by Billi Jean
“Aidan, this is my mate, Joey. She’s tired, as you heard, because we’ve just survived shit I don’t want to talk about. So, if you don’t mind, back the fuck off.”
“Oh,” Joey murmured, and linked her arm with his.
He hugged her close, ignored Aidan’s scowl and called their home. “Get hold of me only if you are in fucking dire straits, man.”
He shifted, pulling Joey in for a long, intense kiss.
“I’m so tired, Jaxon. So very tired.”
“Sleep, baby, I’ll be right here.”
As soon as her back hit the bed, she kissed him gently, and eased into sleep.
Amazed by her all over again, he pulled her close and breathed her in. Her scent and warmth gave him more peace than he’d ever experienced, let alone dreamt he’d have for the rest of his life on this Earth.
Laughing lightly, he kissed her smooth brow. She’d stood up to Aidan, the king of the vampires, and clearly, his power held no sway with her. What did it mean? Jaxon shook his head and settled behind her, securing their home with his mind, and making plans on how to wake her.
He’d need to get her those ice packs. Grinning once more, he sought out the things he’d need and moved them nearby, and finally, with Joey in his arms, fell into the first wakeful but replenishing sleep he’d had in months.
Chapter Nineteen
Joey woke to the smell of chocolate and sweet Rainier cherries. Abruptly, Jaxon’s warm, heavy and very aroused weight settled over her. A brush of something against her lips made her smile, and chocolate with the lush hint of cherries blossomed on her tongue. Immediately Jax’s warm lips covered hers.
“Morning, darlin’.”
She shifted against his heat, rubbed along his hard body and sighed at the rush of lust that bloomed in hers in reaction. “Oh, Jaxon.”
“Mmm, I think I need to hear that a little louder, my love.”
He rolled and lifted her in his arms, breaking the kiss to press his mouth to her breasts. Within seconds he’d made her breathless. It wasn’t simply his mouth, he used his hands, too, stroking possessively over every inch of her he could reach. He rolled again, and she gasped as he dribbled dark chocolate on her nipples and slowly licked it off.
“Oh, Jaxon,” she gasped, unable to get enough oxygen to her lungs. His mouth was so hot, his body so perfect, she couldn’t bear to wait for him to slip inside and fill her. “Oh, Jaxon, that’s so good. So good.” She arched her hips off the bed and pulled his hair to keep him in place.
His warm, moist breath tickled her breast, then he suckled her hard enough to make her squeal and wrap her legs around his hips. He let go and lifted his head, giving her such a heated look, she felt like she might climax from his sensual expression.
“I think it’s time for more, don’t you, darlin’?” He dipped a finger in the bowl he’d positioned on the table next to the bed, covered it in the chocolate and slowly brought it to her lips. She lifted to meet him halfway, sucked every drop off hard enough to make him groan in pleasure. Good, because she wanted to suck chocolate off every inch of him. Excitement built in her breastbone, travelling down her body in a luscious burst of heat she knew would only grow hotter. If she had her way, Jaxon would burn right along with her, too.
“Jesus, baby,” he murmured, ducking his head to kiss her breast.
She moaned softly around his finger when he used his other hand to lightly pass over her pussy. At the sound, he whispered his fingers ever so lightly along her thighs, before tracing back along the sensitive path he’d created.
“Ah, you taste almost good enough to eat,” he murmured, then dribbled more of the chocolate on her stomach, making her gasp and release his finger. “Ah, I see, perhaps you are good enough to eat.”
“Mmm, yes, I think I am. I know I am,” she added naughtily, and raised her hips trying to reach the arm he’d planted between her thighs. She managed to grip him tightly, but he didn’t move. “Jax!”
“Mmm,” he murmured, licking a path of fire down her stomach. He went slowly, building her need and temperature higher and higher. With long, lush licks, he drove her mad, lingering over every drop of the melted chocolate with a single-mindedness that she knew was going to drive her mad. When he reached her belly button, she cried out in pleasure as his heavy erection settled along her aching pussy. “Shhh, now, let me get this, you don’t want to be all sticky, do you?”
“Oh, Jax, I’m, I need, I need—”
“I know, I know, darlin’, you need this chocolate off you. Shall I work faster?”
She grabbed hold of his silky hair and wrapped her legs around his shoulders, so turned on she pushed her hips off the bed and cried out when he kissed her thigh.
“Ah, baby, you taste better than chocolate.”
He planted one hand near her shoulder and rose up, reaching for something that she couldn’t see beyond the pleasure rushing her. Suddenly cold wetness settled over her heated breasts. Before she could process the chill, Jax sucked the chilly liquid off.
“Oh, God!” She nearly climaxed. The combination of heat and icy cold followed by his hungry mouth made her shiver with the beginning of an orgasm.
“Ah, ah, now, breathe, breathe for me, that’s it,” he cooed.
She did, or tried to. Jaxon raised a bottle of champagne to his lips and swallowed once, then bent to kiss her, sharing the sweet taste. As soon as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed herself to him, angling her hips to take his erection, he pulled free.
“Jaxon!” “Please, oh, please, I’m burning up!”
“Not yet, not yet. Let it burn higher.”
“Oh, I don’t think I can!” She rolled her head on the bed and dug her fingers into the sheets, trying to catch her breath.
With a low groan, he dribbled a thick trail of warm chocolate between her breasts and lifted her shoulders to watch the chocolate slowly slide down to her pussy. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He stared at her as if he wanted to devour every inch of her. His chest heaved with each breath, and from his neck down, his muscles flexed, ridged with dips and bulges she wanted to taste. She bit her lip, wanting him so badly she ached. Between his thighs, his stiff erection jutted up, heavy and thick. He was so aroused the stalk looked darker than she’d ever seen him before, the flesh bent inward to his navel.
“I want to touch you, Jaxon. I want to do things to you,” she whispered, so aroused she trembled on the brink of orgasm.
Jaxon met her eyes with a look of pure heated passion, so intensely aroused she could see the sweat dripping down his flanks. If she’d been less aroused, the hard, tense look in his gorgeous eyes might have worried her. But she was ready. So ready she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. She could read it there, in his eyes, the primal need to mount his woman and drive her wild.
Instead, he dived between her legs, right when the lush line of chocolate seeped over her mound. With a heavy groan, he licked and sucked her pussy, driving her need to climax up by a thousand degrees. It was insane what he could do to her with just his mouth and tongue. And chocolate and cherries. She thought she might burst into a million pieces from the sensations tumbling through her. Shivers raced along her sensitive skin as the rush of her impending orgasm consumed her. Right when she feared she’d never topple into an orgasm, she did. Right at the height of her climax, Jaxon dragged his fangs along her inner thigh. Her excitement spiralled, knowing he would drink from her. Just when she thought she couldn’t take waiting another moment, Jaxon sank his teeth in, shoving her into another raging torrent of pleasure.
“Jaxon!” His mind, so full of images of her, spun through hers, sharing her pleasure as he fed her his.
The experience was so intense, her legs began to tremble. His moist breath on her leg felt like heaven, his teeth so perfect she wanted to cry and his mind so perfectly in tune with hers she was overloaded to the point of aching. She rocked her pelvis upward, so desperate for release she didn’t care what he did, as long as he did
it.
He steadied her with a possessive grip on her hip and fed from her with long, hard draws.
“Oh, God, yes,” she sobbed. He raised his hand and fed her a finger covered in more chocolate. With a heavy growl, he brought his other hand down on her pussy with a sharp, stinging smack.
She nearly burst apart. A needy sound escaped, sounding lost.
Her cry seemed to encourage Jaxon into doing something. Anything, anything to give her the relief she needed. He turned his hand, reaching a spot inside that made her jerk upright and cry out as her climax tumbled down around her, rocking her so sweetly she fell backwards and let it take her.
Jaxon shared it all, linked to her in a way that dragged her deeper into the sensations rocking between them.
When she could finally catch her breath and see past the spinning brilliance of the room, Jaxon still lay between her legs, savouring her with slow, steady passes of his tongue over his bite mark.
“Oh, Jax,” she moaned, rubbing her leg against his muscled shoulder. His arousal simmered like a hurricane ready to reach land. The impact she thought would be devastating, but she craved it—him. Everything he could give her, she wanted. Needed. “Oh, please, please, I want, I want…”
“Anything,” he said, lifting from her, his face full of such sincerity she cupped her hands over his jaw, fingering the rough whiskers that had grown there. “Anything, I’d give you anything.”
“You, I want you, all of you.” She ran her hands over his hard chest, lingering over every curve and line. “I’ve dreamt of this, of you, touching you, doing things to you…”
“Darlin’, this is for you, I want to make you—”
“If you let me do this, it will make me happy. Jaxon, you can turn me inside out by looking at me, I want to do the same, to you,” she murmured, suddenly unsure.
He stared at her for so long she wanted to squirm. His strong, steady heartbeat quickened beneath her hand and the blue in his eyes turned to that soft, light blue she knew meant he was even more aroused. Between them, his erection stiffened against her stomach, leaving behind wet evidence of how much her words intrigued and set him on fire with need.
“You can do anything to me, Joey. Anything,” he added with a hard, deep kiss. He tasted like chocolate, cherries and sinfully sexy man.
“Oh, it’s not so much what I want to do to you at first, but what I want you to do…to me, with that lovely chocolate. And, oh, that champagne.” She sent him an image of what she wanted, and he nearly fell on her. His arm trembled near her head, and she watched his face turn dark with desire.
“Joey, baby, I’m not going to last long this first go, but I promise you, you’re going to need that ice pack.”
“Oh, Jax, I hope so because I’m starved for you. Now, feed me.”
She pressed her breasts tightly together, and Jax’s eyes nearly bugged out when she urged him to sink his big cock between them.
“Fuck me, I’ve died and gone to heaven.”
“Mmm, you keep saying that, love,” she murmured, ending on a soft moan when he fisted his thick erection to point it downward and surged through the small space she’d created for him His shaft was so huge and hard this way. Every inch slipped along the sensitive curves until the rounded head shoved up and over the mounds. “Oh, Jax, that’s so…so…”
“Fucking hot,” he said. “So fucking perfect.” He surged forward in slow, easy glides, then with harder lunges until he reached forward and dribbled chocolate over her lips with his fingers and slid both digits inside her mouth. She sucked on them hungrily, licking every inch clean before allowing him to have them back. His eyes seemed to glow the hotter he got. With a rough groan, he dripped chocolate on the head of his cock. “Open for me, blow my mind.”
“Yes, oh, Jax, feed me,” she purred, and sucked him deep with each stroke of his hips. His lean stomach rippled with such muscle she wanted to dig her nails in and trace the lines. “God, the things I want to do to your beautiful body.”
He husked a groan and covered her hands with his, fucking harder now. “So tight, so fucking soft and tight. I’m going to die here.” As he spoke, he got more and more intense, his features sharpening and with each lick she delivered he groaned, and surged higher past her breasts to feed her more and more of his cock.
“More, more,” she encouraged him, sliding her hands out from under his and around to drag them along his thighs and ass.
He grunted and shoved forward, easily filling her mouth with the mushroom head. Slowly, he pressed farther in, until with a tight grimace he pulled back, slipping each lush inch from her mouth slowly. His erection was so rigid she wanted to swallow him whole, blow his mind so that he never forgot who could make him weak with pleasure. Just as he had for her. The veins running along the long column pulsed, and when he thrust the length into her mouth, she greedily traced the curves underneath the stalk with her tongue, learning every inch of him she could.
“Oh, holy fuck, yes. Do that, wildcat, fucking do that,” he gasped then groaned so long when she did, she thought he’d come on the spot.
Instead, he breathed deeply a few times and shook his hair out of his eyes, massaging her breasts with his hands, and rocked between her curves carefully.
“Jaxon, you won’t break me, give me more. I want more,” she demanded, digging her nails into his lower back to urge him forward. “Feed me, my love.”
“Can’t hold back, it’s just so damn hot,” he said, sounding like he was close to losing control.
“Yes, don’t hold back, I want you, all of you.”
At her words, something in his body eased, but his eyes flared with such desire she moaned and squeezed her thighs together.
He covered her breasts gently and started fucking the small space harder, rubbing every inch of his shaft between them to push into her mouth with longer and harder lunges. Each time, more of his size slipped past her lips. She lapped at him, sucking every drop of cherry chocolate from the stalk, and when she did, he released one breast for only a moment to dribble more over the length of his cock, covering her breasts in the sweet concoction too.
“Oh, Jaxon,” she gasped trying to catch her breath past the passion stealing her heart. Jaxon watched her face, intensely centred on her—her lips, her breasts, her—like no one ever had in her life. No one ever would. “More, more, give it to me, my love.”
Through their bond, she shared what he was doing to her and how it made her feel. She reached for him and used her hand to add more of a stroke along the shaft before he pressed into her mouth. He arched his head back with a low growl, flexing every muscle in his amazing body for her.
When he looked back at her, she nearly cried at the passion and love reflected in his blue eyes. “I see you, I always see you. You make my life worth living,” he said, his voice breaking. He bent and kissed her lips, piling sensation upon sensation with everything he did.
“Now,” he said, rising back up, “now, rock my world, darlin’.”
Words disappeared. Her world centred on him—his pleasure, his love, his body—and she gave him everything she could. In response, he fucked harder between her breasts, rocking her with each urgent pass. His gaze landed on her lips and he grinned, a wicked, passionate smile that sent darts right to her pussy. “Now, take more for me,” he cooed, pressing the thick head deeper than he’d gone before. “More, take more.”
She tipped her head back and let him surge deeper with his next measured pass. He started to get wilder. His breathing picked up speed until he was panting. Sweat dripped from his body and mingled with her own creating a wet, slippery glide when he surged over her. She dug her nails into his thighs and suckled the underside of his erection on his next pass, sensing him growing more and more excited with each husky groan.
“Fuck! Oh, shit yeah,” he muttered. A moment later, he let go of her breasts to cradle her head gently. His muscles trembled, then he began thrusting with a wildness he’d not shown before.
She
shared the excitement rushing her at his rough treatment of her mouth and Jaxon’s eyes blazed bright and he lost it. He groaned so deeply she thought he’d hurt himself. Without warning, he took his cock away, but before she could cry out or get him back, he dribbled warm chocolate over her lips and shoved inside her mouth again. A tingle of fire burst through her and she nearly climaxed from his dominance alone. He pushed his sweet erection over her tongue and fed her almost every inch, forcing her slowly to take more than ever before. It was so erotic she dug her nails into his hips desperate for him to keep going.
With, a low, hungry moan of her name, he tightened his muscles to harsh lines and ridges. The knowledge that he fought to hold on thrilled her to the core. Two more fast thrusts and retreats and hot bursts of his cum filled her mouth. She swallowed hungrily, knowing after the first taste that she’d be addicted to the flavour.
“Joey, darlin’,” Jax moaned, trembling and shuddering with each gush. After several more bursts, he pulled away with a loud grunt and she found herself pinned under him on her side, Jax behind her, his cock demanding entrance. He bent over her and kissed her lips, her throat and breasts, devouring her and the chocolate sauce marking her skin.
“So perfect, so perfect,” he whispered and took her lips again in a wild kiss.
“Oh, Jax, God, that was so hot, so hot.”
“You’ve killed me, darlin’, utterly killed me.”
“Make love to me, now, now!”
He groaned into her mouth, and drove heavily inside her with a long, slow possessive thrust that had her panting before he’d even fully entered her.
“Slow, slow and easy, we’re going to make you burn high, just breathe with me,” he whispered into her neck.
“Oh, God, what are you doing?”
“Making love to you,” he murmured, beginning a rocking motion she knew he could keep up for hours. “Making you mine.”
