Page 113 of Undying Thirst

Hooking my leg on his hip, I arched to feel his hard cock through his joggers.

He moaned against my mouth.

I urged him to his back.

Jax let me. He let me.

Elation spurred my actions. I settled on top of him, my pussy flush with his cock. I was naked and my hair was no longer in a braid. It flowed around my shoulders as it did after a shower. They must have bathed me.

It should have frightened me, but it made me feel taken care of.

And I really liked that feeling. His cock throbbed under me. I yanked his joggers down and he bobbed free. The tip glistened with precum, the slightly red moisture making my mouth water.

I licked my lips and pushed up on my knees. In a smooth motion, I sank down on his shaft.

Jax gasped, his eyes widening on mine. I lifted and lowered on him, grinding and riding him. He moaned, his fingers digginginto my thighs, but the pinch only made my movements harsher. I loved his loss of control. I craved it.

His lips parted, eyes slitting until they were a thin line.

“Catalina,” he groaned, thrusting up with furious abandon. I bounced on his cock, my breasts swayed with the rhythm. “I need you.”

In a swift motion, he had me on my back again, not detaching from my pussy.

He dipped his head and sank his teeth into my neck. After one suck, he pulled them out and lowered them to my breast. He bit the swell of my breast. I groaned, arching my neck and moving my head side to side. He moved to my nipple and bit me again. My pussy seized around his cock and my release swelled until I crested over the edge. I cried out, coming hard.

Punctures littered my body. His marks. I ran my hands against the hard muscled shoulders, rubbing against the silky skin.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Fuck. Kitten.”

I bowed my spine, meeting each and every thrust with desperation. His loss of control drove me crazy.

He gripped my chin and turned my head to the side. Tobias caught my eye. I was so lost in Jax that I didn’t note him entering. He sat on the chair with his legs splayed and his cock in hand. The smooth, wet tip glistened.

Jax sank his teeth into the side of my neck, striking with fervor. My eyelashes fluttered shut. My orgasm slammed into me and my core gripped him in pulsating throbs.

“Jax. Jaxon. Jaxon.” I cried out, half whimpering.

He relentlessly pounded into me, giving me zero mercy.

FORTY

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I lay on the couch,my head cushioned in Ren’s lap with a book in hand. Turned out, one of the doors led to a floor to ceiling library, so I’d had plenty to comb through before I settled on the first edition of Pride and Prejudice. I looked up from the book. Ren stared down at me with contemplative focus.

Asher lay behind me, his arm wrapped around my midsection, his head was also on Ren’s lap as he held my back flush to his chest.

“Does it bother you?” Nothing but curiosity filled Ren’s tone. Was he still talking about the conversation we had earlier?

“Because you were a criminal as a human?”

He hummed his assent. I pursed my lips. I’d abstained from asking further questions because ‘ignorance was bliss’ and all that. But he seemed almost confused by my lack of reaction. “What did you do?”

“Theft and murder.” His brown eyes scanned my face.

“He had a signature kill, too.” Asher’s fingernail scratched across my throat. I jerked my chin down to block his access to my throat.

“Asher,” I complained. He chuckled and retreated. When I returned my attention to Ren, he still stared at me.

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