Page 48 of Jace

Her fingers were on my arse, pulling me closer, legs and arms clinging with the same fierce need I felt. Inside my chest, the awareness blossomed into life.

Love.

Rich, deep, complex, the vortex swirled around us. Her pleasure hit me like a fucking avalanche, and my balls reached for more and found nothing, yet I still felt the dizzying sensations, the shuddering bliss.

“Jace!”

“I’ve got you, baby.”

Jesus, what the fuck had been wrong with me to leave her like that? It terrified me how I might have lost her. It pained me that I’d hurt her and caused her to doubt.

“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s okay now. I can feel you—all of you.”

And she could. There was nothing I could hide from her, not any more. I was exposed. It should have frightened me, but it was comforting.

It was right.

My cock jerked. Damn, I wanted her again. I needed her again. I rocked my hips, testing the knot, stirring a growl from my mate when I tried to pull out.

Her arms and legs wrapped around me, tightened.

I grinned.

She shook her head in warning, trying to be stern and failing.

“What?” I said, all fake innocence.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Dare what, baby?” My cock jerked again. He was on board with round two.

A sudden thudding on the bedroom door brought a genuine growl to my lips.

“Jace! Sloane’s sister is here! She’s starting some fucking bullshit, demanding to see her sister.”

I glanced down at Sloane.

“Is she okay?” she asked.

“Handle her!” I hollered back. “She is now, baby. Ryder will take good care of her. Now, I’m going to take good care of your pussy.”

Chapter Sixteen

Ryder

‘Handle her,’ he said. How the fuck was I supposed to handle a bratty beta who was now officially under Jace’s protection? He hadn’t said that part, but it was kind of an unwritten rule. Just like neither Dane nor me put our hands on Ella, touching Em felt much the same.

But as I exited the elevator…and was assaulted by a sharp bony finger in the centre of my chest, all that went out the window.

“Where’s Sloane?” Emma demanded. “You said you were fetching her.”

“I said I was going to check on her,” I replied, feeling that calm settle over me, the kind that usually foreshadowed someone getting fucked up…or a brat getting the spanking of their life. “And she was pretty busy.”

I didn’t point out that Jace had sounded like he would rearrange my face if I didn’t fuck off.

“It was implied,” she practically growled, giving another sharp poke.

“For fuck’s sake, Em, stop poking me in the damn chest!”

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