Page 63 of Alpha Jax

Reid narrows his eyes, his gaze flitting from the crushed cup in my hand back up to my face. “You sure?”

I clear my throat, nodding and forcing a smile. “Yeah man, I uh…” I toss my ruined cup on the ground, glancing up just in time to see Quinn making her way up the bank and toward the kegs. “My beer was getting warm. Time for another.”

The suspicious look in Reid’s eyes says he doesn’t believe my piss poor excuse, but I don’t give him a chance to press further- I clap him on the shoulder and step past him, eyes focused on Quinn’s back as I make a beeline for her.

When I slide up next to her, she doesn’t look up- it’s like she already knows it’s me. She’s trying and failing at filling her cup from one of the kegs, holding down the lever on the nozzle while a trickle of beer drips from it. I take the nozzle from Quinn’s hand, grumbling for her to just let me do it as I pump the tapper. When I slide my gaze to her, she’s like a deer in the headlights- and while I’m trying to calm myself down, I’m still all fucking riled up. Seeing that guy touch Quinn like that awakened something in me; something primal, possessive.

I hold down the lever on the nozzle to start filling Quinn’s cup, squeezing it so hard that I’m surprised I don’t break the fucking thing off. “Why don’t you go for a walk,” I murmur, eyes trained on the stream of beer flowing into Quinn’s cup. “And I’ll come find you.”

I need to get her away from here, need to get her alone so I can remind her who her body belongs to. Quinn starts to object, but then her eyes meet mine and she trails off, her throat working as she swallows hard. “Okay.”

I watch her as she takes a sip of her beer, looking around before slinking into the woods. It’s unlikely that anybody’s watching, but I give it a few minutes before I follow, downing the rest of my beer and tossing my cup aside as I tuck into the treeline.

Then the hunt is on. My wolf shoves forward, clawing at my insides as I begin my pursuit. Quinn has wandered a decent distance from the swimming hole, but it doesn’t take me long to find her. I follow her scent, listening to my wolf as he pulls me in her direction until she comes into view. As always, the sight of her gives me pause- she’s resting against a thick tree trunk, casually sipping from the red plastic cup in her hand.

Twigs crunch under my feet as I approach, and Quinn’s head whips in my direction, her hazel eyes wide when they meet mine. I stalk toward her, her lips spreading into a smile as I close the distance between us.

“Just couldn’t stay away, huh?” she teases, smiling coyly and reaching out for me.

I snatch her wrist, pinning it above her head as I press forward into her, caging her between my body and the tree trunk. Her beer cup drops to the ground. “What the fuck was that?” I growl.

The smile fades from her face, replaced by a look of confusion as she draws her brows together, searching my face. “What?”

“You think I enjoy watching you flirt with other guys? Letting them get handsy with you while I can’t do a fucking thing about it?”

Quinn blows out a breath, rolling her eyes. “Oh, come on, Jaxon. I was barely flirting. And I didn’t ask him to manhandle me.”

Probably true, but it doesn’t calm the fire raging inside of me. I press closer against her, feeling the heat of her bare skin against mine. “I thought I told you I don’t share.”

Her breathing gets shallower as she looks up at me demurely, batting her eyelashes. “Is someone a little jealous?”

“Of course I’m fucking jealous,” I scowl, pressing my forehead against hers, our lips close enough to brush. “I don’t want anybody else touching what’smine.”

There’s a flash of something in Quinn’s eyes- the coppery shimmers of her wolf peeking out at me. “Oh?” she challenges, stroking the fingertips of her free hand along the curve of my bicep. “I’myoursnow?”

I cup her cheek, swiping the pad of my thumb along her pouty lower lip as my eyes track the movement. “You’ve been mine since that first night in Stillwater,” I murmur, flickering my gaze up to meet hers again. “And you fucking know it.”

I dive forward, capturing her lips with mine, releasing her wrist so I can grab her face with both hands as I kiss her senseless. She mewls into my mouth, her body melting against mine as she returns the kiss eagerly, and she’s panting when I suddenly pull back, breaking it. “These lips are mine,” I growl, nipping at her lower lip.

I trail my hands from her face down her neck, over her collarbones, to her round, perky tits. I give them a squeeze through the fabric of her bikini before slipping my thumbs underneath the band, yanking it up so her boobs spill out the bottom, nipples puckering into hard little points as they’re exposed to the air. I grab them with both hands, kneading them roughly, pinching her nipples between my fingers. A soft moan escapes her lips as I murmur, “these tits are mine.”

Then I cruise my hands down her flat, tan stomach before winding them around to her lower back, dipping them into the back of her shorts. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands and squeeze, pressing her body closer to into mine so she can feel how fucking hard I am for her. “This ass is mine.”

Quinn shivers, another little moan leaving her lips as her body turns to putty in my hands. With my hands still tucked inside her shorts and bikini bottoms, I wriggle them until they’re sliding down her thighs, hitting the ground. Then I bring a hand around, cupping her pussy as she inhales sharply. “This pussy is mine,” I rasp as she whines, pressing herself into my hand.

She loops her arms around my neck, leaning forward so her lips are hovering beside my ear. Her breath is warm against the side of my face as she whispers, breathlessly, “I’m yours. Fuck me, Jaxon.”

Quinn’s words have a direct line to my dick- the fucker’s hard enough to cut diamonds, straining painfully against my swim trunks. I grunt, using one hand to shove them down while I scoop under her ass with the other to lift her where I need her. Quinn’s body is always so responsive to mine- she’s immediately wrapping her legs around my waist, clinging to me as I press her back against the tree trunk for leverage.

“Who owns your body, baby?” I ask as I reach down to fist my cock, stroking it along her slit. I’ve barely touched her and she’s already so fucking wet for me, ready to take it.

“You do,” she pants. “Please, fuck me…”

Quinn’s an alpha female, but she’s suddenly being gloriously submissive, like she knows I need to assert my dominance in this moment. She’s….perfect.

“That’s right,” I growl, lining up and sliding my entire length into her in a single thrust as she gasps, clutching at the backs of my shoulders. “You’remine.”

Quinn cries out, but I quickly cover her mouth with my own, kissing her hard as I start pumping in and out at a relentless pace. I only break the kiss to move down to her neck, licking and sucking the spot I know she likes as she gasps for air, her body writhing against mine in the most delicious way.

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