Page 152 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

Jackson dropped his shirt to the ground and slowly approached her. Like always, he looked like a hunter, approaching her like he wanted to devour her. But tonight, her poor Jax was the one being hunted, and he didn’t even know it.

When he’d left hardly any space between them, he lowered his head, and just before his lips met hers, she turned away.

“Go and shower. I’ll be waiting for you.”

Jax lifted his head and chuckled.

“Tease,” he said before he walked into the bathroom.

When she heard the shower going, she walked to the window and looked out at the moon. It was half full. Another week and a half, and her life would be over.

But she pushed that depressing thought away. There was no room for it in their bedroom, at least not that night. She had made her choice and would stick with it to the end.

Jackson walked out not too long after. His body was still dripping wet as he towelled his hair. He hadn’t bothered to cover himself; he stood proudly erect in anticipation of what she promised. Just as she knew he would. Jackson never denied her anything.

She felt ridiculous when she started to saunter over to him like she had seen Amber do a few times before her death. She swayed her hips like she was on a runway and she was the star of the show. Which she was. This was the performance of her life; she couldn’t mess anything up.

The towel dropped from Jax’s hand. His eyes glowed as they followed her every step, every slight movement she made, as if she was the most fascinating thing on earth. Which she was to Jackson. She had understood that much in the weeks since he had told her the truth. She was everything to this man. He felt exactly the same way that she did about him.

She slid the robe off her shoulders to reveal what had to be the skimpiest underwear ever made. Jackson’s hands balled into fists at his side. His lust was like an aphrodisiac; her body reacted predictably. She was sure he could see the way her nipples pebbled. He could smell her arousal. Hear her racing heart.

“Where’s Hope?” he growled.

“With Faith for the night.”

“Good. Because I’m not going to hold back tonight.”

She was counting on that.

Before she reached him, she turned around so he had a view of her ass. He particularly loved her ass. His groan as she strolled to the bed was evidence of that.

She turned around and sat at the foot of the bed. Jackson made to follow, but she held her hand up to stop him.

“You move only when I tell you to,” she said.

“You’re being awfully bossy tonight,” he growled.

“I suppose it’s my turn,” she smiled as she crossed her legs.

She started a slow inspection of Jackson’s body. From his toes to his toned calves. His muscular thighs and eight-pack abs. The tattoos that came up one arm and shoulder, ending at his chest. The longer she took, the more wound up Jackson became. His body tensed as if he had gone days without sex instead of a mere few hours.

“Are you finished? Can I come over now?” Jackson asked.

“Not yet,” she said with a grin, and then she let her eyes go over his beautiful, magnificent cock.

Jax twitched and growled.

“Layla,” he warned.

She pressed her thighs together briefly before she uncrossed her legs.

“I said not until I tell you to,” she whispered.

And then she opened her legs. Jackson’s gaze immediately lowered, and his nostrils flared.

“You’re drenched,” he stated.

“Yes.”

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