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Jax released her mouth and trailed kisses down her neck to the mark he was so proud of. And then he scraped his teeth on it.

“Jax,” she moaned.

It was completely involuntary. She’d done something terrible and shouldn’t have been grinding on Jackson’s naked body.

She felt a slight breeze a second later and realised he had ripped her workout leggings and panties. He was inside her before she could protest.

And like all the other times, protesting became the last thing on her mind.

Overwhelming feelings flooded her body as Jackson gripped her ass and positioned her just right before he started ramming into her. He hit the spot over and over again, bringing her to the edge before she knew what was happening. Her mind fractured as the pure ecstasy shoved over, calling his name continuously as the force of her reaction ripped through her.

Jackson tensed and growled as he started to pulse inside her, sending her tumbling again.

Her limbs were shaky when he finally slipped out of her and put her down.

And his eyes were still red when he stepped away from her and met her gaze.

“Pack a bag. We leave in a couple of hours,” he said before turning away and walking towards the bathroom.

“Jackson...” Her voice was hoarse, and her lips swollen.

Jackson didn’t turn back to her. It hurt, but she deserved it. She was a horrible mate.

“You don’t get to leave me, Layla. I’ve told you that before.”

And then he walked into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving her leaning against the wall, dripping, full of cum and self-loathing.

Chapter 19

Layla looked up at Britney’s window and then at Dylan holding the passenger side door open for her.

“She’ll be fine, Luna. Don’t worry about us here,” Dylan said with a smile.

But the smile was strained. She’d heard him arguing with Jackson about why he suddenly decided not to take some warriors with him for protection.

And Jackson’s argument was sound. She also wanted as many people as she could trust to look out for Hope and Britney whilethey were gone. But the tension in the air only confirmed that where they were going was much more dangerous.

“Don’t let her run away,” she whispered.

“We have twice as many patrols around the boundary. Britney’s not going anywhere,” Dylan assured her. “Just stay safe out there, okay? Don’t do anything foolish.”

Like choking out another Circle member?

“And Hope—”

“Will also be fine. Go, Layla. You’ll be back in a few days.”

He didn’t sound sure.

She sighed and got into the car. Jackson already had the engine going and looked straight ahead even though the car wasn’t moving. The second Dylan closed the door and she put her seatbelt on, he started driving without a word.

What she did to him still hung in between them. His cheek was back to normal, but she would never forget how it looked with her palm print. How the slap echoed through the room.

She had never felt so ashamed of herself—and she did some pretty shameful things to take care of Britney when they'd been growing up.

They’d been driving for half an hour when she couldn’t keep her mouth shut anymore.

“Jax, what I did to you was—”

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