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Except maybe I was the only one who was tortured.

I could smell her arousal. Every whimper when I touched her went straight to my cock. God, I ached for her, but I couldn’t have her. Couldn’t take her.

Slipping my hand down her panties, I curled my hands over her ass cheeks and pulled her hard against my cock. She whimpered and squirmed against me.

“You want to come, baby?” With one hand anchored around her, I flipped on my back and took her with me until she was sprawled across my lap. Her hair fell over her shoulder and tickled my chest. “Ride me.”

“Inside,” she whimpered, but she moved across the length of my cock. “I want you inside me.”

“It’d be good, wouldn’t it, baby? Filling you? Stroking you? Your hot pussy clenching around me. You’d be so wet. Ah, fuck, you’re so wet for me.”

“Yes.” Her nails bit into my chest. “Do it. Fucking, do it!”

Instead, I pulled her panties down and curved my thumb around her clit. She shivered around me before shoving off me and scrambling off the bed.

I sat up, and we just stared at each other in the dark. Anna wrapped her arms around her body and narrowed her eyes. “Leave, please.”

“I didn’t finish what I came here for.”

“Yes, you did. You want me to feel helpless beneath your touch. You want me to want you.

Congratulations. You’ve succeeded. Please, Jax. I can’t take anymore. Not tonight.”

Silently, I got out of bed and walked her way. When I reached her, she didn’t move, so I bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Good night, Anna.”

When she met my gaze, there was more than need in them. There was passion, yes, but also a fire, and every single day since we’d returned from Wisteria Woods, I’d seen the fire grow.

She was becoming more of herself.

The next morning saw me with no sleep, a raging hard-on, and I was crankier than ever. Still, I dressed and jogged down to the gym. It was barely dawn, but the gym was hopping. A guard at every piece of equipment, and several sparring on the mats.

One young man I recognized well.

Finn flipped his opponent, slamming him to the ground, and then he crouched. He had a feral look in his eye that wasn’t in any of the other guards’. A few others stopped to watch, but Jenson stood and clapped Finn on the shoulder.

It had been a while since I’d brought a rogue into my pack, but Jenson knew how to make them feel comfortable. How to make them feel welcome.

Finn was strong. Stronger than most. One day, he might even be stronger than Jenson.

The door closed behind me, and everyone stopped what they were doing to turn to me.

“Carry on,” I said with a wave of my hand. “Jenson. Are you done?”

“Yes, alpha.”

“With me. Finn, get some water and cool down. I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

Everyone stared at me for another minute before returning to their duties. My guards were loyal. They would do as I told them until their very last breath, but I could feel something simmering in the pack bond. Weakening it just a little. Not enough to cause concern.

I didn’t need to ask. I knew what it was.

They were allowed their opinions. It was only when those opinions got in the way of me protecting them that it would be a problem.

Jenson toweled off and jogged behind me as we went upstairs. I had a main office at the heart of the pack. It was a huge building with a large kitchen, empty bedrooms, and an event space. At the very top was my office. There was a beautiful view of the territory from my windows.

And I was rarely there.

Sometimes I met people at my house. Other times, I met them in a bar. Usually, I liked meeting outside.

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