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Chapter seventeen
‘Man on a Mission’ Oh the Larceny
JAZ MONROE
Down in the cell, as I helped remove the Demons from who I believe is my sister, I felt an awakening inside me. I felt a link of power unfold itself within me and my vision changed. Much like the time Roman sealed his side of the bond with me, I was able to see the smallest microscopic lint in the air, the small bits of silver dust floating in the cell, and the waves of heat rolling off my sister. But unlike the last time, my vision was tinted in teal-green and the wave of unfiltered power that flowed through my body was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
When it was all over, it was as though all the life and energy had been vacuumed from my body, leaving me utterly exhausted. The vulnerability I felt in that moment when I collapsed into Roman’s arms, was absolutely terrifying. But when I awoke, still in Roman’s arms, I felt the safest I’ve ever felt before.
Maybe I don’t want to face what happened down in the cell, or maybe I’m just built differently, and I don’t need to face it. Traumatic as it was, I feel a mild sense of completeness. Mild because it feels as though there’s still something missing, as though I’ve misplaced something, and my subconscious knows it.More like my soul knows it.
Still, in this moment, I feel better than I have in my life. Especially with Roman’s tongue in my mouth and his velvety cock stroking through my folds. I’m so wet and he’s so hard that all I’d need to do is tilt my hips just so and he’d slide right inside. Fuck, I want that, but I love the tortured sounds coming from my mate each time I deny him entrance.
I can feel my swollen clit rubbing deliciously against his veiny shaft. Each forward stroke sends a zing through my bloodstream pushing me faster and hard until I reach the crest ofmount pleasure.
“That’s right, baby, come on my cock. Let me see you drown in ecstasy.”
His words are what push me over the cliff, diving headfirst into the abyss only Roman can create for me. I continue to slowly roll my hips, moaning as I drag out every last second of my climax. Roman reaches over my thigh, stroking his fingers over the tight ring of my ass down to my pussy before spreading me wide and slamming in balls deep.
I let out a guttural scream, but he doesn’t let up, not that I want him to. He rolls us over so that he’s above me and grips my hips, his claws shifting and piercing my skin, adding pain with my pleasure as he pounds into me so hard, I can feel the bruises beginning to form inside me.
“So fucking good.” I grunt out, sliding my hands over my face and down to my breasts, “Fuck me harder, Alpha.”
“Fuck, Jaz,” he groans as he complies.
There’s an unsatisfied need inside me, like a blistering and pounding need to have Roman rip me open and fuck me in painful ways. An aggressive craving to feel his cock break through my body’s barriers and bring me newfound pleasures. Using my supernatural agility, I throw myself forward, my shifted claws hooking into Roman’s broad shoulders, causing blood to drip down his back. It starts a frenzy, pushing us to fuck as hard as we can, our animal instincts driving us into such a wild rutting that nothing else matters but the pleasure we give and take. With the guidance of his hands on my hips, I lift up and drop back down repeatedly, screaming with each downward slam.
“Fuck yes, baby. No one but me is going to have this pussy and this ass,” Roman growls as he slips two fingers in my ass, the pain only adding fuel to the inferno, “Come for me, Jaz. Come so I can fuck this tight little ass.”
I lean forward, his filthy words making my climax hit so hard that I feel the wetness soak between us as I sink my teeth into his shoulder. The taste of ancient blood and magic fills my senses, making each one—sight, hearing, taste, smell, touch—enhance and become symphony. Our powers begin to mingle, and my skin feels alight, as if a well of power has just been poured into me.
My teeth are still deep in Roman's shoulder, his blood no longer flowing, instead there's a swirl of luminate lights dancing along his skin, slipping past my lips and down my throat. His power becoming mine.
Just as it was in the cell, our wolves unfold from us, surrounding us rather than taking over our will. I pull my teeth from Roman's shoulder and look up. Watching as our brilliant wolves rub their snouts against one another. Their mist like substances intertwining as they both look up and give their howls. We can’t hear it with our ears though, the ancient sounds are too pure for our human sides to hear, but I can feel the powerful rumble within my soul.
As they stop and refold their power back into us, the room and everything around us fills completely with a bright and blinding light. Every sound, even our labored breathing, goes deadly quiet as though hearing was never part of our senses. But through the silence and blindly light, my mind’s eye opens wide, like a door opens and leads me to an infinite hall of thoughts and memories. Thoughts and memories that are not my own.
You are mine and I am yours. Now and forever, we are one.
Roman’s mental voice sounds clearly in my head, but it doesn’t freak me out as I thought it would. Instead, I feel touched by the hands of the Ancients. Their power to which time has no hold over, runs through my body and into Roman’s. Knitting and knotting us together.
What happens now?I ask using our newfound gift, the mental link.
There’s still a lot we will learn about one another, but as far as the bond goes; we’re fully sealed, little wolf.
Roman stands, reminding me that our bodies are still connected until he slides from me and carries me to the shower where we quickly clean up while the giant tub fills with water. Once we're finally sitting in the tub, both of us facing each other as the steam fills the four feet of space dividing us.
We may be fated mates, our bond completed and all that jazz, but I'm still very much into my space. Roman doesn't seem like the cuddling type anyway, so we do not need to be tied at the hip and show each other twenty-four seven. Mate or not, I think I'd end up killing him if I couldn't find some space to breathe on my own once in a while.
"The girl in the cell called you Jazaline before you passed out," Roman says casually, "Is that your full name?"
"Makes sense but I've never heard that name before. I've always gone by Jaz."
"Who named you? You said you were found abandoned, but if that girl is your sister and knew your real name, you must've already had that name."
I think about that for a moment, digging into my earliest memory but all I come up with is Raider Pack being the only home and family I've known. The old woman who cared for me was an omega and she was a well-respected healer in our pack, but she's never called me anything but Jaz. I wish I had thought to ask more questions growing up, but I was a pup who was looking to the future, not worried about the past.
"Maybe I was found with a note or a blanket that had my name stitched into it? Whatever the story is, I'm glad I didn't suffer the same fate as my sister." That still feels weird to say but her face is the exact replica of mine.
