Page 53 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part One

“That’s not me, Layla. That’s all you,” he said as he brought his nose down to her neck and inhaled.

She smelled so good. How had he gone his whole life without ever coming across a scent like this? She was like heaven.

Cain rolled around in his head, eagerly waiting to claim his prize. There was too much vying for attention inside him. Too many emotions. Too many... feelings. He lowered his hands from the tree and put them around her, caging her against him. He let whatever was happening to him carry him away because he was too damn weak to fight it anymore. He needed her like his next breath.

“I can’t think,” Layla whispered.

“Then don’t. You ran, and I caught you. Now let me give you what you really need,” he whispered against her ear.

He picked her up without any effort and wrapped her leg around him. He didn’t know why Layla liked that so much, but she made a sexy sound in the back of her throat, and her arms tightened around him. She wrapped her other leg around him before he could do it himself. It felt like she had surrendered.

The victory was like an aphrodisiac. His dick strained against her wet panties as she started to buck against him. Did she know she made those sounds? They shot through him right to his dick and made him lose his mind.

There was no fear anymore. Just lust. Uninhibited lust.

He groaned as he reached down and pushed her panties aside to test if she was as wet as he imagined. Soaking. Layla tightened on his fingers and made some more sounds that made his blood roar in his veins.

“Take me, Jackson,” she moaned.

He didn’t wait to be told again. He lined himself up and went balls deep in one movement. The tightness, the exquisite pleasure... There was no other thought in his head as he thrust into her over and over again. Her cries filled his ears and were carried away by the storm. He could see the look on her face, the wild abandon as she took all of him and clawed at his back. He had always preferred women who didn’t hold back. Once again, he was struck by how right this was. She was made for him.

And then she was cumming.

His fingers dug into her ass as he held her in place, completely lost in all the emotions. She squeezed his dick as she arched her back and screamed his name. His balls tightened in response as he stilled inside her and released himself in long bursts.

He didn’t know how long it took him to regain his senses, but when he did, he lowered her to her feet and covered her back up.

Layla could hardly hold herself up. He could see every tremble that went through her body like she had aftershocks. Her eyes closed as she rested against the tree. He’d already exhausted her.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Without waiting for permission, he picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and jogged out of the woods. Layla didn’t protest. She had to know what was coming. The adrenaline was still rushing through him from the chase, so that had been nothing but an appetiser.

He kept his senses open to avoid the patrols and then slipped into the packhouse through the back doors. By the time he reached his bedroom, he was ready for her again. He didn’t make it past the door before he captured her mouth with his and slipped into her again.

Everything else ceased to exist.

There was just Layla.

Chapter 29

Jax stood by the windows overlooking the front of the packhouse as he watched his warriors return from a long night out. The storm had died down but it was still drizzling. They would have been miserable being in it all night, but he knew they wouldn’t complain.

He should have been with them. Instead, he’d been stuck between Layla’s legs.

He turned and sat on the ledge as he watched the woman sleep. Last night had been different. It wasn’t just because of the chase but everything else. Her scent, the emotions, everything. It felt like he had already marked her even though he’d had to push Cain back several times in the night to stop him.

Having her so close to him was becoming too much. But all the other options had been removed from the table when that wolf had tried to hex his unborn child. Layla wouldn’t be safe anywhere outside the compound.

She was trapped here, and every second seemed to pull her closer. Once she got pregnant, maybe he would have to be the one to leave the compound to put distance between them. He could protect himself, but even if anything happened, he was already a dead man walking.

‘Jax, Layla’s phone was found near the gate. Shall I bring it up?’ Dylan said through the mind link.

‘No.’

Maybe he was being irrational. He didn’t trust anyone around Layla now.

'What was she doing out there?'

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