Page 15 of Wrath

He chuckled and tossed the pants somewhere behind him. Hopefully not the lake. That would lead to averyawkward conversation when I had to ask for a new pair come morning.

“I want to thank you,” he murmured, kissing the inside of my thigh.

My hips jolted upwards.

“Thank me?”

He planted another kiss, this one closer to where I so desperately wanted him to be.

Neededhim to be.

“Yes. Thank you.” He kissed me yet again—so close, yet too damn far. “Thank you for saving me.”

His lips found my pussy.

“Thank you for loving me.”

Another chaste kiss.

“Thank you for never giving up on me.”

And then he was devouring me. His tongue prodded my entrance, joined quickly by his fingers. As he ate me out, I forgot all about the humans and the war and the kings and my evil sister and even the damn sand. Nothing existed outside of himand the way he made me feel, like I was beautiful and wonderful and not at all broken.

Like I was deserving of love.

When he finally came up for air, I tugged his lips to mine and kissed him. I tasted myself on him, and it was intoxicating.

“I love you, Jax,” I whispered, rolling him over so he lay on his back.

I tugged at his pants until his cock sprang free, already dripping with precum. I grabbed his throbbing length and ran my thumb over the tip.

“Fuck, Z.” His hands landed on my waist.

I helped him remove his pants the rest of the way, and then I straddled him, lining his cock up with my entrance. Slowly, never taking my eyes off him, I sank down, loving the feel of him inside me. Filling me up. Making me whole. Replacing all of the darkness in my life with bursts of light.

A moan worked its way through me. “God, Jax. You feel so good.”

“Move for me, baby. Let me see you.”

I bounced on Jax’s cock as moonlight danced across his face like writhing, silver snakes. Pleasure hooded his eyes, and his lips parted slightly, revealing his fangs. He captured one of my breasts and squeezed it.

“You’re so damn beautiful, Z. I love you so much.” With his free hand, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged my face down to his.

Every brush of his lips against mine was a reminder of all we had to fight for, all we had to live for.

Love for him unfurled inside of me, but it was tinged with desperation. Any second now, this could be taken away from me.

Hecould be taken away.

I couldn’t allow that to happen.

Iwouldn’t.

And as we fell apart together on the beach in the moonlight, I knew I would do whatever it took to hold on to my mates—hold on to these moments that only intensified my love for them.

No one—not the kings, not Aaliyah, not even the humans—would get in the way of that.

I’d like to see them try.

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