I slammed the dagger back into its sheath.
Before I could move to let him up, Jax wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled me down close, a new spark alighting in his eye. “You shouldn’t have done that.”
Another shiver snaked down my spine, but it wasn’t his touch that was cold. He was as warm as any other man. But his touch? It brought out the cold from deep inside me—and that’s where therealterror lived.
Where his power lived.
Jax squeezed my neck. Arched his hips, ever so slightly, making me feel it. Feel him.
Time stopped. The world stopped. Right now, there was nothing outside the trees that mattered.
“Jax,” I whispered, but it was too late.
He flipped us so he was on top, his weight pressing me into the soft ground, hands clamped down over my wrists, his body warm and solid and delicious and…
Oh, hell, I was fucked.
“What… what are you doing?”
“You were right, angel. I couldn’t give you what you wanted. So now I’ll have to give you what you need.”
He claimed me in another kiss—bruising, fucking incredible. The fear rose again, but this time it had no face. No images. Only a feeling of ice-cold dread and dagger-sharp edges slicing right through me, a contrast to his hot mouth and fiery touch.
Resisting the urge to run again, I slid my hands up inside the back of his T-shirt, clawing at his shoulders as he continued to own me with his mouth.
He finally broke our kiss. “Think you can hurt me again, angel?” he growled in my ear. “Do your worst.”
“I hope you feel this all fucking night.” I raked my nails hard down his back.
He hissed in my ear, then licked his way down to my neck, biting me so hard he drew blood. I cried out, but the pain quickly turned to pleasure as the warm trickle slid over my skin.
Like a man unhinged, he grunted and tore open my shirt, kissing and biting his way down my chest, my stomach, his mouth searing every inch of exposed skin. When he got to my pants and underwear, he didn’t even bother taking them all the way off. Just yanked them down to my knees, then buried his sexy demon face right between my thighs.
I moaned and fisted his hair, which only encouraged him to go harder, tongue lapping my clit as he shoved two fingers inside me and fucked me fast and furious.
I gasped and writhed, his mouth and fingers driving me closer and closer to the edge, harder, faster, so intense I couldn’t even catch my breath before…
“Right there. I’m… yes! Jax!”
A starburst of blinding, white-hot ecstasy exploded inside me, waves of pleasure rolling through my body as the demon sucked my clit and curled his fingers, hitting the perfect spot, making good on his promise to give meexactlywhat I needed.
“Jax,” I whispered again, the night sky tilting sideways, and he got to his knees and glared at me, his mouth glistening with the evidence of what he’d done.
I hadn’t even finished shuddering through the last aftershock when he flipped me onto my stomach, grabbed my hips, and hauled my ass up in the air.
He was behind me now, one hand on my backside, the other unzipping his pants.
His cock teased against my still-dripping pussy.
“Okay?” he growled.
One question.
One answer.
“Fuck yes,” I breathed, and he slammed into me from behind, letting loose a deep, possessive growl that made me weak.
He fucked me hard and deep, fingers digging into my hips as he claimed me, owned me, marked me.
