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“Out loud, my dear princess,” I toyed. I pushed my tail in just a little and I watched her eyes widen. The end wasn’t as thick as my cock, but it was dexterous.
“Yes,” she let out with a breathy moan. “More,” she whimpered.
“Good girl,” I smiled as I pushed my tail in deeper.
Her moans of encouragement quickened my pace as I started fucking her with my tail, feeling entirely jealous of it. I had to be careful not to go in too far and risk hurting her.
“Now, come for me princess,” I commanded, knowing the only thing holding her back was herself. I lowered my tongue and with a few short swipes, she was coming undone beneath me. I slowly eased my tail from her, watching as it glistened in the low light.
Morrigan laid on the table, sprawled out and unmoving. I chuckled as I went to get her a warm, wet towel and a new set of clothes. When I came back, she insisted on cleaning herself up and I didn’t want to overstep any boundaries. I mean, I literally just had my face up there and loved every second. I’m not sure why she should feel self-conscious of me wiping her down.
“Do you feel any better now?” I asked as she pulled on her pajamas.
“A little, I’m still really thirsty though.” As if on cue, her drink from earlier reappeared on the table, given back by Hell. I had wondered if we might have spilled the first drink when we took over the table.
“Ouch,” I faked being shot in the heart.
“Oh no, that was excellent. Very excellent, actually. I’m a little overwhelmed with how excellent it was, so I’m going to need to process that for a few. But as far as the hungry, power boost thing, yes, my power is brimmingly full right now. I still have this thirsty type feeling though.”
“Better or worse kisser than Justice?” I asked, already excited to tell Justice who was newly up on the leaderboard.
“Oh no, we are not doing any of that,” she scorned, and it made me laugh.
“Do you want me to tuck you in?” I took a step back to give her some more space. It was getting rather late, and she would have to train tomorrow. Jax was going to take the morning shift with her since she had been so badly drained of power, she never even got Jax’s first lesson.
“No, I think I can manage. Thank you, Jasper. I had a great day with you,” she said with that cute fucking smile. I left her alone in her own space to do whatever processing she needed, now that I had completely rocked her world.
CHAPTER14
MORRIGAN
My alarm went off, pulling me from one of the most restful nights of sleep I had ever gotten. I didn’t want to get out of bed, and no one could make me. Training first would be with Jax, and that meant I wouldn’t have to go anywhere until after lunch. Jasper had taken the midday shift and Justice was now on evenings, which didn’t bother me in the slightest.
I could admit I woke up feeling more energy pulsing through me than most mornings. I’d be lying if I didn’t say the events with Jasper were likely the reason. It was honestly the most incredible time I have ever had, intimately. Our brief trip into town was fantastic, too. I wondered just who I was proving what to; in holding off on being with my boys physically while also learning who they are as demons.
Hopefully, today I would have enough power to get the stupid fucking wall built between myself and Jax, just like he wanted. Yesterday kind of pissed me off. Training this morning would consist of me lying in bed, in pajamas, trying to make sure the next time I wanted to just turn Jax off, I could. I waited in the same way you wait for a phone call: miserably.
“Good morning,”his voice was deep and groggy, cascading through my mind. It was like I just had a pot of coffee. Damn. I imagined him sprawled out on his bed. Stretching. Ugh, why did he have to be so damn attractive? I hadn’t even seen him in the past few days. He’s been avoiding me. It has something to do with why he wouldn’t just answer my fucking question.
“You seem in a better mood,”my voice lazy as I turned onto my back, putting my hands on my stomach. Convincing myself that I would stick to training and avoidance with Jax. I kept my eyes closed and imagined myself in a dark space. Our conversation can go on in here. Seemed fitting for the man who would rather be a dark cloud than have a conversation with the other party.
“I’m optimistic this morning will go well.”I imagined an enthusiastic smile on his face, something I have never seen.
“Well, if any day was a good one, it’s this morning. I am about as full of power as I can be, so if it’s still not enough, then it’s something we’ll have to wait for until I’ve completed more of my transition.”Briefly, I wondered if he would ask about my extra power source or just accept that the mornings were better than in the evening when I was running low.
“I’m ready when you are. Try to build a wall to keep me out.”He was calm, and I will admit it made me soften towards him slightly. It was almost as if there were two of him, the hard callus demon that would tear the hand off anyone that touched him, and the one that spoke in my head. Yesterday’s head voice was a grumpy asshole, too.
I focused on building the wall around my mind, the first layer simple and effective. That one took nearly no effort at all to build or hold. The problem came as soon as Jax met the wall. He instantly came through. It was like I needed to find the very pull of our bond and shove power through it to block the path. The more power I pushed in, the more the connection ate through it, and then I would be out of power.
Maybe I could try thinking of it more like an entryway into a bedroom of my house rather than blocking up the whole flow. Something more like a door. The door would certainly need to have a lock on it, so Jax couldn’t come in unless I wanted him to. I mentally arranged my power into a doorway right at the spot within me where Jax felt the strongest. I attached it to the bond itself, allowing its energy to flow through the door, powering it without needing a constant supply from me. Simple, elegant even.But would it be enough?
I waited and waited. Nothing. I always felt when Jax pushed into my barriers, even before they broke. I could feel the contact of his power as it drove into mine, shattering it to pieces as a stone would a mirror. But now, I felt absolutely nothing. I figured he was simply giving me time to pull up a powerful shield. If this goes bad and I must explain the weird mental door I just built, ugh.
A knock at my bedroom door startled me. I sat up as it opened and Jax was standing there. Oh, damn it all to hell. He was every bit just lying in bed before he arrived at my door. You know that boy, or man, or supermodel, the one with the dark hair and abs? That was Jax, my dark angsty chiseled to perfection demon. Loose sweatpants hung low on his waist, and he had no shirt on. His dark black hair was ruffled, like he hadn’t even bothered to brush it out yet. He was covered in tattoos, marking most of his body that was on display. Even Justice didn’t have this many tattoos.
“You did it, didn’t you?” His voice, steady as always, tumbled from him. The tone didn’t match the pace.
“I built a doorway to our bond rather than building a wall to keep you out. Trying to block you out is like trying to cut out a piece of me. It doesn’t work, but I can give us boundaries. Now, there’s a door. I can put a little doorbell on it if you would like. I’m not sure how to use a mental doorbell on a mental door that exists within me because I said it does, but we can give it a go.” I shrugged, staying exactly where I was, still in bed.
