Page 64 of Alpha Jax

“Yes,” she pants, wrapping her legs tighter around my waist as I keep pounding into her pussy. I’m fucking her so hard into this tree that I feel like we’re going to uproot it.

“Mine,” I murmur against her neck between punishing strokes. Her pussy feels incredible wrapped around me- so tight, so warm. Soright. She’s clutching my shoulders and her breath is coming out in short little pants- our bodies are pressed together so tightly that she doesn’t even need my hand, she’s getting all the friction she needs against her clit from the way I’m fucking her. I’m taking what I so desperately need, and she’s giving it willingly.

She goes off first, and I’m quick to follow- the way her pussy squeezes my dick when she comes isn’t something I can last through. My vision tunnels, my balls tense up, and then I’m climaxing with her, holding onto Quinn for dear life as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.

It’s intense for us both, and I keep holding her tight into me as we come back down. I stroke her hair, kiss her cheeks. Go from rough to soft, savage to gentle.

As I start to come back into myself, my breathing evens out, my wolf sated. The world around me trickles back in- the chirp of the birds, the rustle of the leaves… and another sound.

Somewhere from behind me, someone clears their throat.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Quinn

My blood runs cold as I hear the sound of somebody nearby clearing their throat.

I’m in Jax’s arms- he’s holding me tight, his dick still seated inside of me. We just had hot, dirty sex up against a fucking tree and evidently someonesawus.

This is it. The moment the other shoe drops; the moment we get caught. The moment it all ends.

I’m not ready.

For a second, it’s like time stands still. We both freeze, our bodies going rigid as our eyes meet. Silver flecks swim in the pale blue of his irises, his wolf rising up in response to the perceived threat. My own wolf responds, clawing her way forward. Neither of us moves. Neither of us breathes.

Dread coils in my gut as I tear my gaze from Jax to peer past him, in the direction the sound came from. My eyes land on a tall male form a few yards away- he’s got his back turned to me, and it’s covered in tattoos.

“Uh… Quinn?” Logan chokes out awkwardly, still turned away.

A wave of relief washes over me. It could’ve been Theo. It could’ve been Brooke. It could’ve been one of the other alphas. It could’ve been anyone else that stumbled upon Jax and I in a compromising position.Thank fuck it’s Logan.

“Your brother’s looking for you.”

“Shit,” I mutter, wriggling against Jax’s hold. He pulls out and sets me down on my feet, and I quickly yank my bikini top back down over my breasts, stooping to grab my bottoms and shorts and put them back on while Jax scrambles to pull up his trunks.

“Where is he?” I call to Logan, the panic evident in my strained voice.

“He was down by the swimming hole when I left to come find you,” he supplies, still facing away from me.

I blow out a breath, running my fingers through my tangled hair in a futile effort to tame it. “You can turn around now, we’re decent.”

He does, slowly, as Jax positions himself beside me protectively, folding his bulky arms across his chest. For some reason he’s fucking glaring at Logan, who looks away as if on instinct, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

I turn to Jax, pressing a palm against his warm chest as I speak softly. “You’d better go. We can’t risk being seen together.”

He grunts his discontentment, reaching out to cup my cheek. He just stares into my eyes for a moment, and there’s conflict swirling in his own- like he doesn’t want to leave my side, but he knows he has to. I haven’t seen this possessive side of Jax before today, but I’m totally here for it. Something about this man staking a claim over me is sexy as hell. He strokes my cheek gently with his thumb, conveying so much intention without a single word. Then his expression changes to a blank mask and he gives me a little nod, his jaw stiffening.

He shoots Logan another glare before turning and walking away- like it’s Logan’s fucking fault that we’re in this predicament.

I watch after Jax as he retreats, the muscles in his back rippling with each stride. Even though I just had him, the sight of his body has me practically fucking salivating. I’ve never been like this with a guy before- it’s bordering on obsession, which scares me a little bit.

“Damnit, Q, what the hell are you doing?” Logan groans exasperatedly once Jax is out of earshot, scrubbing a hand over his face as I swivel to face him.

“What do you mean?” I ask, taking a couple of tentative steps in his direction.

He snorts. “Are we going to pretend that youweren’tjust fucking an alpha in the woods?”

He’s got me there.

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