Page 55 of Alpha Jax

I let out a low, throaty chuckle, pressing my forehead against hers. “Don’t worry, that won’t be a problem.” I lean down to nuzzle into her neck, inhaling her scent deep into my lungs. I don’t know what it is about this girl, but she’s like a fucking drug to me.

“Don’t be so sure,” she pants, leaning her head sideways to give me better access. “I’m pretty irresistible.”

“Oh yeah?” I challenge, my lips moving against her skin. I lick along the column of her neck, then nip her earlobe gently with my teeth. “With how hard I keep making you come, you’re gonna be the one falling forme, doll.”

I feel her body react to my words, a little shudder passing through her as she presses closer into me. “Well aren’t we cocky?” she grits out, clawing at the fabric of my t-shirt.

I pull back to gaze into her eyes, moving a hand down to cup her pussy through her leggings. “Just confident. But I’d be happy to prove it to you, baby.”

The air between us is electric; charged up with our off-the-charts sexual chemistry. Quinn presses herself into my hand, draping an arm over my shoulder and leaning forward to whisper into my ear. “Prove it, Alpha.”

This girl, man.She drives me absolutelycrazy. She knows what buttons to push, how to frustrate me and tantalize me and drive me to the brink of insanity. I think she does it on purpose to get a reaction; to watch me come undone. She probably fucking loves it. As twisted as it is, I know I do.

I’ve got her leggings off in a flash, then I’m yanking her sweatshirt off over her head while she quickly unbuttons my jeans, shoving them down with my boxers. It’s a frenzy of movement- she’s still trying to wrestle my t-shirt off as I throw one of her legs over my arm, lining my cock up with her entrance. I use my other hand to help her get my shirt off, and then I cover her mouth with it as I plunge into her tight channel, muffling her scream.

I start hammering in and out, fucking her hard up against the wall of the complex with one hand covering her mouth. It’s fast and dirty and hot as fuck- this ranks way up there on my list of hottest sexual encounters, right after that night in Stillwater with Quinn and the time in the woods when we both gave in to temptation. I drop my other hand between us to give her clit the attention it needs, and minutes later she’s coming hard all over my dick, proving my point.

“See baby?” I growl as I fuck her through her orgasm. “You know nobody makes you come like I do.”

“Jaxon,” she gasps as I move my hand from her mouth, clawing at my back with her fingernails. My name on her lips is all it takes to send me over the edge, my vision tunneling as my balls tighten and I find my own release. I slam my lips against hers, kissing her as I ride out my climax.

Once we’ve both caught our breath again, I pull out, use my t-shirt to clean her up, and help her back into her leggings. Then I pull up my own pants, fastening them as Quinn retrieves her sweatshirt from the ground and puts it on again.

“So glad we had this talk,” she murmurs as she uses an arm to untuck her hair from her sweatshirt, that adorable fucking smirk tugging at her lips.

I grin back at her as I shove the tail of my t-shirt into the back pocket of my jeans, letting the rest of it hang out. At least in a shifter community nobody will question why I’m walking around shirtless.

“Great talk,” I grumble, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her body into mine. I press another kiss to her lips because no matter how many times I kiss her, it’s never enough.

“We should do it again sometime,” she breathes when I break the kiss.

I nod in agreement, cupping her face in a hand and rubbing my thumb gently against the soft skin of her cheek. “Next time I could do without the ominous text beforehand, though.”

Quinn laughs, giving a little shake of her head. “What do you mean?”

I give her a look, arching a brow. “We need to talk? C’mon. When somebody says that, it’s rarely a good thing.”

She laughs again, covering my hand with hers. “You weren’t worried, were you?”

“Of course not,” I lie. “But c’mon, you know that text was a little vague, what was I supposed to think?”

Quinn rolls her eyes, dropping her hand from mine and pushing off of the wall, away from me. “Guess I’ll be a little more considerate of yourfeelingsnext time,” she says teasingly.

I narrow my eyes. “You’d better get back inside now or I’m gonna demand another talk.”

She giggles, jumping away from me playfully and pointing a finger in my direction. “Down, boy.”

I watch her as she starts to walk away, holding myself back from going after her. When she gets to the corner of the building, she glances back at me before rounding it, tossing me a wink that makes my dick hard again.

I don’t know what it is about Quinn, but as soon as she’s out of eyesight, my wolf whines in protest. He’s becoming quite attached to her… and the more time I spend with her, the harder it’s gonna be to prevent the same thing from happening to me.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Quinn

“How’s it going over here?” Brooke asks as she wheels her desk chair over to me. Our desks are both in the back of the IT hub, right across the aisle from one another. It would be pretty awesome, except Theo is a permanent fixture in the hub these days and my desk gives me a front row seat to his and Brooke’s constant PDA.

“Good…” I murmur, the keyboard clicking under my fingers as Brooke moves in beside me and peers at my monitor.

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