Jax pulls her hand from her clit, and slaps it against the bed with a frustrated grunt.
He’s failing.
He’s never left a lover displeased.
Never had any complaints he hasn’t swiftly rectified.
But this?
This was a godsdamned puzzle.
“What is it, Jaxxy?” he forces out, instilling every syllable with patience he doesn’t feel.
She pushes her chest from the bed. “You changed your rhythm. I lost it. I was close, and then I lost it.”
Anger rises sharp and hot up his spine.
“Darling, you asked me to go harder. I did. I’m trying to give you what you want. What youneed,” he offers, schooling his features into what he hopes resembles understanding.
But Jax scoffs. “Well, you’re failing.”
The words are flat. Hollow. But they hit something real.
Surprise flickers in Ronyn’s chest. Not because she’s being undeservedly harsh—no, that was normal—but because she’s directing it with such ireat him. The one person who hasstayed. Who has overlooked the taunts, the sarcasm, the poor treatment she throws at him.
Jax has always been playful in her taunts. Never callous. At least, not with him. But his surprise twists.
“You know, Jax, I have actually fucked before, contrary to your obvious opinion. Perhaps if I wasn’t being given such constant instruction, I might be able to actually do something you like,” he tries to snap the words, but they come out sad.Hurt.
Jax flinches. Barely, but it’s there.
“Just lie down, let me get on top,” she says, defeated.
Ronyn’s chest aches, but he can’t let this be how it goes. After a decade of darkness, Jax needs light. And he’s determined to give it to her. So he performs. Just like he always does when pain threatens connection.
“I’d argue, but this feels suspiciously like winning,” he jests, and her mouth quirks up at the corners.
Back to rule number two: Make her laugh.
He lies down, head brushing against the headboard.
“Right,” he announces. “Time to give little Tarrakai and me a show. He does like to be mounted.”
The vessel does not speak on my behalf. Tarrakai’s rich grumble floods Ronyn’s mind.
He smirks. “Tarrakai requests more mounting, actually. Quite enjoys it,” Ronyn says with a wink.
An animalistic rumble fills his mind, but Ronyn sends back a laugh—banter between friends.
Jax huffs an undeniable laugh. “You haven’t even made me come and you’re already insufferable.”
Good.She’s back.
Jax straddles him, leaning forward to align him at her entrance.
Her breasts hang forward, deep-brown eyes locked on his, raven hair falling forward and bracketing his face—the perfect view before his eyes.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
