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I shimmered into sight while bending at the waist, planting my hands on the door. “Fill me, beta.”
Pants seated just below his ass, Jaxon stepped close and ran the head of his dick up through my soaked folds. “I can feel how much you want me,” he said, his voice low and lustful. “I love tasting you in the air.”
He hesitated, and the tease of his cock’s head tapping against my clit trickled arousal from my slit. I whimpered, wiggling my ass.
Jaxon groaned and slowly pressed into me, my breath catching as our shared desire swept over us both, causing my skin to pebble.
“Goddamn, do I love you.” He pulled me upright, wrapped his arms around me, and fucked into me hard and fast, feasting on my neck while slamming into me over and over.
“Needed you,” I gasped as he pressed my torso against the door, the metal cool against my heated face and breasts. “Couldn’t. Stay. Away.”
“Fuck.” He clenched his jaw to keep from blowing too soon—he wanted to stay inside me forever, feel my wet heat clamp around him, take him soaring to the stars.
Yes, I told him through our bond as my beast did the same.Forever.
The first spurt of his cum against my womb took me over the edge, my climax stealing my breath.
“Jaxon,” I breathed his name while arching, desperate for his cock to go deeper, pierce my soul, and flood me with everything he was.
“Prim.” He stopped thrusting, his arms squeezing me tight, lips and tongue all over my neck, my jaw, my mouth.
The sweetness of his breath swarmed my taste buds, and I drank him in, knowing I would never get enough. Ever. Staying away would never be an option, and we laughed while discussing future trysts in the store’s bathroom before he hurried back to work.
Chapter 37
Patrick
Prim’s energy had passed overhead, causing my groin to tingle, but it faded as quickly as it came, triggering a flaring bone-deep ache to radiate through my body before quieting once more. Leaving the two of them behind in my bed had been just as agonizing, but every block I’d driven away from my house earlier that morning had proved easier.
As had pushing the suddenly chatty darkness inside me that had graduated to using manipulative full sentences back behind tenuous walls.
Sitting at my desk with quietness in my head was a welcome respite, and I relaxed for the first time in what seemed like days, rather than hours, since our bonding.
Distance is key to keeping my brain quiet, I told myself while flipping through the files for that day’s patients, even though the deepest reaches of me longed to return home, where mental chaos—but also a sense of comfort and fulfillment—awaited me.
My cock swelled regardless of my un-sexual thoughts.
Visions of Jaxon taking Primrose from behind flooded my mind, his steady thrusts pressing her against a door. The scent of their arousal hardened me to the point of pain.
Did they fuck?
Yessss.
I pressed my lips tight as the voice pushed past my defenses. It wasn’t jealousy but annoyance that tightened my guts over the fact I wasn’t there to watch how he loved her during a stolen moment during his workday. I wanted to be the one orchestrating their movements, my commands entwining their perfect bodies. It should have been my words bringing them to climax and allowing me to thoroughly enjoy a show of my own creation.
I shifted on my chair, focusing more difficult than I’d hoped for with how my mind played out its fantasy. Mere minutes later, elation rolled through me, causing my body to tense, a grunt pulled from my lungs. The scent of cum filled my nose, and somehow, I knew my young mates had found their release while I sat hard and unsatisfied in my office chair.
“Fuck.” I scrubbed a hand along my whiskered jaw, shaking my head to rid my mind of their coupling like horny teenagers in a bathroom stall. I cursed again, clenching my jaw as I fought to concentrate on the open file on the desk in front of me.
Prim’s energy licked at my skin and faded once more toward the east and our home.
She returned alone.
Probably full of his cum.
Need.
I pinched the bridge of my nose beneath my glasses, fighting my beast’s inner push against the void he had willingly tucked himself into after I told him to keep quiet likehe’d promised to do. Longing to go to our female and add to the seed our beta had attempted to plant in her womb flooded through me. “I have a job to do,” I reminded him, my tone stern, and his petulant whining roused my anger even as my shaft continued to ache with the need to bury deep and breed who we belonged to.
