Page 83 of The Alpha King's Curse: Part Two

He’d missed that. He feasted on his mate, gripping her to keep her in place. Layla whimpered, but he could tell by the sounds she made that she was struggling to muffle the sound. She actually thought she could stop herself from making noise. He took that as a challenge. In and out. Swirls. Every stroke was carefully calculated to wring out the most pleasure, just how she liked it.

He lapped her up until the whimpers turned to moans. Until her emotions mixed with his and had him barely holding on. Until she started to ride his face with no inhibitions.

Until she came on his face and called out his name for the whole fucking world to hear. Chanted it repeatedly.

When she stopped twitching, he lifted her off and positioned her over his unbearably hard dick. And then slowly, so slowly, she slid down him. He threw his head back and bucked his hips when she started to move.

“Keep still,” she whispered. “Your leg.”

As if he could.

He ground his teeth when she started twitching straight away and calling out his name again. He’d waited far too long for this to end prematurely.

He didn’t allow her a moment to catch her breath. The moment she started coming down from that wave, he gripped her hips and took all the control, despite her being on top.

Layla’s muscles were still twitching and milking him when he felt the difference.

Fucking Layla always involved extreme emotions, but as he watched her bounce on him with her lips parted, her eyes closed, a surge of emotions hit him out of nowhere. His emotions. Layla’s. Cain’s.

And Layla’s wolf.

It was like a piece of him that had been missing all his life finally returned. Layla opened her eyes, and he fell into her beautiful glowing eyes as if seeing her for the first time. He hadn’t known he hadn’t been whole until that moment.

Somehow, Layla had bound herself to him without the mark. That had to be the only explanation.

His world shook, but he was too far gone to do anything about it.

“Jax,” she whispered.

She could feel it, too. The rawness. The lust. The depth of his love. His emotions were exposed in great detail, and he could do nothing to stop it.

When Layla started to call out again, his heart stopped. And hers stopped. For a moment, they were stuck in that place, neither dead nor alive, until his load started to shoot from him into her welcoming heat. And then their hearts beat together.

As if they were finally one.

His head swirled and his mouth dried. When he tried to swallow, he realised Layla hadn’t been the only one making noise. He should have closed the damn window.

Layla lifted herself off him to lie at his side. Aftershocks went through both of them, and he felt like he would never be able to catch his breath again.

“What... What was that?” Layla asked.

The part where she would have felt how much he loved her or when their souls seemed to have melded together?

“Nothing,” he lied.

It didn’t matter, though. Even if Layla’s wolf was making herself known or their bond was stronger, the result would be the same.

Especially since whatever the hell that was had given Cain a boost. He’d never felt more powerful in his life. Like his mate was sharing her gifts with him.

The time to go to war would come quicker than he’d expected. He’d be saying goodbye to his mate for good in days.

Chapter 42

Jackson stood at the foot of his bed and watched Layla sleep. She had a smile on her face, unaware that he would pull the rug out from under both of them.

The last two days were all he could give her of himself. It was time he prepared to die.

He pushed that thought out of his mind and left the bedroom. One thing at a time. After all, it was the first day of the rest of his life.

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