The Wasteland: Their Champion Book One

by K. A Knight

  Annoyance flares through me as she eyes him appreciatively. I grit my teeth and down some of the warm beer Maxen brought me. His hand lands on my thigh under the table, making me jump. He grins, which I catch out of the corner of my eye and I roll them.

  “Being free does have some perks. You single, honey?”

  I almost spit my next mouthful of beer at her. I go to tell her he's mine, but then I think about it. We never spoke about what we are to each other, especially Jax. Yes, we seem to have a connection, but that doesn’t mean he won’t want to fuck the woman in front of me. She's good looking and obviously wants him. I swallow my protests and wait to see how he reacts. I won't stop him going with her even if it will hurt me. I don’t realise I'm rigid until I hear his voice.

  “No.” His voice is flat and he concentrates on eating, not even giving her the time of day. The fist around my heart unclenches and I draw in a long breath. I put the cup down and pick at my food. She turns to Maxen.

  “What about you, cutie?”

  Does this bitch ever give up? I eye my fork, debating whether it would be rude to stab it through the eyes she is using to undress him. He starts to rub circles on my thigh. I grind my teeth so hard I can almost hear them crack.

  She leans over, flashing her tits at him and smiles seductively. This motherfucker really wants to get stabbed. I'm going to cut off her tits if she keeps flashing them.

  “Me and you could have a good time.” She lowers her voice, obviously trying to be sexy. To me she sounds like a twat but I could be biased.

  “Is that right?” Maxen’s voice stops me imagining killing her and instead I turn my fury on him. If this asshole thinks he can flirt with some hoe while trying to touch me I’m going to cut off his hand and shove it so far up his-

  “Oh yeah, honey.” She purrs. He leans back, gripping my thigh to keep me in my seat. Jax’s hand drops on my other thigh and I throw a glare at him before turning back to the massive cunt hitting on my men. I don’t even debate why I am calling them mine all of a sudden, it just feels right.

  “Really? You see, this woman who saved your life today by fighting when you wouldn’t, is my current - as you call it - good time. So, not only are you hitting on her man, you are pissing off the only person in here who gives a fuck if you stay alive.” The woman pales and turns her eyes on me. No longer sultry, she looks like she's about to piss herself. I bare my teeth at her as Maxen chuckles.

  “So what can you really offer me that she can’t? She’s a strong as fuck fighter which, to be honest, makes me harder than I can ever remember. She's so fucking sexy without trying, and she’s the bravest, craziest bitch I have ever met.” He eyes her in disdain and it loosens some of my anger.

  “You couldn’t even free yourself and now you’re flinging yourself at any man who will have you. It's sad really, you should take a lesson from Worth here. Get some dignity and learn how to survive in this world, because I have a feeling she won't be saving you anymore.”

  I have to bite my lip to hold in my smile at the fact he called me Worth so that no one would know my name. His words wash the anger and my lingering doubts from earlier away. I lean back in my chair and watch her as she cries and tries to stutter out an apology to me.

  When I don’t say anything, she stumbles up from the table like it's on fire and flees from the room like the hounds of hell are chasing her. My eyes track her out of the door and I debate following her and stabbing her in the stupid tits. Jax grabs my hand away from where I was massaging my knife and squeezes it. Huh, I didn’t even know I’d reached for it. Drax and Thorn burst out laughing and congratulate Maxen but my anger is still burning in the background, my demons raising their ugly heads, mingling with Majors words from earlier.

  Jax stands from the table and offers me his hand. I blink and look at him carefully. He stands completely still, letting me choose. I look into his eyes for answers but when I don’t find any, I gently place my hand in his. He pulls me to my feet and twines his hand with mine.

  “We will be back in a minute.” He says before pulling me after him.

  I follow him silently, he doesn’t speak either. He pulls me outside and around until we are around the back of the building and then he lets go of my hand. I miss the warmth immediately but I lean casually against the wall and tilt my head to watch the stars.

  “How did you know I needed to get away?” My voice is soft. I am trying really hard but I need to hit something right about now.

  “Because it’s what I would need.” My eyes lower to his, he is standing in front of me with his deep grey eyes searching mine. He steps closer and his eyes dart nervously between mine.

  “Why didn’t you claim me in front of her?”

  I suck in a breath, his words so close to my own line of thinking inside. His eyes dare me to tell him the truth, and I've never been one to back down from a dare.

  “I didn’t know you were mine.”

  His arms come up and cage me against the wall so it’s just us and the stars above.

  “I'm yours. I was yours since you smiled at me, I was yours since you held my brother as he slept. It might be soon, and crazy, but so is this world. When tomorrow is not guaranteed, I refuse to hesitate. So, yes I’m yours, little warrior.” His voice is sure and deep and my eyes drop to his lips automatically.

  “You haven’t made a move like the others.” I hear the vulnerability in my voice and want to run away but his arms won't let me. Jax's opinion matters, he understands me even when I don’t understand myself. I need to be sure.

  “Truth?” He asks hesitantly, shyness overcoming him. Not something I would ever use to describe Jax normally.

  “Always, even if I don’t want to hear it.” He sucks in a breath and watches me intently.

  “I don’t know how to. I'm not like my brother. Women never really interested me.”

  “Wait, you prefer men?” I tilt my head in confusion. His cheeks heat and I want to kiss them.

  “No. I like women, well one woman. I never bothered before. I couldn’t let them close enough to do anything in case they saw my demons and ran. They would. I wouldn’t mean to but I would hurt them one day. I can’t lose control like that. They were all too weak.”

  “So, you’re a virgin?” Something in me jumps for joy at that. I've never had a virgin. Knowing that he has only been with me? Huge turn on.

  “Yes, I'm not ashamed. Fucking some random slut didn’t interest me. But I want you Worth, and knowing you're strong enough to handle me?” His eyes catch me in their depths, the fire burning in the grey. My vulnerability and hesitancy disappears. No matter what happens, here at this moment Jax is mine. This hardened warrior is showing me his demons and asking me to fight them with him. Something inside me snaps and I know my grin is a little evil. All the desire and need from earlier comes rushing back, only heightened by the idea of having Jax at my every whim and control. Having him on his knees, teaching him the pleasure that could be between us. I grab his head and pull it to me slowly. He doesn’t resist, allowing me to do what I want. I lick at his lips and nip, not holding back my strength.

  I swallow his sharp inhale and cover his lips with mine. Biting and licking, I wait for him to open before teaching him exactly how to kiss me. His lips are unsure and clumsy, but he follows me with pleasure. I pull back to see his unfocused eyes and hear his short sharp breathing.

  “Hands on the wall,” I demand. He instantly smashes them back on the wall from where they were drifting. I purr and kiss his lips in praise.

  “You do exactly what I say or I stop, understood?” I can see the barely controlled power in his eyes and it only makes me wetter. I want to push him, to see him snap and let go of that careful control. I want his darkness. I want his strength and pain and I won’t stop until I have it all.

  When he doesn’t respond, I bite his lip, hard.

  “Answer me.” He trembles against me but nods. I lower my lips to his again as he chases after me. He quickly learns and has
me moaning into his mouth. I pull my lips away and catch my breath. He watches me, his control thinning. Growling, I yank his head back by his hair until his neck is stretched in a long line. He groans and pushes his body closer to mine.

  “Stop trying to be in control. I want it all. I want to watch you lose control. You can’t break me, Jax, I want you-“

  I bite his neck as he moans.

  “Rough.”

  I bite the other side, digging my teeth in deeper. His hips buck against me.

  “Hard.”

  Licking up his neck, I whisper against the wet flesh.

  “Wild.”

  He yanks his head out of my hands, breathing heavily. My eyes lock with his as they flare. His lips twist in a snarl and his control is nowhere to be seen. This is the true Jax, the animal he hides, born from pain and suffering. I can be his control, I know how sometimes you need to let go and trust someone else to catch you. I swear to always be that for him. He drops his lips to mine hard and sucks on my bottom lip. Pulling away slightly, he pulls at it in a stinging bite. My eyes nearly roll back in my head but I know I need to stay in control the first time. After that? I can’t wait to see our darkness’s meeting. He lets go and I pull my head back.

  “Did I tell you to do that?” I keep my voice hard. I grip his jaw in a tight painful grip which has his hips bucking again.

  “Undo my jeans.” His eager fingers drop to my zip and fumble in their haste. He finally snaps it and pulls on the button until they are undone. I feel him hesitate; it’s obvious he wants to touch me, but he puts his hand back on the wall.

  “Good boy, touch me.” My voice is breathy with the thought of him fucking me, of his fingers buried in me. I won’t fuck him this time, not out here where anyone could walk by. No, when that happens, I want him all to myself. But I can show him exactly how much I want him, how much this side of him turns me on.

  “Where?” His voice is gravelly as he watches me like a predator, but he’s not the only one.

  “I want you to play with my nipples. You're going to twist and flick at them both until I’m moaning.” He licks his lips as his hands pull away from the wall. He palms my sides and slowly pushes my shirt up, trailing fire in his wake. When he reaches my bra he yanks the cups down and cups my breasts.

  He flicks at my erect nipples. I drop my head back to the wall and watch the stark hunger and concentration on his face as he worships my breasts. He twists and flicks as I gyrate my hips, needing more.

  “Use your mouth. I want your fingers in me, fucking me.”

  With a growl, he grabs the sides of my shirt and yanks it over my head. Without hesitating he drops his mouth to my exposed breasts. He locks his mouth on one nipple and sucks. His hand skates down my stomach which clenches in anticipation. He slides his long fingers into my panties. He pulls off my nipple to lave it before switching to the other one.

  His fingers slowly inch downwards, caressing me.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He murmurs against my nipple.

  “Always,” I moan as he attacks my nipple, biting hard as he thrusts a finger into me brutally. He pumps another one in, stretching me.

  “Yes, fuck yes!”

  He leaves stinging bites across my breast as he curls his finger in me before pulling out and pumping in again. His head moves to my other breast as he offers that one the same treatment, leaving red teeth imprints in his wake.

  “Rub my clit,” I demand. He pulls his fingers out and circles my nub. I almost moan at the empty feeling.

  “Keep your fingers in me, use your thumb.” I grip onto the back of his head, pulling on his hair in punishment.

  His fingers thrust back into me without warning as his thumb circles my nub. I can feel myself clenching around him, so close to coming just from his hands and mouth. I thrash my head from side to side, needing more.

  “I want your mouth on me.”

  He pulls his mouth away from my nipple, his lips swollen and pink. He pants as he carries on fucking me with his fingers.

  “Now,” I growl. His grin is feral as he slowly pulls his fingers out. Before moving his hand, he lightly slaps at my clit, making me moan again.

  “Fuck,” I whimper. I watch through dazed eyes as he lifts his wet fingers to his lips and sucks on them. His eyes widen and he groans as if in pain.

  “How the fuck can you taste that good?” He grabs my hips and yanks me away from the wall and drops me to the ground before covering me with his weight. I grab his hair again and yank his eyes to mine.

  “Fuck me with your mouth and fingers.”

  He pulls on my jeans until they dangle of one of my ankles and then stares at my half-naked body, the worship clear on his face. Strangely, the thought doesn’t scare me.

  “You are so fucking beautiful it hurts.” He kneels between my parted thighs and rips my panties from my body. I snarl at him as he smirks. He tucks them into his pocket as I watch and then lays down between my thighs. Something about fucking in the dirt makes me wetter, knowing this primal side of him is taking me where anyone can watch.

  The cold air hits my pussy, making me shiver before arching when his hot mouth closes over my clit with no warning. Parting my lips, he caresses me as he sucks and licks at me. His fingers thrust back into me, pulling out slowly then pummelling back in. My fingers scramble in the dirt next to us, looking for something, anything, to hold on to.

  “Harder,” I cry out. He fucks me faster, adding another finger, stretching me in the most delicious way. When he sucks on my clit I come, breaking apart in his arms, my pussy clenching around his fingers, trying to milk him. He moans against my clit and carries on pushing through my tight channel. When I come back down to my body, my pussy tingles from the overload and my sensitive nub cries from the abuse.

  “Stop.”

  He growls before licking my cream, cleaning me with his tongue. I can’t do anything but hold on, my fingers gripping his hair. Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyes blazing with his need and his darkness. His chin is wet from me and his lips are even more swollen. His hair sticks up at all angles from my hands and I’ve never seen anything sexier. I drop my head back to the ground as he crawls up my body. We stare at each other before he gently kisses me, the taste of me on his tongue. I wrap my arms around his neck as his weight pushes me down further into the earth, the feeling comfortable.

  He pulls away and watches me. “Mine.”

  I nod before licking my lips again. He kisses down my jaw to my neck and I turn my face to the trees offering him more access to explore. There, at the tree line, not feet away, is Dray. He watches us, leaning against a tree. His pants are undone and his hand is shoved in them. The sight makes me gasp as Jax bites my sensitive neck, making my toes curl. I watch as Dray slowly pulls out his hand before winking at me and disappearing into the shadows behind him. My heart thunders from the idea of Dray watching us.

  Jax lifts his head a small smile on his lips.

  “We should get back.”

  I nod and smile at the peaceful look on his face, his darkness retreating to show me a satisfied version of him. His eyes are warm and loving as he looks at me and his smile is wide and happy. Before I can move, he gently ghosts over my lips again.

  “Thank you, my little warrior. I needed that more than you can know.” I almost choke. He’s thanking me for letting him make me come? I know it’s more about letting him lose control, but still.

  “Anytime, cutie.” His grin grows as he moves back on to his haunches. His eyes flick over my splayed out body again before standing. He gently pulls my jeans up and I lift my bum to help him. I almost moan at the feel of the rough denim meeting my sensitive pussy. He smirks as if he knows my thoughts and then pulls me to my feet. He rights my bra before gently wiping my back free of dirt.

  Turning away, I watch him as he grabs my discarded shirt. Sands below, what an ass. Turning back to me, his lips twitch again obviously seeing where my eyes were. I shrug and pull on the shirt he offers me.r />
  “You keeping my panties?” I tease. He twines his hand with mine as we walk slowly around the building, both of us wanting to prolong this peace before we have to put our shields back up.

  “Yes, and so you know, I plan on using them later as I think about you in the shower.”

  I blink in astonishment. What the hell have I created? A panty stealing monster, obviously.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Fighting and Forgiveness

  By the time we make it back to the room, I remember I never shared what I learned from Major. There's a lot we need to talk about, so now we are all sitting around the table in our room.

  “So, what happened with Major?” Thorn asks as he eyes me and Jax with a knowing smile.

  “I want to know what the little she-devil here has done to my brother to make him smile.” I laugh at Drax’s put out expression.