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His movements start to get jerky; his breathing ragged. I know he’s about to come, so I go all out- harder, faster than before.

“Fuck, Quinn, I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” he growls, but I don’t pop off as he lets out a guttural moan, thrusting forward and shooting his load down my throat.

I swallow every fucking drop before pulling back, gazing up at him and licking my lips. The look in his eyes as he stares down at me…fuck, I wish I could bottle it up somehow, keep it forever. He yanks me to my feet, pulls me in for a kiss. I’m sure he can taste himself on my tongue as he devours me, his hands shoving my pajama shorts down my hips. He doesn’t stop kissing me as he walks me backwards a few steps; I almost trip as my shorts catch around my ankles. Then he’s grabbing my ass, squeezing my flesh and lifting me up.

He sets me down on the edge of his dresser- we’ve made it a whole three feet from his door, and somehow I doubt we’ll make it all the way to the bed before he’s inside me. Jax breaks our kiss for a brief moment to tear my shirt off over my head, his lips latching onto mine again as soon as it’s off and he’s tossed it away. I feel my nipples harden in the cool air, then feel Jax’s hands covering my breasts, gripping and kneading them. This guy is definitely a boob man- he’s always lavishing mine with attention.

Jax’s lips leave my own to trail down to my jawline, then the column of my neck. I let my head fall back on a sigh, my legs parting to draw his body closer into mine as he kisses his way down to my breasts, my belly… then he’s on his knees, pulling my butt closer to the edge of the dresser, pressing his hands to my inner thighs to spread me wider.

When he strokes his tongue down my slit, it’s like a jolt of electricity passes through my body. I gasp, fingers clutching at his hair, my core trembling as he traces circles around my clit with his tongue, then trails it down to my opening. I completely lose it when he starts tongue-fucking me, pressing my feet into his shoulders as a scream tears from my mouth. This man can do cruel, wonderful things with that tongue of his. In a matter of minutes, I’m unraveling, body quaking on the precipice of release. He can tell, because he attaches his mouth to my clit again and I’m a fucking goner. Fireworks explode behind my eyelids as my orgasm hits me like a freight train, my entire body searing with white-hot pleasure.

When I come to, Jax is rising to his feet. His dick is standing at attention again, practically saluting me as it bobs in front of him. And even though I just came, I’m aching to have him inside of me, desperate for more. I can’t explain this effect he has on me- like no matter how much I get, it’s never enough. It’ll never be enough.

He steps closer and I press my palms into the surface of the dresser behind me, scooching closer to the edge and winding my legs around his waist to invite him in. He rubs the head of his dick along my slit and when it comes in contact with my clit, my body jerks, a little aftershock of my recent orgasm rippling through me. Jax smirks like he’s proud of himself, teasing me a little more before lining himself up. No matter how many times we fuck, I’m always unprepared for that first thrust- when he enters me, it’s like my body’s too full, pushing all the air from my lungs. My elbows wobble, but before I lose my balance and my head goes crashing back into the wall, Jax scoops an arm around my waist as if on instinct, pulling me into his chest.

I wind my arms around Jax’s neck, holding on, my breath hot against his neck as he starts thrusting in and out. “Fuck, you feel so good,” I murmur against his skin, nipping his neck, clawing at his back.

In response, he moves faster, harder, his grip on my hips bruising as he hammers me into the dresser. “Yeah, baby? You fucking like that?” Jax growls, slamming his cock in me over and over as my eyes roll back in my head.

“Jaxon!” His name leaves my lips on a breathy moan and his mouth immediately descends on mine, his kiss claiming and possessive. He swallows my gasp as he picks me up off of the dresser, spinning me around and walking me across the room, to the bed.

He gently lowers us both to the bed, his dick still buried deep in my pussy. You’d think it would be clumsy, but he does it in one fluid motion like a dance- suddenly he’s on top of me, pulling back to gaze down at me as he slowly starts moving inside of me again. His arms are on either side of my head to prop himself up, and I stroke my hands up them reverently, moving them across the hard muscles of his shoulders to the sides of his face. He’s got a five o’clock shadow, his stubble tickling my palms.

And then I make another mistake. I stare into his eyes, and as he stares back, it’s like he’s peering straight at my soul. Both of our guards are down; there’s a shared vulnerability that stretches between our gazes. His eyes are filled with tenderness, brimming with adoration as he thrusts slowly, gently, sensually. For the first time, we’re not just fucking. It feels like something else; somethingmore.

And I don’t stop it.

It feels too good, like we’re connecting on some cosmic level, like it runs deeper than either of us could have imagined. He dips down to kiss my lips, stroking my hair, cradling my face in his hand. It’s too much- a pressure inside of me slowly builds, I start to come unraveled beneath him. He kisses me a little harder, starts moving a little faster. I feel it building, building, and then the dam bursts, an orgasm even stronger than the first ravaging my body. He thrusts forward, his own climax crashing over him, coming along with me.

He’s holding me in his arms when I come back to myself, kissing my lips, my chin, my cheeks. Then he rolls off of me, standing up and crossing the room. He comes back with a bottle of water and a t-shirt, handing me the water and using the soft t-shirt to clean us both up. Neither of us speaks, but something between us has clearly shifted. There’s a storm of emotions brewing in me right now- part of me feels content, happy, while the other feels like something raw inside of me has been torn open, like I could cry.

I hand the water back to Jax and he takes a few sips of it himself, setting it on the nightstand and climbing back onto the bed. He grabs me around the waist, pulling me to him so he can kick the blankets down. Then he yanks them back up over us, settling in behind me and wrapping his arms around my body, pulling me tightly into his chest. He holds me. His skin is so warm against mine; I relax into him, my frantic thoughts dissipating as I lie in the safety of Jaxon’s arms.

This is stupid. It won’t end well for either of us. I should get up and leave, but I don’t. I want to stay here with him; to indulge in the fantasy a little bit longer. To feel like I’m his and he’s mine.

I’m so fucked.This isn’t what I wanted. I wanted something simple, something uncomplicated. Something where I wouldn’t have to feel anything and wouldn’t risk getting my heart ripped from my chest again. But somewhere along the line, Jax and I became something more, somethingreal. It scares the hell out of me because I know there’s no going back now. He’s in my head and he’s in my heart.

Things just got complicated. Because now, no matter what, someone’s going to get hurt.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Jax

Waking up with Quinn in my bed is something I could get used to. She looks so damn cute in the morning with her sleepy eyes and bed head, begging for ten more minutes. I snooze my alarm and she lets me hold her for a little while longer, savoring every second she’s in my arms until it goes off again and she begrudgingly forces herself to sit up.

I guess we broke the rules last night- we said we wouldn’t risk sleepovers, but here we are.No regrets.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I rasp, stroking Quinn’s back. “How’d you sleep?”

She looks down at me, a sleepy smile gracing her lips. “Not as well as you,” she teases, ruffling my hair. “I don’t remember you snoring so loud last time.”

“What?” I blink, moving to sit up beside her. “No way, I don’t snore!”

“You do too,” Quinn giggles, reaching out to cup my jaw in her palm. “If I hadn’t already seen your wolf, I’d think you were a werebear.”

I growl, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her onto my lap, tickling her sides. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

She laughs, flailing in my arms, trying to get away. I’m a lot bigger and stronger- I could hold her here as long as I wanted to, but I allow her to wriggle free only because the clock’s against us. Quinn’s gotta sneak back to her room while it’s still early, before everyone’s awake and the squad dorms are crawling with prying eyes.

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