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Chapter15
Aspen
“Where are you taking me?” I ask Jaxon, not complaining when his hand slips into mine. Fresh air filters through the foam on my skin, creating a deep chill that I relish. Anything to soothe the burning of my betraying loins.
I let Chase get into my head and influence my actions. The blood they fed me was tainted, evident by the light-headed spin swirling around my head. Anyone in my position, presented with three interested males and only a few hours to enjoy them, would also walk hand-in-hand while Jax smiles and tugs me to wherever he was taking me.
Reaching the edge of the small town, we trail the edge of the wall towards a series of houses set aside from the rest of the territory—a small suburb fitted with manicured lawns and white picket fences. My heart thumps in my chest, my senses on full alert. Chase and Torsten aren’t too far behind, keeping a reasonable distance.
I can only imagine the threats Jaxon promised when I went to the club’s bathroom for a moment of peace. Unfortunately, no amount of water splashed on my face or slaps I gave myself helped to unscramble my thoughts. Without Sawyer around to talk me down from the ledge of bad decisions, I’m left at the mercy of two primal beasts within. One of which is currently horny as fuck, and the other is whining to be petted and told she’s a good girl.
“Lorcan thought it best that mated couples have a haven away from the pressures of the castle. He may be many things, but your father knows something about nurturing love.”
“Yeah, right.” I snort. The dirt path we’re following suddenly becomes stone, a road diverting in three directions. As if constructed from the front cover of a magazine, the expansive building is clad in white and artfully decorated in the light of the moon. Telltale shutter systems have been implemented over bay windows, the Techies leaving their mark with keypad entry systems.
“No, really, Aspen,” Jax pulls me to a stop beside a small gate. “You saw Lorcan the other night. He’s suffering, and there’s no amount of time or distraction that will heal him. I know we’ve ambushed you with all of this, but you might want to consider building a relationship with him. While you’re still able to.”
“So, how many mated couples live here?” I ask, swiftly turning my head and changing the subject.
“Currently, there aren’t any. Our females have never been able to survive childbirth.” My jaw drops open, eyes whipping back to Jaxon’s saddened blue gaze.
“Never? But…” my brow furrows. That means none of these vampires have known what it’s like to have a mother. To feel nurtured. and it's still up for debate whether I've actually survived, but I’m thankful for the time I had with her. Yet, no females mean no new generations. “Fuck Jax, how many vampires are left?”
“A hundred or so. Less than our rivals believe. It wasn’t noticeable until only males began being born—a dark time for us all. Males were driven crazy by their need to reproduce. Resorted to kidnapping, and rape, things I’m not proud to have witnessed. Lorcan was just a commander back then but saw the need for a change.” I peer back to the looming castle on the heightened mound.
“He became king to save the remaining females,” I nod. My teeth sink into the inside of my cheek, not wanting to sympathize with him. Refusing to let the blossom of understanding resonate within. I need someone to hate. Someone to blame, and I’m worried that if it isn’t him, it will probably be me.
“Come, there’s something I need to show you.”
“Wait, last question. If females are unable to have children, why were these houses built? Surely couples won’t last long enough to enjoy them.” A lump rises in my throat.
“Aside from yourself and your sister, Lorcan has forbidden all future pregnancies. What you see now, the vampires you meet…we’re all that will ever be. Our species ends with us.” Shifting his hand to interlink our fingers, Jax opens the gate and leads me inside. As promised, I leave the subject at the fence. The porch is wide, clad in white wood beneath an overhanging porch. Pushing in the keycode, Jaxon gestures for me to enter the darkened space.
“So, what did you want to show me?” The door slams closed.
“This,” his voice breathes beside my ear. Spinning me around, Jaxon pins me against the door. His weight traps me as his sinful mouth begins its attack. Kissing, licking, nibbling, and scraping his fangs along my shoulder, neck, and jawline. I groan, desire quickly overwhelming my surprise.
“I thought this was strictly against the rules,” I mutter. A smirk hitches my lips, coming directly from my inner vampire. My wolf shudders, slipping me the last thought of ‘Jaxon will suffer for this’ before she’s suppressed. Jaxon’s jean-clad thigh pushes between mine, reminding me of how wet I’ve been since Torsten’s kiss and Chase’s lust-filled words.
When his lips finally take mine hostage, I am already panting from the heat radiating from his body. Calloused hands roam my waist and stomach, pushing the bralette higher to brush his palms across my ribs. His exploration of my body continues up my back until he holds my nape firmly, forcing my submission to his desires. This vampire is going to own me in every conceivable way before sunrise, and I’m going to let him.
Bending to throw me over his shoulder, a surprised scream escapes my throat. He chuckles, the rumbling passing through my torso pressed against his back. Carrying me up the stairs and into a bathroom, Jax plants me inside the shower cubicle and turns the water on. There’s no hint of protest from me when he steps into the glass chamber, fully clothed, and closes the sliding door behind him.
“You’re filthy,” he groans, his eyes on the stains running from my shorts, dripping down my thighs. My inner vampire groans in delight as I manage to retain a hint of control.
“Sure,” I laugh. “This has nothing to do with Torsten’s and Chase’s scent being all over me.” Jaxon’s blue eyes turn glacial, the jealousy swirling in the depths, causing me to bite my lip. He doesn’t like that. Pulling my lip free with his thumb, Jax shoves me beneath the spray and stalks directly after.
His collared, black shirt is immediately soaked through, revealing every rippled muscle of his abdomen through the material. My throat is dry, craving him. Desperate to lick a pathway between each ripple in his abdomen towards the deeply engrained V lingering above his waistband. Flicking my eyes lower, his full, impressive length is visibly outlined through dark blue jeans.
“I need you to command me,” Jax barely manages to grit out, his voice constricted. Inhaling deeply, the truth of his desperation is thick. He’s barely holding back, a sense of duty gripping the last of his reservations. I could toy with him, but fuck if I don’t want him just as much.
“Take me.” Kicking off his shoes, Jax takes his shirt in both hands and yanks hard. His biceps flex against the short, restricting sleeves as buttons burst around the booth like plastic bullets. I’m too distracted to flinch, unable to stand and watch his perfect body being revealed any longer. Stepping forward, fully under the spray of warm water, I reach up on my tip toes to push the shirt’s collar over Jax’s corded shoulders.
Once the material drops onto the floor, I kiss over the expanse of tattoos he bears, stopping to pay distinct attention to the dragon head in the center of his chest. A rumbling growl passes beneath, more beast than male. Boldly, despite fumbling, I reach for his leather belt, unbuckling and pulling the length free from the hoops with more finesse than I thought I could manage.
Jax launches forward and grips my hips, pushing me backward against the cool tile wall. My back momentarily arches, causing my breasts to jut outwards. Keeping his head hung low, Jax’s lips are teasingly close to my aching nipples as he unbuttons my shorts and hooks his thumbs in the waistband. Slowly, so damn leisurely, he pushes them down to the floor and kneels to remove my shoes. After helping me to step free, Jax’s eyes glow with hunger, my bared pussy so close to his mouth. Considering Chase supplied my outfit, it’s no surprise I had no underwear on. His breath fans me as I try not to quiver under his scrutiny, water cascading around us like a curtain.
Running his hands up my smooth legs, his mouth worships my thighs, kissing and trailing his fangs across my sensitized skin. Planting a brief kiss against my clit, he stands back to his full height, towering over me. I scowl. While his slanted smile against his harshly handsome face is a sight to behold, the sight of that handsome face between my thighs is one I want branded inside my mind for good.
