, but I’m working on it. And when I’m with Jackson, everything is safe and so different that my triggers are happening a lot less frequently.
He is somehow both crazy sweet and dominantly sexy simultaneously. Like, how he always checks in on me, even when he is bringing me pleasure. Or how he takes the time to tell me how he is feeling all the time. He seems to have an innate ability to notice when I start overthinking and pulls me out of it before I get too lost. The way he balances giving me the freedom and autonomy I crave with the dominance and control I need. He keeps me feeling both safe and excited.
And now we’ve reached the night before my birthday. When we wake up tomorrow, I’ll be twenty-one and Jackson and I will find out if we are fated mates. The idea both thrills and terrifies me. There’s this constant flutter under my skin, like I’ve swallowed a hundred butterflies. It’s almost unbearable.
